The Bullied
by: Tainted Tulip
Preppies are popular
A different kind of bully
They’re the ones
Who could be your friend
If they weren’t so self absorbed
Bullies seem to be
“the bad kids”
Not raised wrong
Just not given
An easy life situation
To all the school preps and bullies:
The boy, constantly spinning
Getting dizzy, laughing?
The one you point at
Laugh at, look down upon?
He has ADHD
Something he can't prevent
He’s just like you
Only more active
The girl in the corner?
The one you forced into loneliness
By calling her fat?
Her mom died from cancer.
She moves foster homes constantly
When you could’ve been a friend
You’re an enemy, because of
The names, the laughs, the pointing.
The gay guys under the stairs?
Madly in love but
Suicide is a constant “alternative”
Never helped, only called queer
Each adopted, have lots in common
Including food thrown their way,
Names howled, and rumors spread
Because they were themselves.
The age old command
“Think twice”
Still rings in their ears
But should be in yours
No one deserves pain
But all the bullies,
Deserve loneliness
Unless the only cure is love.
Preppies are popular
A different kind of bully
They’re the ones
Who could be your friend
If they weren’t so self absorbed
Bullies seem to be
“the bad kids”
Not raised wrong
Just not given
An easy life situation
To all the school preps and bullies:
The boy, constantly spinning
Getting dizzy, laughing?
The one you point at
Laugh at, look down upon?
He has ADHD
Something he can't prevent
He’s just like you
Only more active
The girl in the corner?
The one you forced into loneliness
By calling her fat?
Her mom died from cancer.
She moves foster homes constantly
When you could’ve been a friend
You’re an enemy, because of
The names, the laughs, the pointing.
The gay guys under the stairs?
Madly in love but
Suicide is a constant “alternative”
Never helped, only called queer
Each adopted, have lots in common
Including food thrown their way,
Names howled, and rumors spread
Because they were themselves.
The age old command
“Think twice”
Still rings in their ears
But should be in yours
No one deserves pain
But all the bullies,
Deserve loneliness
Unless the only cure is love.
What Love Is
By: Music Heart
Love is a smile
On a child’s face
When they have gotten
The biggest thing
They wished for
On a Christmas morning
Love is a hug
From a friend
When you need it most
Because someone you love
Has gone
To another place
Love is a tear
Rolling down your cheek
When the most unimaginable
And incredible
Thing has happened to you
Or another
Love is a friend
To be there for you
And comfort you
During hard times
And you feel like
You can barely breathe
Love is everything
In everyone that
Makes up a person
Filling us with emotions
And shows our personality
Building our world
Love is a smile
On a child’s face
When they have gotten
The biggest thing
They wished for
On a Christmas morning
Love is a hug
From a friend
When you need it most
Because someone you love
Has gone
To another place
Love is a tear
Rolling down your cheek
When the most unimaginable
And incredible
Thing has happened to you
Or another
Love is a friend
To be there for you
And comfort you
During hard times
And you feel like
You can barely breathe
Love is everything
In everyone that
Makes up a person
Filling us with emotions
And shows our personality
Building our world
But I Still Love Them
by: Raelynn Tucker
They are my rocks
Whenever I’m broken
They heal my wounds
I know it’s their job,
But I think they like it
I don’t know what I would do without them.
They’ll always stand in the way of anything that leads me on the wrong path
But after the danger goes away, they go right back to the destructive brothers
That I know and love.
My parents say we’re just like one another
And as I pretend to be disgusted,
I’m proud to be safe, tough, and dependable just like them.
They’ll always be suspicious of everything I do
But nevertheless, they do trust me
And for that, I’m thankful
I’m grateful that when everybody else is telling awful stories about their siblings,
I put on a smirk and think that I can’t say the same thing.
My Everything
By: believer1
A torn up trampoline,
A dirty cellar,
Mounds of dirt,
Grass with the life sucked out of it,
Scratched cement,
Chipped paint,
This is what my backyard looks like
Through your eyes
I don’t see these things
I don’t see it as ugly
In fact
I wouldn’t have it any other way
It holds my joy,
My tears,
My laughs,
My secrets,
My memories,
My life
I see a beautiful fence
That took my dad months to put up
I see the permanent trails
That my dogs left behind
Where grass can no longer grow
I see the small garden in the back
Where I learned how to grow tomatoes
I see the holes in the ground
Where my first swing set once was
Don’t you see?
