“The Modern Candlestick Girl”
There she lay,
in the rain.
Shivering from cold,
Shaking in fear,
in the rain.
Cold and lonely,
umbrella by her side,
she lay down,
for another sleep.
in the rain.
for love and food,
she looks up praying,
but sees nothing,
for she is,
in the rain.
She cries for hope,
for someone to take her,
out of the rain.
how things came to be,
How a simple argument,
How her mom,
yelled at her for being,
She had yelled back,
and stomped away,
and things became,
Now there she was,
lying in the rain,
in an alley, Read more »
They're seducing our brains
and rattling them like chains,
not having us think
showing us everything we need before we can blink
encyclopedias, dictionaries, bibliography makers, spell check
crashing our teens like a fast train wreck!
No longer knowing how to spell or use a book Read more »
I come and go from flower to flower
as I buzz right through with no
surprise looking to see if I can survive
with the little help of my bee named pride
as I start to glide I see my new guide
no Queen Bee in sight to make me swallow my pride
I've seen the Queen has left her stinger
but by no surprise she has already died in side
poor lil bee I have always been by your side
now I have left you high and dry.
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I can't Stand Winter
I long for thoes warm summer days
When everyone is out to come and play
I wish summer lasted all year round
during winter the sun just can't be found
Winter can just go away
somone please bring summer back today
Snow, sleet and freezing rain
Is there anyone else that feels my pain
A Box in the Attic:
September 29th, 2010 Read more »
I see it everywhere. Those shattered windows and wooden curtains line the entire building. I can’t see inside, but I know what’s in there. Souls might even be cryin’ to leave that place. It’s about to collapse, it looks like my gramps does right before he sits down in his rocking chair. I take one look at that building and I see a black hole full of defeated memories. So why do I want to go in there? Read more »
Today I reached into my pocket and I found an old picture. The picture was rough and all torn up. When I looked at the picture there I saw nothing. I can’t remember how it got there. But it was very unusual. I took a quick look at it again, and there they were plain figures. But I still could not make out the details of the face. The picture was very faint because it was so old. I put it back in my pocket for the next few days. Then out of nowhere a knock came from the door. It was the old man from the picture. He said that he needed to talk to me about the picture that I found in my pocket. Read more »
Imagine driving behind a car on the highway. The car suddenly decelerates and takes a sharp right turn, catching you by surprise. You slam on your brakes and are just able to avoid an accident. A disaster nearly occurred because the driver ahead of you failed to do one critical thing: to signal. One of my biggest pet peeves is the failure of drivers to use turn signals (when turning or changing lanes) because it is such an easy maneuver that dramatically helps ensure safety on the road. Read more »
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Decorate the tree with a dress of greens and reds,
see it has potential without a power outlet.
Yet, the star means nothing unless plugged in,
like landscapes soaked in sunlight— then buildings crash in.
Technology curls past the crevices of the mind,
the rope that loops around stone,
television, computers, phones galore,
a Christmas gone blind from false beauty.
Dawn dances down ditches,
while many act “practical” and surface minded.
These boxes of ribbon, gifts and materials,
are just a few fish in the sea of why?
Solemn sea so strictly stern, Read more »
I used to be able to write,
then came the end of August.
Days have gone by and calendars keel over,
so much work—still an empty canvas.
On my knees I dig and dig,
tears spill and dirt turns to mud,
the violins strike their chords,
then someone hits ‘mute.’
What is this place?
Rules take over my empty poetry.
Have I become a pit of nothing,
searching for what used to come so easily?
Be clear and precise, use no extra words,
but keep tone, and rhythm, and sound.
Do you have evidence or just natural thoughts?
Learn writing skills while a vacuum removes ‘simple’ words. Read more »
I am drowning
in a black whole,
filled with things I do not know.
Something that is dark and low
hides within our minds, Oh, no.
On our fears it does feed,
And our thoughts it does mislead.
But who is it that commits this evil deed?
the green seed.
You look into the sky at night
And see all of the stars so bright.
A movement then catches your eye
A shooting star flies through the sky.
You close your eyes and make a wish
That’s has to do with a certain fish.
A tear rolls down a still face.
Then becomes a stream of salty lace.
You fall onto the ground, so cold.
And you begin to lose your hold.
On reality as your shoulders shake.
It feels as though there’s been an earthquake.
A question rises through your head.
And just won’t sink, so unlike led.
It stays up there within your mind.
As you remember this drastic find. Read more »
The soft wind brushes against my face.
The smell of pine sweeps through the air.
Children are running around laughing with no cares in the world.
Many Christmas trees in rows waiting.
Families looking at each one trying to find the perfect one.
Snow finding its way to the ground, softly covering the earth like a blanket.
The air is filled with happiness, love and people caring.
The cold crisp winter air.
So much happiness almost making the winter day feel like a warm summer day.
It is December 21, 2009, the first day of winter. As I look out the window, I see snow, it's everywhere. On the tops of houses, on the ground, on cars. I feel cold just looking at it, but it brings back memories that are as warm as the snow is cold, memories of snow, of sledding down a hill, of christmas. Read more »
My Winter life
November 12 2009
When I was a little boy winter was like heaven to me. It’s cold out and there is snow all over and you can play in it and have a good time. The best part is going sledding with friends having snow ball fights and sometimes have school be called off which always makes my day so much better to start off. In winter it has the best three things in my life; Christmas, super bowl for the NFL, and my birthday. Read more »
frozen telephone wires.
Mittens, hats, and gloves, galore!
Eager children screaming; more, more, more!
Frost bitten cheeks,
tiny snowflakes fill the streets.
Winter is the season that can't be beat.
Hot coco by the fire,
and animals that are tired.
One by one they go to bed,
wishing winter would never end.
At a young age, it is hard for ‘children’ to know what love is. But Sarah knows she loves mud. No matter what the occasion, she will put on her rain boots and stomp all around in its mushy and gushy thick slop.
Today is Tuesday, and Sarah’s teacher told them to write about mud. She gleamed with excitement as per pencil began to scratch the words out in front of her. The paper filled up quickly, Read more »
This is a test
By Kristy Bell
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9
Stubborn, mean, arrogant and cruel describe him best. If I wasn’t nice to him I would get an ‘F’ on the project for community service. Therefore, every day I showed up at his apartment at exactly 3:25 p.m., typed in room # 303 to the beeper, and said, “Your stand-in grandkid is here for a visit!” encouragingly and with a smile.
His reply was always the same: “Great, I’m so excited now,” groaning as if I was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. For the record his name was Harold. Read more »
Oh gosh, they're back
By Isaac Potvin
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 12
Oh gosh, it is back...
I knew that it was going to come again
It comes after me every year
To trick me, to stump me, to intimidate me
But today it will not defeat me
I will defeat it with my powerful intellect
I am a warrior and I am about to battle an enemy
That I knew was approaching
But was not sure when it would appear
But the time has come
And my enemy is in my sight
So I take a deep breath
Lift up my pencil
Ignite my powerful intellect
And hoping for the best, I attack
The story of a Girl
Braelynn M. Leppert-Hill Read more »
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