Lyman C. Hunt Middle School

Lucid, but beaten broken,

On a downward streak,

Going here, there, no where.

Looking down a skyscraper,

Making out the skyline,

Wondering how far it is down. 

Leaning over, mind escaping,

Wind catching, hair billowing,

Finally at peace, freefalling.

Letting it all go, tumbling,

No regrets, not looking back,

A weight lifted.

Free, alive,

Happy,

At last.

Falling in a pit of darkness,

Wind rushing past me,

Spiraling towards the unknown,

Lost in a sea of vancancy.

Like the golden leaves of autume,

I tumble into non-existance,

Free of what once entangled me,

Crushed by a traveler, left behind.

The wound on me is still fresh,

Never to be healed, broken,

From being hurt, betrayed, forgotten,

I lay, in despair, counting the stars. 

Out of controll, finally standing,

Ready to destroy, explode once again,

Instead I leave,

To start something new.

I wonder,

Whether it is harder to prepare for the sadness,

Knowing that it is the inevitable;

Or to lose the happiness in your life,

Bluntly.

I wonder,

Whether there are limits and bondaries,

For us to explore and expand;

Or in the end, facing us is a

Wall.

I wonder,

Whether we are a concept, a lesson,

Waiting to be discovered and taught; Read more »

An arrow, a beam, a ray

Of light,

Branding the surrounding darkness,

For there is no darkness without sunlight.

A note, a tick, a trickle

Of sound, 

Distinguishing the lasting silence, 

For there is no silence without clamor.

Green, oranger, yellow

Of color,

Unique between the blandness,

For there is no blandness without beauty.

Outside, the sun is raining tears,

So here I lay, hiding;

In the abyss, discoveries stay, 

Yet here I wait, dying.

From our childhood, the stories play,

Enchanted forests, knights in armor ride,

So here I lay, hiding secrets,

In my world filled with possibilities.

Out of this universe, life grows,

Times machines, world peace lives on,

Yet here I wait, dying slowly,

In this place full of unanswered questions. 

But here on Earth, in this diseased planet,

Covered in filth, battles, lies, secrets and deceit,

Is a precious key, hidden in plain sight, 

Guarded by the purest of heart.

I am drifting,

Drifting away,

On a sea of torrents,

Searching.

I am dreaming,

Dreaming the world,

On the way to the future,

Changing.

I am gazing,

Gazing at your wonderment and beauty,

On the ride of a lifetime,

Living

A friend to hold in the dark,
A friend to tell tales of day,
A friend to ease the sadness,
A friend with you, always.

Spilling sorrow,
Sharing joy,
Been with you,
Along the way.

Why so glum?
Little friend?
Lost between,
Childhood memoirs.

Useless,
Forgotten,
Piddling,
Pathetic.

Tired,
Used,
Glum,
Unwanted.
 

A memory,

Buried deep,

Holding the ugly truth.

An action,

Scarring you,

Haunting the guilt.

A mistake,

Hurting you,

Wishing to go back. 

A sliver,

Puncturing flesh, 

Being innocent and naive.

A tear,

Radiating sadness,

I am to blame.

A mistake,

I made,

Hoping now, for forgiveness.

To have,

Is a gift; 

To want,

Is a curse.

To be smart,

Is a privilege; 

To be witty,

Is a dishonor.

To be funny,

Is a talent;

To be sarcastic,

Is a fool.

To be decisive,

Is a quality;

To be controlling,

Is a problem.

To be yourself,

Is a challenge.

One wish,

My precious;

To demolish,

To vanquish,

To abolish,

To wish.

What might I wish,

You push;

For me to wish,

One wish,

I ask in anguish,

Why one wish.

I could be selfish,

To refresh, replenish,

I could be foolish,

To be rubbish, stylish,

Because it's my one wish.

But I wish,

Not to parish, vanish,

Extinguish, punish,

Flourish, nourish,

Relinquish, embellish.

But to accomplish,

To cherish,

For my one and only wish.

To be cast away,
To be vulnerable,
To lose everything,
To know of the evil,
To be forgotten forever,
To feel an indescribable pain,
To be broken into tiny pieces,
Watch as all is taken from you,
Lonely in the vast, empty world.

