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He's With me
At the bank Rick waits
sitting in a chair
while I'm in line
he's hunched down
trying to be invisible
as the Security guard approaches
he says to the the guard
"The paintings are nice"
Rick's pretty grubbed out
I'd like for him to bathe more, wash his clothes
clean his room, not drink so much
I'd like to tell him about my problems, talk politics, art, watch a game with him
I yell out to the guard,
He's with me. He's my brother.
sitting in a chair
while I'm in line
he's hunched down
trying to be invisible
as the Security guard approaches
he says to the the guard
"The paintings are nice"
Rick's pretty grubbed out
I'd like for him to bathe more, wash his clothes
clean his room, not drink so much
I'd like to tell him about my problems, talk politics, art, watch a game with him
I yell out to the guard,
He's with me. He's my brother.
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Student Work
THIS IS GREEDThis is something that could enslave us all.
Making us selfish. Making the ones we love most turn on us. Making us turn on the ones we love most. Making us incapable of love. Making us kill for more. This is something that we should fear the most. This is greed. ---Leila Velasquez Heart of GrayAlthough your point of view is common
I am not the bully you seek I am not large and fearsome I am only distressed and weak The people around me portray me as a villain But I do not feel that way The world surrounding, where you see color I see shades of black and grey My life is not as happy as it may seem Making people intimidated and scared Slipping lunch money away from children In the school that we have shared My brain filled with insults and hatred Once spat from my father’s tongue These are far too familiar to me From a thin thread, I have swung Danger below me, danger above me Fear of what others will say My last resort, I attack others Leaving them a heart of grey UntitledShe walks in silence, her eyes on the road ahead. She is wistful and unknowing of forces to come.
She waxes and wanes with the moon and rises each morning with the copper sun. Her eyes are green and searching for the magic hidden beneath her cobblestone journey. The cold is ruthless, but her coat flies open, the wind teasing her golden hair. None know of her ways or fears. She is separated from us, a veil covering her peach skin. She is forever moving forward, never looking back. She is wise in her youth and nimble on bare feet. The light snow is her carpet, melting as she glides over it. She is serenely beautiful, and wears an owl on her shoulder. None know of her identity, nor her whereabouts, but we know she is there. Always. Who is She? She could be anyone. --- Kelsa Ropersmith The Little ThingsSometimes we want to break down and hide away
But you can’t do that, you have to stay Working all of these days To get to that better place Keep that face Smiling while keeping the pace Preparing yourself for that ace And if you can’t do that today, that’s fine Do it tomorrow, but don’t waste your time ASAP, that’s the chime And if you can’t do it soon, then imagine this rhyme No pain, no gain That’s the saying But what if you can turn that pain Into something to gain Then do it again And again And again So walk out of that front door in the morning a new man Or a new woman Or a new child That front door doesn’t have to be door, either It could be a curtain, or a box flap, or iron bars. Hold that head high as you exit that theoretical aperture Ignore the monsters under the bed They’re all in your head All you have to do is “Listen” And instead Imagine the angels above your bed Watching you sleep Making sure you stay safe If the sun doesn’t shine tomorrow, Make sure it shines today Make that ray of light worth something, Because it may be gone soon. If there’s no one waiting for you No one who trusts you, Or understands you, Then take the initiative, And make sure there is someone there. If you make the effort to come out of that black hole that you call your life, Sucking everything up in its path and twisting it around, Then you may realize what life looks like: Laughing, every day. Smiling, whenever you can. Sharing love and happiness, with anyone and everyone. Making music in all of its many forms. Crying, when life gets tough. Hating, when it feels like the world hates you back. Loving, when you realize that your friends will always help you back up when you fall, Just like you will to them. And some days are worse than most. What if you weighed the bad things with the good? All of the little things, like every time you smiled, or laughed, or complimented someone. Every time you sang, or hummed, or broke into a goofy, off-key song and still laughed about it. Every time you felt good, every time your heart felt warm, every time you helped someone out, just a little. Every time you noticed that someone was saying something mean, and corrected that everyone is perfect. ---Lilli Li |
