poetry

Laughter drinks the silence
Of our existence that we call life
Creeping upon us unexpected
When the days seem dreary
We greet this eternal as an old friend
Open arms and full of relief
For our troubles are gone for a time.
But before long, the Master of Humor leaves us once again
Vanishing like a blown-out candle on a dark night.
Yet there is no need for mourning
For Laughter resides in us all,
An illuminated star in a black sky.
Come spread his message of joy,
Procrastinate no longer;
It is he that united friend and enemy
To put aside their differences
And toast to tomorrow.

(I would like to preface this piece by saying that first, I am not a poet and never really intend to be. I have no idea if this works, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Also, I'm sorry if this is offensive. I needed to write something.

Also, I know the stanzas get progressively longer. I don't really care.)

O fat kids,
Wherefore do you become so plump,
Like a midsummer blueberry
Found upon a lust green stalk?
Do your parents
force upon you the drudgeries
of overconsumption?
Do lusty chocolates
and tantalizing pies
simply fall to your gaping maw?

O fat kids,
I saw one of your breed today.
Masked by thick goggles and
red neck warmer, he was,
Fo he was upon a mountain
with skis beneath his feet.
His feet, my minds see them
packed like dough
in the tight confines
of the cruel boot.
His face I did not see,
but his rotund form
was inspiration enough for me.

O fat kids,
I feel sorry for your swelling breed,
you children that McDonalds fed.

by Katarina Keating
Grade 5
Browns River Middle School

Red sled, I am
Live in a shed, I do
Shed door swings open, it does
Kid brings me to hill, he does
Jumps on me, that kid does
Wild ride to give him, I will
Kid pushing off, he is
Pick up speed, make wild curves, I do
Kid laughing, shrieking with glee, he is
At the foot of the hill, flip over, I do
Kid is laughing, tumbling in the snow, he is
Again and again, we do it
Kid goes in for hot cocoa, he does
Life is good, it is

SunShine

On and On again you smile, your light warms my soul, we should be here together, always and forever. *
Seeing you brightens up my day
Getting a hug from you doesn’t make me gay
A clear smile makes me smile as well
Even though I never see you, I don’t
I cry because my heart is icy and never rest
My memories of her is breaking me slowly
But when your sunlight hits me
I feel warm, Jesus cant do that

On and On again you smile, your light warms my soul, we should be here together, always and forever.*
As we drift into the sea
We have no need of worries
As we sing and laugh at ourselves
And we forget how much Society sucks
But we continue our float never letting go

On and On again you smile, your light warms my soul, we should be here together, always and forever. *
Where I come from no one really loves me
You Sun, are different
You bring me happiness!

Poems written at a poetry workshop type-thing:
i.
Words
fall
out
of
me
like
rain
falling
out
of
the
sky.

Words
splash
on
the
paper
like
my
tears
on
the
notebook.

Ink
running
into
streams,
streams
into
oceans.

Oceans
into
rain.

Rain
falls,
like
words.

ii.
The only monster here
is my mind.

iii.
And all of us,
We can do nothing,
But sit,
And listen.

iv.
Just
say
it.

I see the earth through my soul
From every angle, it seems more beautiful.
The earth sparkles to me
And I to it.
And the creatures on it
I share the sky with my brothers,
My sisters.
We shine together as one - to make one proud
To impress my brother Earth
It can get lonely, or sad, when no one comes by
Once a meteor cousin comes
Or a friend from a different galaxy.
But then they came.
The two legged creatures.
My brother's best friends.
The kind people
Not tortuous like the asteroids.
But the humans chose me
The thrill of fitting in suceeded.
I saw these humans once
I saw them twice.
And in my lava center
I felt warmer than before.
And I had see the world, my brother
With all the glory
Through my soul
I saw the brilliant shining earth
All its beauty
Our Earth
And I'm the moon.

Dog

By Kiley Pratt
Bridge School, Grade 6

Running, Running, always running
Beside man for one hundred thousand years
From club to sword to gun
From wolf to dog
But it does not matter to you
As long as you have food
And a warm bed
And a human to love
Then you are happy
And he is happy
And you are both happy
As you walk together for one hundred thousand years

I told you, it was futile trying to keep the windows from steaming up.
Even from the quietest whisper or the most passionate kiss,
it wasn't possible.
The way you moved those lips,
silky smooth.
Spent chattering atop pearly white pillars
hidden.

