By Jenna Vilbrin
Saying goodbye is especially hard for me. I hate to see my friends and family leave. Or when I have to leave a special place that I went to for many years behind. It was hard to say goodbye to all my friends there and taking one last look at the scenery. It was my home away from home. I loved it up there. There were so many people to hang out with and play with. Saying goodbye is very hard to do. Sometimes it hurts you inside that you just want to cry. You have no idea what you are going to do without your friend or family member when they leave you. You just want to give them a hug and never let go. But on the bright side, you will see your friends and your family again. I don’t know when but I will see my best friend soon!
They call me John, they call me Lue,
They love me a lot; I know it’s true.
I eat it up, swallow it down,
Right after they, grunt and frown,
Sometimes its gross, but really who cares?
Because I’m the only one that dares.
When they need me most, I do the deed,
I’m always there when they’re in need,
When their bellies growl, I know it’s near,
Soon they’ll sit down and the light will disappear,
But that’s ok, I really don’t mind,
Because truth be told, I’m deaf and blind.
Sometimes when they’re in a great big rush,
They will get up and forget to flush.
And that’s really the only rime I wish,
That instead of a toilet, I was a dish.
Roses are red
I wish my pony was blue
I find brown
A strange equine hue
His dull color
Appears not to slow his gate
I dream he sneezes glitter
When I procrastinate
However brown blue or red
He is still my pony
I am done now
I like baloni
Over the rainbow there is an army of yetis ready to attack the fair tail world called earth they have been building their army under the great General Shea-yeatiface-ducksauce, who rides his magic unicorn into battle screaming remember the titans, which means nothing because we are all yetis here. Our great leader Master Dictator Yeti is said to have lots of the money, but we don’t need money because we can fly and everything we ever wanted comes from our fur. Our fur can cut through human flesh and once we take over the human world so we can finally see the true colors of the rainbow, we will make ford make us all mustangs because they are pretty and fast, but mostly because we can, even though we can fly very fast. Yetis from over the rainbow are very good at poetry here is a poem I master dictator yeti wrote just now. Roses are gray violets are gray we are going to take over all of man kind and eat them with potatoes this poem doesn’t rhyme. And we make the best songs, but some are still good and some are even good also, but they are not the best song ever. Yetis when they come of age turn their parents into smoothies and drink them with potatoes. Potatoes go good with everything mostly because they are good and good things are good when it’s good time. We march on the human kind now today kind of because of the time zone difference its actually taking place now so die humans hope you like potatoes.
“More tea for the twins?”
“No, thank you”
“Well, would you like a biscuit?”
“Sure, please Mr. Rabbit”
“Splendid! Are you sure you don’t want one Alice?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“Because I don’t want anything to happen… I want to go home.”
“Suit yourself then”
Never say the words of an ending
Endless possibilities exist to arrange colorful magnetic alphabets
To experience a simple disappearance, sliding down
Seen here, then there, but gone the next, hidden beneath the cupboards
Goodbyes are far too simple, a hidden wealth of meanings
Reflections of thoughts, painted upon the fridge
Memories of sunny days and outdoor reading,
Held afloat with contrast amongst the grocery lists
Souvenirs of vacations and yearly photos
Spelled out on display by magnets and comic strips
Through the growing years, aging by Marvin, Baby Blues and Zits
A movement of life
As words are respelled, artwork replaced and schedules a-changing
Disappearances occur with aging,
Changing, learning and maturing,
Steady movements are not goodbyes
But a reworking of family fridges, as we fade away replacing the magnets
Seamlessly integrating back into the rhythm of life
You probably cannot imagine the pain
Until it comes to pass
The hardest part is letting go
And allowing those you've loved to leave
I cannot say goodbye to you
I refuse to let you leave
You will stay in my life
Even you aren't physically near
I made some great friends this year
And kept ones I've had since Middle School
There were tough times
And you came through
My heart does resound with your care
I hope you keep in touch
And if you go oh so far away
And your memories will bring you back
We will continue your legacy here
Just go on with your lives
So long, farewell, have a good life
Don't make this harder than it has to be
In ten years, I will be serving for this country with the United States Army. Not for any of the glory, the respect or any of the recognition. I want to join the army just for the reason of joining. Nothing to me, as of right now, looks better than serving my country and protect all of the rights and freedom that we have. To me, that seems like a fine career to have.