hopeHope
People hope… They hope for love to pave paths to happiness They hope for peace to wash the hate away They hope for the future to be better than the past They hope for light to drown out the dark despair They hope for song to fill their hearts and ears They hope for creativity to color the grays around them They hope for dreams to turn reality into a world of possibility They hope for a friend to share their story with They hope for a happy ending. ---Anonymous I do this not for the fun of it
But so my heart can heal this way Hoping silently for followers Helping to cure my heart of grey"I love to write! My brain filled with insults and hatred Once spat from my father’s tongue These are far too familiar to me From a thin thread, I have swung Danger below me, danger above me Fear of what others will say My last resort, I attack others Leaving them a heart of grey I do this not for the fun of it But so my heart can heal this way Hoping silently for followers Helping to cure my heart of grey"I love to write! ---Anonymous Gray DayOn the days that your whole world is gray,
And all you want to do is hide away, You remember the inside jokes that made you smile, With the friend you haven’t seen in awhile. Memories drifting through your mind, Of the easy days and the good times. Then the tears are streaming down your face, As you realize that it’s all gone to waste. The days you try to power through, Will change nothing that you thought you knew. Both ends of your candle are increasingly burning out, The flames that engulf your life made of misery and self-doubt, Because your mind is still stuck in the past, Trying to relive the moments that didn’t last. ---Hannah Yale No EscapeWhen the air that you breathe feels like poisonous gas,
And every move that you make is a step on sharp glass. For you’ve broken all your mirrors trying escape from yourself, You want to leave all your pieces in a locked box on a lonely shelf. That way no one can find all the secrets and the pain, But you know that either way, you will surely go insane. ---Hannah Yale UntitledAs I hang, up in the trees
Upside down With my knees Whoosh I go in the breeze My hair flowing free It feels so nice to be me Up in my tree ---My Little Friend the Sloth |
Lost yearsI sit my eyes filled with tears thinking about the lost years.
I sit and cry wishing I could rewind. Hoping it will get better. As I sit and cry I think about the people I'v met and lost people who have been my friend then not. Thinking the pain will never end. Remembering the people I love and now their gone. I'm alone but I'm not. And years from now I will loose more wishing I could go back in time and stop myself from crying and tell myself I had it all but now it's to late. Now it's gone. ---Leila Velasquez Imagination"“Please rescue me, I’m lost in reality!”
Then take your time and find your way Back to that wonderful land of imagination Pick up your pen Rack your brain No need to explain Whatever ends up On that blank lined paper Just get lost Don’t return to reality Spend one hour or two It shouldn’t matter to you Lose yourself in this notebook Fill it with those wondrous words Fill it with imagination Fill it any way you want Just be creative There’s a spot for words Right there, there, and there Make a masterpiece The responsibility of imagination It belongs to you It’s all in your hands. Now take it. Grasp it and fulfill your wish to get lost In imagination Pour out your brain, Filled with words, Directly onto this page. Unlock that closing And be open to ideas that pop into your brain. Now write." ---Anonymous HighwayWhat is life
But one winding highway Not knowing where one will end up Not knowing where one will crash Love is but the carpool Troubles are but the bends The end is never there Winding along the never-ending coast Not knowing where one will end up Not knowing where one will crash The radio is your destination When it changes its tune, You must too But if you can sing your own songs The radio must adjust to you The radio is your heartbeat Adjusting to your mood Your pace Your feelings Sing until your throat bleeds On this long, never-ending highway Not knowing where one will end up Not knowing where one will crash Companionship through friends is brief Like using the phone in the car If you don’t want to break the law Get a car that has a phone speaker If you decided to take an exit, You’re never there for long. You’ll always find yourself back out here This highway Never knowing where one will end up Not knowing where one will crash. Summer NightSummer night,
Soaring, gliding Skimming, flying, Over the silver cloud sky, Darting in and out, Up and down, Hawk, so magnificent, Do you feel a sense of wonder, flying high? I wish I could fly, and join you up there in a summer's night sky ---Anonymous |