Who would have known that two same ends of the magnet
would attract?
Chafing arms, to shoo the cold away,
I do believe that it was our constant companion
Along with beams of light
streaming across the field
to expose our secret.
shh.

They don't ever need to know...

I dream of holding your hand
Of brushing your hair out of your eyes
Whispering "I love you" as we cuddle

I dream of curling up with you
Of camping out under the stars
Singing to each other day after day

I dream of writing for you
Of composing beautiful melodies
Crying next to you on the couch as we watch a movie

I dream of your arm around my waist
Of soft kisses for fun
Splashing each other with dish water

I dream of late night talking
Of endless poetry and love
Staying by your side for eternity

I dream of you
Of you
You
♥

My feet stood in a shroud of dust,
And my eyes were pensive
In the melancholy sun of an August afternoon.
Nestled in among the pebbles
On the side of the road
A brilliant sapphire,
Dropped from the finger
Of some foreign noble lady,
Lay gleaming amidst the earth and stone.
I flipped it over with a stick
And wondered, as it scurried away,
Whether it would ever know
That I saved its life

The sun burns hot,
the shade sizzles cool.
My thoughts become distraught,
as i begin to mewl.
The incantation of my mind,
has reality twisted
I've found nothing to find,
except fact that fades to fiction,
i yearn for recourse
but i run these woods forlorn
this is life's remorse
my mind to me suborns.

Perfect in their imperfection,

    with plaster they cover the cracks.

"What cracks?"

A smile hides a frown,

    on the outside.

"What angst?"

He works in the city,

    she stays at home, for the children,

    and She works in the city.

"What client?"

She ignores the signs,

    and drives off the cliff.

"What cliff?"

He works late,

    but not at work.

"What woman?"

He weaves a quilt of lies,

    and drapes it over her.

"What time?"

She tells the kids,

    and herself,

    everything is fine.

"What fight?"

Everything is good,

Why yes,
I do see that.
You’re capable
Of putting line
Breaks in your sentences.
No,
I’m sorry.
That does not make
Your bitching
Interesting
To me.

It’s when no words can come
to mind
It’s when the goosebumps
reappear
It’s when the silence is all I
strive for,
Tip-toeing up and down the whispered staircase
Ever so slowly
Ever so delicate
Ever so pure.
It’s when I cannot breathe
so deeply
It’s when my hands begin to
shake
It’s when all I need is to
escape
Hiding in the depths of the dark and empty bathroom,
So cold
So alone
So unperturbed.
It’s times like these that I know I am not
cured
It’s times like these that I miss who we all
used to be

When they take my breath
away
I may wish they never give it
back
But it’s the smiles
and the eyes
and the secret exhilaration
That a heart that’s stopped beating cannot lack
That a heart will never, ever lack.

That red is still red
and blue is still blue.
But sometimes what we see, is what we do.
I thought I knew,
the leaves on the trees were green,
and the smiles on their faces were true.

Tears are hiding behind your feeble eyes
Your heart listens to the steady breathing of wisdom
While the duration of your capabilities seem to weaken
The subtleties of your mind awake to a new subject
As you remain oblivious to the usage of words
Your uncertainty ravels her thoughts
As she questions your complications
Your mind circulates to your true convictions
As they tease your heart with honesty
You wish she could decipher your integrity
So you could escape a hysteria of desperation
But security overwhelms you as droplets secrete from your face

She looked at me, speechless, and just shifted her eyes from me to the e-mail. I read it, and instantly my curiosity became anger. I shouldn’t be mad, and I shouldn’t care, but why? It’s not my business, but I have to voice my opinion sometimes...

How the heck could somebody screw their lives up that much?
How could they have so much disregard?
Do they not care?
You already got pregnant once.
You were 18.
What the hell are you thinking?
You hardly take care of your son. He’s always with your parents.
You’re not trying.
And, what are you, 20 now?
You’ve been smoking and drinking?
And you think that just because you remembered to give him a frickin’ bath
That you know about parenting and
You’re doing okay?
You were drinking! You’re not even 21!
Now, you’re pregnant again?
For some people, they mess up, but they try their hardest and
Figure out their lives
Before they try again.
You two?
I don’t think so.

Nightmares are spies
Hidden in the corners of your dreams
Unseen, untouched, unremarkable
Careful observers they are
Noticing what makes you cringe
Scream and tremble in terror
And then. . .
They pounce
Latching on to your weakness
Making you tremble, cringe, and scream
Until you are terrified out of your mind
Then they slink back into the shadows
Those crafty nightmare spies

I breathed in the wispy smell of egg-white Crayola chalk,
smeared in scribbled streaks across the forest-green board.
I silently scrutinized the dead tree carved into a rectangular desk,
chaotically cluttered and stained in a mahogany hue, in an attempt at design.