After years of careful consideration and intense scrutiny, I have decided that an anonymous member of my school’s faculty must sit at the end of the rainbow. With the help of his unicorn, and armed with his trusty pot of gold, he has been blessed with the ability to ensure that the baseball team has all the money they need to have yet another mediocre season that ends with them choking in the playoffs. Debunking the “fat people are jolly” myth every day, he is the only person I know who could be up to his admittedly vertically challenged derriere in gold and not allow others to enjoy the privileges he has so hypocritically made a career of.
Roses are red
Poems can be hard
I’m supposed to submit my best work in any genre
The effort will surely leave me scarred
Pomes that rhyme
Poems that can’t
Some simply rant
This thing we call poetry
A million ways to say one simple fact
Everyone sees the world in a unique light
Those that conform are following an act
If there was one power that i could have to solve a problem, it would be to get the United States out of debt. I would want to be able to decrase the amount of of debt this country has, without the risk of inflation. Being able to do this would be an amazing thing, just for a state, little alone the country.
In ten years, mark my words, I will be in a great place. Sure, i'm an optimist, i mean i could be living in an old beat up car 2 miles from my childhood home like the homeless man on my road is. But because i am such a positive person i believe i will be living in Alaska taking spectacular photos of wildlife and nature and getting them published, and if i don't.... There is always Northfield Vermont to come back to and restart. I have no idea what the future holds for me, but i don't want to know. Not knowing is the greatest mystery.
Into the Future
In 10 years I will rule the Earth and be master dictator yeti of all man kind, and all man kind will love me no matter what I do. I will drive a red mustang to work and a black one home because I will make Ford make me a new red and black one everyday because I’m the master dictator yeti. I will be very rich also even though I’m a yeti and I have no need for money I will just have it so other people that want to be master dictator yetis can’t have it. My friends will always say good things about me our, I will put them in jail where yeti Shea will tickle them till they explode. That is where I will be in 10 years
Saying goodbye when I’m with my family is always hard. This is because it’s always nice and so much fun when I’m with my family we share jokes and tell stories. We all sit down at some point and have a nice big meal together, but we don’t get together very often. It’s hard to say goodbye knowing it will be a while before I will get to see them again, but I always look forward to the next time I will see them. And that is why saying goodbye is so hard.
Watching the trees bud
Looking at all the green
Thinking the color is a dud
Now trying to wean
Maybe go to blue
A subtle color,
With a smart clue
Not known as solar
But I always get pulled
Back to the color green.
Saying goodbye is something everyone is forced to go through. Whether it’s saying a final goodbye to a loved one battling deadly diseases like cancer and AIDS, to the simple goodbyes over the phone. Everyone has been through or will be forced to say goodbye at least once in their lifetime, for me, I’ve had to say some of the hardest goodbyes, more than once.
