3. Point of View

As children, we are shelterd from the outside world. War, death, pain, none of it is real to us. But as we get older, we learn that we do not live in a perfict world and that bad things do happen, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.

Tired OF Everything

I can’t take it anymore.
I get blamed for everything.
What have I done?
This stupid drama,
It’s driving me crazy.
It’s dumb and I can take it anymore.
I have reached my climax.
I’m tired of everything!

"It's been a while," said I.
"Where have you been?" she said.
"Nowhere in particular," he replied.

No response.

"Well,"
"You're rather..."
"vulnerable."

Why?

All three voices answered, "Why not?"

I wonder...

"Who are you?"
"What are you?"
"How are you?"

The book I read was Homeless by Laurie Anderson.This book I would recommend to people who like cats and love to save them.This book is about a girl name Sunita.She loves cats to death.Her mom will not let her have a cat, because her mom doesnt like cats at all.When Sunita got bitten by a ferel cat, her mom said no.There is a place called Cat Land.There is alot of cats at Cat Land, but the ca

There sits on the counter, a glass half full of water. You may ask how I know this. "Couldn't it be half empty," you say. Yes, you are right, well, almost. Nobody knows whether it is half full or half empty. Nobody will answer it right, that's what I love about it. The glass can be both. Nobody is wrong, and it brings about an entirely different problem.

Who stares back,
At me in the glass,
And mimics,
My every move?

Am I real,
Or is she,
Who sits and stares,
Like I?

She knows exactly,
What I'm going to do,
And follows me,
To every room.

She is present,
In every shadow,
Mocking my lanky limbs,
And height.

Is she my reflection,
Or am I her's,
We who look alike,
Who cam before the other?

Who knows exactly,

By Jessica Glodgett
Lake Region Union High School, Grade 12

Dear Daughter,

By Andrew Dupuis
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

I can see the people panic
I know what they fear
When I come around
The people stay inside
When I light up the scene
It may only be for a moment
But it is spectacular
The rain glints like a thousand stars
Blinding and powerful
Then I pass
The rain stops
The sun returns
And the people return outside

High School Lovers

By Sierra Hutt
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Their hands intertwine
Reminiscing the years
Young lovers from high school
Made it through all the tears

Their days are growing shorter
But their love will never fade
Their thoughts are on each other
As they wade through the days

Years of children,
Never appreciating each other
Until now when they realize
Their undeniable love for one another

Their hands intertwine
Reminiscing the years
Young lovers from high school
Made it through all the tears

Form my point of view I see
Other people all different from me.
I realize I am the only one who sees.
From my point of view, nothing matters.
A patient and calm assessment
Results in positive outcomes.
From my point of view freedom is:
Loneliness, no one to judge or criticize
No one to tell you when and how to.
Just live your life your own way.
And see that you are not alone,

By Lena Glickman
Leland and Gray High School, Grade 9

Daddy is gone. Momma might as well be gone. Auntie takes care of us when she can, but as I and Janie have heard her telling Momma, her hands are full as it is. Sometimes we stay nights at Auntie’s, and we squeeze into beds with our cousins, me with Bobby and Martin, and Janie with Mary and Lee and Kat. It’s crowded sometimes, ‘cause the beds aren’t meant to hold three or four people, but we both agree that we like to sleep there better than at home. At home sometimes there are men who Momma says not to talk to, and we have to be quiet and leave the two of them alone. And sometimes Momma forgets to bring back enough food to keep us filled up for the night, and sometimes she yells at us for nothing. And sometimes as we fall asleep I hear Janie crying. We both agree that we would rather stay with Auntie all the time. But her hands are as full as Momma’s are empty of money and food.

By Missy Greenslit
Rochester High School, Grade 10

My chest is throbbing,
As fast as the thoughts in my head,
I'm a father, in their eyes a success,
But how? I can't move from bed.

Doctors swarming around,
Tears fall from me,
I don't make a sound.
I see her walking towards me.

Watching the machines hooked to me,
Lines jumping and numbers flying.

Dear Pen Pal (It wasn’t my idea to write you. It was an assignment. Don’t expect more letters),

Pearl Harbor

Point of View

I can’t believe the girl cheated on me!
How could she, I wasn’t doing any wrong?
She makes me upset and calls me a bee?
I think she needs to go back to the Kong.
This girl doesn’t deserve to belong here no more.
All she says is that it’s not you its me.
This girl needs a reality check whore!
She needs to read between the lines and see.