Like a cracked glass, about to break,
A bird falling with a broken wing,
A tree burning to the ground,
A fish drowning uselessly,
A dog choking on water,
An almost dying flower.

Is there a way?
To stop the feeling of emptiness,
To be rid of this horrible feeling,
To have the ability to fight back,
To know how to face the dreads,
To fix what is beyond the limits,
To prevent the inevitable in life,
To have a say in this dark world,
To control the unreachable areas.

You laugh and sneer,
With no understanding,
And a cold, barren heart,
No kindness, no love,
Driven by selfishness,
Hatred, jealousy,
I ask,
What are you?
Knowing the answer…

To be cast away,
To be vulnerable,
To lose everything,
To know of the evil,
To be forgotten forever,
To feel an indescribable pain,
To be broken into tiny pieces,
Watch as all is taken from you,
Lonely in the vast, empty world.

Like a cracked class, about to break,
A bird falling with a broken wing,
A tree burning to the ground,
A fish drowning uselessly,
A dog choking on water,
An almost dying flower.

Is there a way? Read more »

Under my bed,
Are dreams,
Dreams of the future,
Dreams of the past,
Dreams of destruction,
Dreams of new worlds,
Yet to be explored.

Under my bed,
Are hopes,
Hopes of becoming
Hopes of achievement,
Hopes of ideas,
Hopes of peace,
Yet to achieved.

Under my bed,
Is my life.
Lost in a barren wasteland,
Yet to be discovered.

In darkness I dwell,

In sunshine I die,

Crawling, spreading.

Griping life by death,

Curious and content;

Reaching for the feeble,

Imperious and cruel.

For I am disease.

Through me there will be,

Hope, sadness and understanding.

Powerful,

At the peak of others’ weakness.

Yet frail,

Upon my defeat.

For I am disease.

I cause havoc and pain,

I am always unwanted and unseen. Read more »

What of spring,

The birdies, the trees,

The blooming flowers,

The twinkling stars,

Animals awakening.

What of summer,

The beach, the sea,

The vast, burning sun,

The warm, calm wind,

People relaxing.

What of autumn,

The wind, the bright colors,

The falling leaves,

The full harvests,

Trees dancing.

What of winter,

The gifts, the gatherings, Read more »

The dawn awaits,

For the good and evil,

As they part with choices.

Influenced by darkness,

Deceive, slick with hatred.

Buried with distaste.

For those who betrayed,

Vengeance will be taken,

Their name will be ashamed.

For those who does nothing,

They will always be nothing,

Never remembered,

Lost forever.

For those who tried,

Who’s fallen, but stood back up; Read more »

Beautiful, magnificent,

Crystalline, small, 

Drifting, floating,

Pure, pristine

White, light,

Clear, Cold,

Descending,

Cascading,

Snow.

With grace,

With agility,

With dignity,

With pleasure.

The sun, hiding deep into the clouds of darkness.

The hissing of trees wanting to be free, like the saphire orange, firey red and dandelion yellow, drifting into the dark. plain puddles.

The leaves losing thier greens, and changing into the brighness of fall approaching.

I hear the joyful sounds of children, jumping into marvelously large piles of rainbow.

The sound of the rake as is drags away leaving behind a path.

I could feel the warmness of my sheepskin boots, as i take a walk. Read more »

The sun, hiding deep into the clouds of darkness.

The hissing of trees wanting to be free, like the saphire orange, firey red and dandelion yellow, drifting into the dark. plain puddles.

The leaves losing thier greens, and changing into the brighness of fall approaching.

I hear the joyful sounds of children, jumping into marvelously large piles of rainbow.

The sound of the rake as is drags away leaving behind a path.

I could feel the warmness of my sheepskin boots, as i take a walk. Read more »

The sun, hiding deep into the clouds of darkness.

The hissing of trees wanting to be free, like the saphire orange, firey red and dandelion yellow, drifting into the dark. plain puddles.

The leaves losing thier greens, and changing into the brighness of fall approaching.

I hear the joyful sounds of children, jumping into marvelously large piles of rainbow.

The sound of the rake as is drags away leaving behind a path.

I could feel the warmness of my sheepskin boots, as i take a walk. Read more »

The sun, hiding deep into the clouds of darkness.