I was only nine years old the first time I had to say a horrible goodbye. My father had been enlisted in the Army National Guard for 15 years when September 11th, 2001 came. He wasn’t home that scary, awful day. My father was training at Fort Drum in New York. I was only in first grade at the time and didn’t have a clue what was happening. September 11th was a hard day for all Americans, but a harder day would come for my family and me soon, only five short years later. On November 18th, 2005 my mother, father, sister and I took a long and quiet ride to the UVM campus where I would be forced to say my first “hardest” goodbye. The 3rd Battalion of the Alpha Company out of Bradford, Vermont had been called up to put their lives on the line and serve their country. Being only nine, I didn’t fully understand what was happening at first. The entire gym we were all cramped into was a blur of desert camo, patriotic colors and tears. I’d never seen my father cry until this day, the day of my first “hardest” goodbye. Read more »
March 8, 2006: I squeezed really tight and just held on, a nine year old in the ever so common scared baby position. I held on, not wanting to leave. But the DCF worker behind me knew that we had to go. I didn’t even say anything, I just held on, letting my biological mom’s tears fall onto my head as I shared this final goodbye. This was it, she had, after three years, given up parental rights and I would have to live with someone else knowing that what created me is out there, somewhere, and there was and is no guarantee that I will ever find her. I spend hours wondering how much she thinks of me, if she thinks of me at all, for how do you tell a nine year old to say goodbye to an inner city life, to say goodbye to all they’ve known, to say goodbye to the person who made, raised and loved you? Even though she made all those mistakes, I know she never meant to hurt me and was just torn apart by the drugs, alcohol and too many men. So how do you say goodbye to the person who only wanted you, but simply couldn’t do it? Read more »
There are so many ways to say it. None of them are easy. Goodbye. It seems that no matter how gently you put it, no matter how lighthearted you try to pretend it is, it is always the same. Someone is leaving. They are walking away from you, and going somewhere else. We are comforted some by the hope of their return.... but what if they don’t? That is the aching, nagging question that lies behind all goodbyes. What if they don’t come back? What if they never return? Was all that you had just an illusion? Will you forget them if they leave? How can life go on the way it was, as though they had never been there?
That’s the hardest part. The uncertainty. When someone is with you, you know they’re okay; that you’ll be there with them if something happens. To help them, or simply love them through it. But when they’re gone, you never know when they’ll be back.
It’s always the worst when they are going far away. Too far to travel if something bad SHOULD happen. Emailing friends to support them in a hard time is never the same as standing with them through it. It just doesn’t work that way. It’s different if they are going on vacation for a week or two. But to lose someone you get so close to for an unknown amount of time, to some unfamiliar place.... that’s almost unbearable.
Goodbye has been one of the most dreaded words throughout history, and with good reason. Goodbye signifies the end. The discontinuation of something that had once been a big part of your life. The removal of an irreplaceable part of yourself. When someone leaves, they aren’t just physically removing themselves from your life. They tear out a chunk of your heart, and take it with them, and it hurts. Not with a physical pain, but an emotional misery so strong it can be overwhelming. Read more »
My day is just beginning,
And all I can think of is you.
My head starts spinning,
Whenever you look at me too.
All I can think of is your smile,
The way you do when you talk to me.
You set my heart racing a mile,
So I decided to give you the key.
The key to my heart is a precious thing,
Not to be given very lightly.
I hope this isn’t just a fling,
For then I can’t be handsome and knightly.
Guard it true and well,
For then I shall trust you completely.
And I shall give you a bell,
That looks beautiful and rings sweetly.
Just like you.
“I just can’t do it…”
“Well, why not White?”
“Don’t call me that, it’s not my name.”
“You can be White for now.”
“What exactly are you, Alice and her twin sister?”
“Yes, I’m Alice and this is Janice.” Read more »
In the hall or a crowded space
Invisible to the petty eye
That judges with a sweeping glance
Not focusing on you
You shrink inside to that hollow haven
Where your troubles sleep and fester
Life seems endless and fathomless and hopeless.
Self-protection in the form of
Pretending you’re noticed and loved
While despairing inside.
Alone is only solace if Alone is what you seek
When Alone comes unbidden
In the middle of a crowd
It is a terrible kind of lonely.