As the water cascades down the falls in Niagara,
the desk flooded over in a muddle of junk.
A whirlwind of papers formed gigantic mountains,
which I believed no professor could ever sort through.

The detached attitude of the professor,
clearly revealed itself in his upkeep of the space.
I sensed that the spark in his spirit had long been forgotten,
tossed aside like a broken jack-in-the-box.

CRACK! The teapot sitting on his desk,
fell to the ground in an angry protest about its untidy surroundings.
The professor seemed alarmed at its sudden departure,
only then realizing the unworldly nature of the atmosphere he so drudgingly entered each day.

It rolls around in my purse
I have to shuffle through the loose change,
Through my books
My cell phone
My lip gloss
My CD player
My college paperwork—
(Jeesh, how much crud do I have in here?)
To find the goods:
The wad of Green.

I try to smile,
But I know
It’ll be all gone after
My jacked up college tuition sucks it into the void.

But for now…
Shopping spree anyone?

I think about it all the time.
No matter how hard I try,
It just can't erase it from my mind.
It's the reason I start to cry.

Hidden away, so no one can see.
My arm is aching now.
This is a secret I plan to keep.
I'm falling apart and I don't know how.

I want to do it,
To end this pain.
So down I sit,
To take my life in vain.

my stuff gets weirder as time goes on into the night,
with the stars shining bright,
and when the moon if full,
it never gets dull,
because the moon does weird things to ones thoughts.

I gave you it all
Helping you, keeping you safe, teaching you, loving you
But what did you do?
well you just threw it all away
Back then, you said we were an item. An unbreakable bond

I could see it.
You thought I couldn't?
Slowly falling deeper
Drawn by all those "dark" temptations
I tried sweetheart, I TRIED.
Pulling you back up!
My hands raw, torn, soon to be calloused.

I told you the truth,
I told you all along.
But you didn't believe me.
You're being told I'm wrong.

I know what happened.
I know what I said.
You need to know I'm being honest,
Get it through your head!

I want you to trust me,
Like I used to trust you.
I wish this all would end
So we could start over new.

I never should have told you,
Should have just kept my mouth closed.
'Cause now you've heard this rotten lie,
And I feel dirty and falsely exposed.

Dear Me,
That is one ugly top.
The colors make me sick
That shade of yellow makes you
look Jaundiced
Those polka dots are bloated
The seams are ripped on the sleeve
The top must have shrunk in the wash
And
That silhouette is so last year.

For all of love that is good:
NEVER wear that thing AGAIN.

But for now I'll just say you look
Chic
Fabulous
and Cute

Sharing poetry is awkward,
If you aren’t in a community of writers.
It is like collecting all of your feelings
Into a glass tank
For everyone
To analyze.
All of your inner most thoughts on display.
Outside of writers,
I feel as if,
People don’t understand that.
They think that emotions,
And feelings
Should be bottled up,
And locked away forever.

I smile as I fall,
Fall into your icy blue eyes.
But your eyes,
They trouble me,
They confuse me so.
They've been telling me the truth all along,
Which doesn't meet your words.

So what am I to believe?
Your jumble of lies I've mistaken
For the truth which lies just skin deep?

I'm lost,
Ever so lost in thought.
Are you honest with me?
You're not.
Do I trust you?

It seems that
lately,
the only poems
flooding the inescapable pages
in my head
are either about
love
or
pain.

And I wonder:
is there a connection somewhere between them
that I have been blatantly ignoring?
My shelter is made of
frail mica and
shards of bottles,

so why has it taken me this long
to learn to see through it?

Is it a lie?
Like all the rest?
Will I be able to trust you again?
I cry and even bleed for you!
I want it to end.
No, not me and you.
This pain,
This pain you've put me through.
The sound of my tears falling all night long.
I hate it so much!
Please, make it stop!
You see right through me,
Through my hurt.
This hurt which came from you...

the bold photographer steps into the day
fading into view.
he removes the cap,
focuses the lens.
breaking the code, he looks at her
as she carefully avoids his gaze, furious
that he dares to look directly at her.
intruding on her persona and breaking her shield
with the flicker of fear and uncertainty in her startled eyes

He clicks.