The hissing of trees wanting to be free, like the saphire orange, firey red and dandelion yellow, drifting into the dark. plain puddles.

The leaves losing thier greens, and changing into the brighness of fall approaching.

I hear the joyful sounds of children, jumping into marvelously large piles of rainbow.

The sound of the rake as is drags away leaving behind a path.

I could feel the warmness of my sheepskin boots, as i take a walk. Read more »

The sun, hiding deep into the clouds of darkness.

The hissing of trees wanting to be free, like the saphire orange, firey red and dandelion yellow, drifting into the dark. plain puddles.

The leaves losing thier greens, and changing into the brighness of fall approaching.

I hear the joyful sounds of children, jumping into marvelously large piles of rainbow.

The sound of the rake as is drags away leaving behind a path.

I could feel the warmness of my sheepskin boots, as i take a walk. Read more »

I am the one that is here –
but not actually here:
nothing more than a transparent,
shattered
fragment of your time -
of your entity’s existence,
and of your love.
I am the one on the back of your mind,
shrouded by the cloak of your hesitant,
adamant self.
You long to never know me,
myself,
or I.
Loneliness:
it’s that abandoned,
forlorn feeling,
when no one will tell you anything
no one will say anything
to you,
except goodbye –
and although I am here,
you never whisper a word.
I will not beg.
I will not cry.
And I will not miss you.
Forget me, Read more »

The girl with the beautiful face stood on the balcony, alone in the cool moonlight. Milky blue eyes flickered down to the rose in her hand, and moment of silence passed – with the grass stirring mutely, the trees creaking softly – the most happening being a whisper of her sigh. It's the rose's thorns that prick open her palms: the carnation's blood redder than its petals. Soft, scarlet droplets pattered across the marble stairway, and flick of her wrist sent the rose into a pond's dark depths. Read more »

The soft flower of hurt –
budding in those beautiful, hazel eyes.
That’s all it takes, because then,
a moment passes,
and that hurt blossoms to rage.
Phrases like,
“traitor”
and
“never again”
singe their way into my flesh –
pounding like an eternal hailstorm.
I count the seconds,
number the bruises,
memorize the cuts,
but never once do I shed a tear.
It’s the most I can do,
- I understand -
to just wait.
Wait it out.
Hold my breath –
and slow my heart:
accepting the fruits of betrayal
and love.
It’s what I’ve always dreamt about –
in my nightmares.
You’d never, Read more »

Pound. Pound. Pound.

The shine of emerald iridescence is perfect with your eyes. As the music plays, the fire in your gaze dances along, becoming true perfection. It's a lilting, twisted tune that you create; captivating and pure; breathing-taking to hear.

Along with the strings you pluck and make hum into the air, there is more to listen to. I imagine the beat of your heart, in flawless harmony with the song, giving birth to a rhythm unimaginably beautiful.

Pound. Pound. Pound. Read more »

The shine of emerald iridescence is perfect with your eyes. As the music plays, the fire in your gaze dances along, becoming true perfection. It's a lilting, twisted tune that you create; captivating and pure; breathing-taking to hear.

Along with the strings you pluck and make hum into the air, there is more to listen to. I imagine the beat of your heart, in flawless harmony with the song, giving birth to a rhythm unimaginably beautiful.

Pound. Pound. Pound. Read more »

(Oh, in the closet, and)

in the rustling eve
the brambles touch my sleeve
as I whisper goodbye
before murmuring a lullaby.

(And, in the closet,)
I will always remember
the days after September,
for in the last of October
[I watched as]
you burn away in the clover.

(But, in the closet,)
as I watch the years fade,
feel the hole in my heart you made.

(I know, in the closet,)
love and today do not exist
and eventually evanescence into the mist.

(And now, in the closet,)
here I am - I wait,
praying in silence, not wanting fate.

… Read more »

The morning was nothing short of freezing. The streets and posts were gilded with frost. The cars that were able to start heaved by weakly. The sun, of course, was nowhere in sight - blocked cruelly by the gray clouds.

However, it was not the environment of a normal Vermont winter that chilled me. It was this man’s eyes.

“How dare you,” the man hissed. His eyes were blazing fire, but had no radiating warmth.

They were furious, and struck me like scorching knives. They sliced me open.

“Insolent, unknowing, ignorant brat!“ Read more »