The most beautiful person in the world to me, is the imperfect person. There are so many things that are wrong with him, so many flaws, but he is the most perfect imperfection. He has wavy rich chocolate brown hair that he has let grow out. I don’t like it long, but he wants it long and he wants to dreadlock it. That’s fine with me, as long as he is who he is. His eyes are a color that he hates, but a color that I love. Like his hair, they are a rich brown that in the sun turns transparent and golden. He is not in the fittest form and he is self conscious about his weight, but no matter what he thinks there is nothing wrong with his body. He is the strongest boy that I have ever met and he sweeps me off of my feet and I feel the warmth of his strong core against me. It is a beautiful feeling. He is taller than me, and I like it that way. His hands are something that I can marvel at for ages. Don’t take this in the wrong way, but I love his hands. There is something so beautiful about his broad palms and his thick strong fingers with short-cut nails. His face is full and his nose sturdy, his lips are complete and his forehead is broad. There may be small flaws in your eyes, but not in mine. There is only complete perfection in his few pimples and thick stature. The most beautiful thing about him though, is his humble and loving heart. That is what matters the most to me, the sweetness and thoughtfulness set in with the playfulness and teasing. So no matter the mistakes that he makes, no matter his weight or the length of his hair, he is imperfection and that is the most beautiful thing in the world.
What’s the matter with the world?
Why is it that we take something that should be so simple,
And make it so complicated?
Why is there hesitation when a person cries out for help?
Why do people sit and argue over petty matters,
When a very real problem is before us?
Like the homeless seventy year old woman who was tazed
For not leaving the warm interior of a grocery store.
Like a boy being shot for the color of his skin.
Or a young girl aborting her child under threat of homelessness.
Why do these things happen?
What does it take for someone to become to hardened
That they can look at a suffering individual,
And not feel anything.
When was the last time something you read in the news made you stop and stare?
For me it was last week.
A young girl went missing from her home without a trace left behind.
A thing like that could happen to me.
One day, one of MY siblings.
For the girl, for her family, and for all the other missing children.
And I thought to myself, how lucky I was
That that hadn’t been me.
And how horrible it was
That it had happened at all.
Many people just turn it off.
But it can’t work out like that.
We can’t drown out the injustice,
Or the truth.
And truth us, we live in a troubled world
Of people who don’t always care as much as they would like us to believe.
For this, there is only the individual solution.
A world of individual people, deciding each for themselves that this has to end.
It is a solution that I believe may never come.
Most want peace,
Nobody wants war,
They want a purpose to live,
But that dream they will die for.
For they use all,
Every bit of their might.
And go far away,
To put of the fight.
Him or she,
Is no different than you or I,
Except for their knowledge
To fight and give their life.
They swipe away
The rather large fear
To fight for their
Country they hold so dear.
Now could you imagine
Leaving it all behind,
With the hopes that peace
The world would find.
They pick up their guns
And lay down their dreams
To go fight for her,
America, across the sea. Read more »
One problem I wish I could fix in the United States, and the world, would be highways. As I am driving now, and finished Drivers' Education recently, lots of things considering roadways have come to my attention. People do their makeup, call others, text, and drink while driving. Not only are these things terrible to mix with driving, they can be fatal. Every year about 40,000 fatalities occur on our nation's highways. I wish people understood that could be avoided simply by making driving your only goal while on the road. To me it seems tragically simple to just drive when you are in a car. A car is can be such a destructive force when used improperly or just not used well. Drivers need to be alert and have a healthy dose of common sense. Cars need to be in good condition and taken care of when something fails with them. Better drivers and safer roads is what I would fix. It's a disconcerting problem and it seems practical to do just that.
A beautiful person is so much to the world
They are more than the perfect face
An unblemished sillhouette
And eyes that bore into one's soul
A beautiful person means much more than that
Their character must be as spotless as well
Generous and caring, concerned and full of laughter
A person can be beautiful
Without all of these things
Since actions speak louder than words
And they leave profound marks upon the world
Helping others and themselves
Because the fate of the whole world
Is much more important than one person's
Being beautiful on the outside
Is worth nothing
If the person is shallow or hollow
On the inside
A pretty face goes by without memory
If they are empty inside
And worry just about themselves
Unfortunately the world is not so selective
And only you can encourage true beauty
Inner, outer, and personality together
Make a truly beautiful person
“Pretty is something you are born with, but beautiful, that’s an equal opportunity adjective.” –Anonymous
Beauty. A simple word that holds so much meaning. A landscape can be beautiful during any season whether it is dappled in the reds and oranges of fall or it is soaked with the deep, but brilliant greens of spring. A house is beautiful with their stone siding and flower-gardened front yards. A girl likes being called pretty, but call her beautiful and it makes her day.
No matter who or what it is, everything holds some type of beauty. But the complicated thing about this word is that it isn’t something you see but rather something that you have to feel and sense. Beauty starts from within. You can be at the most popular national park in the United States and say it is beautiful. However, to really recognize its true beauty, you need to stop, listen and take it all in. Feel the wind through the trees, see the eagle soaring high in the sky and hear the water running in the rivers. That’s when you see the beauty. Or if you call someone beautiful and truly mean it, you are seeing into their heart and who they are as a person for who they are and where they are going, not for their looks or what they’ve done.
It’s a little word that can be a noun or adjective, but holds the power to create verbs. If someone sees the beauty that something could hold, they might strive to make that beauty come to life. Everyone has a little beauty in them, for some it is just harder to recognize it. Everyone wants to think of themselves as beautiful but, perhaps to see yourself as beautiful, you should learn the beauty in others.
I feel most alive
To explore a world with universal design
Communicating through concealed language
instincts softening, freeing oneself from limitations
Compensating for unmatched potential
Capturing calmness from a bird’s demeanor
Clinging as a mollusk
To hold onto ones set ways
of unacceptable differences
Tiny life-sized humans contained in an abundance of flaws
To be taught how to play
Leading to define when a life fully begins
The inability of success
To link an ecosystem
the invisible spark which constitutes living
seamlessly cracking the moon’s shell,
To spill the light of accessibility
integrating oneself with the natural world
If a child washed his hands, to scrub the scum of values, tolerance and beliefs
To hold one’s integrity, honesty, and mutual respect
If a child could wash away traditions of the past
May he dine with Kings
I remember the day I met one of the most beautiful people in the world. The store had been dead for almost an hour, and when the car pulled in, I was irrationally excited. Finally, a person. Some proof of intelligent life beyond the walls of Flanders’.
The moment I saw him, I practically stopped breathing. My skin grew warm, and I wanted to cry. He was covered in scars. Long, jagged cuts lined his face and arms, like someone had taken glass and drew deep, crooked lines across his skin. He looked to be in his early twenties, and I imagine he would have been handsome, had not the scars marred his face.
As he came closer, I mustered a smile and an automatic “Hello.” As he rounded the corner, I caught a glance from his dark, soulful eyes before he flicked his gaze to the ground.
Despite his shocking outward appearance, I immediately liked him. It was those eyes I think. Humble, and shy, but with a deep level of maturity and understanding for one so young.
He picked up a newspaper, and walked to the counter. I smiled. “How are you?”
That was all he said. As I took the $0.75 and he walked away, he turned around.
“No, I don’t mean for the paper. Thank you for not staring or commenting. Thank you for not looking at me like I am a freak.”
“But...” I blinked. A million thoughts flooded my head. Freak??? No way. Something terrible had happened to him. There was nothing freakish about that. “You aren’t a freak.”
He shrugged. “Not everyone thinks so. Thanks, have a good weekend.” He smiled softly, and left.
Freak. What a cruel word. I haven’t seen him since, but there was something beautiful about him. His honesty, his pain, the way he bore his scars proudly, even in the face of judgement. Read more »
Cats in the Snow
By Jenna Vilbrin
I see cats in the snow.
They play with each other.
They are so cute,
That I want to keep them all.
Mother won’t let me have them.
But I play with them as I please.
There is a mama, and two babies.
I call the mama Cindy
And the babies Lilly and Tillie.
They come to me.
I wish I could have them.
But I know I’m not allowed.