This backyard means more to me
Than what you see
It’s where my dog took his last breath
Before he left
For good
It’s where my siblings and I
Entertained ourselves
While mom and dad were at work
I grew up in this backyard
This backyard is my life
My everything
A torn up trampoline,
A dirty cellar,
Mounds of dirt,
Grass with the life sucked out of it,
Scratched cement,
Chipped paint,
This is what my backyard looks like
Through your eyes
I don’t see these things
I don’t see it as ugly
In fact
I wouldn’t have it any other way
It holds my joy,
My tears,
My laughs,
My secrets,
My memories,
My life
I see a beautiful fence
That took my dad months to put up
I see the permanent trails
That my dogs left behind
Where grass can no longer grow
I see the small garden in the back
Where I learned how to grow tomatoes
I see the holes in the ground
Where my first swing set once was
Don’t you see?
This backyard means more to me
Than what you see
It’s where my dog took his last breath
Before he left
For good
It’s where my siblings and I
Entertained ourselves
While mom and dad were at work
I grew up in this backyard
This backyard is my life
My everything
Cello
by: C.V
One person,
One crowd.
Fingers move,
Notes play,
A beautiful
Song bounces
Off the strings.
Ears hear,
Eyes watch,
Some in awe,
Some half asleep.
Babies quiet,
Children still.
She stands up,
Bows,
And
Leaves.
Twin
By: Raney Harris
Would you laugh if I told you,
That I like you… A little,
That I think you’re a great person,
A great friend,
A great sister.
Would you believe me if I told you what I really think,
If I had no secrets,
If I told you how different we are.
Would you believe me if I told you,
I’m not as good as you think,
I’m no goody two shoes.
But I could be worse to have,
As a friend,
As a sister,
As the one person in the world that you can call,
Twin.
Would you laugh if I told you,
That I like you… A little,
That I think you’re a great person,
A great friend,
A great sister.
Would you believe me if I told you what I really think,
If I had no secrets,
If I told you how different we are.
Would you believe me if I told you,
I’m not as good as you think,
I’m no goody two shoes.
But I could be worse to have,
As a friend,
As a sister,
As the one person in the world that you can call,
Twin.
Memories
by Mike Hunt
Her soft fur, as soft as fresh snow on the ground, the snow that gives happiness to a child.
Her black nose, as black as the midnight darkness that engulfs all who wander.
Her brown eyes, as brown as the dirt outside, the dirt that spreads across mile and miles, making you feel confined.
Love that dog.
The faded brick, as faded as the memories of the friends that lived on the street.
The green stems, as green as the grass that tickled our feet as we ran around in the yard.
The pale curtains, as pale as mournful faces as we watched them leave.
Love that house.
The clear water, as clear as the sky as we relaxed.
The hot pavement, as hot as the day we celebrated the last day of summer.
The bright fireflies, as bright as the smiles all around the grass.
Love that pool.
Love my life.
Her soft fur, as soft as fresh snow on the ground, the snow that gives happiness to a child.
Her black nose, as black as the midnight darkness that engulfs all who wander.
Her brown eyes, as brown as the dirt outside, the dirt that spreads across mile and miles, making you feel confined.
Love that dog.
The faded brick, as faded as the memories of the friends that lived on the street.
The green stems, as green as the grass that tickled our feet as we ran around in the yard.
The pale curtains, as pale as mournful faces as we watched them leave.
Love that house.
The clear water, as clear as the sky as we relaxed.
The hot pavement, as hot as the day we celebrated the last day of summer.
The bright fireflies, as bright as the smiles all around the grass.
Love that pool.
Love my life.
Phases Over Twenty-Four Hours
By: MK
My older sister is day,
my younger sister is night.
Both as beautiful as the other,
both showing different, wonderful things.
I am the in between, the sunset and the sunrise,
I have a uniqueness all of my own.
They might make the unseen seen,
and hide the not-want-to-be-seen,
but I make the seen and unseen
beautiful, gorgeous, and magical.
My sister, the night
Hides the unwanted,
the untold,
or just the unseen,
keeping everything a secret.
The day, my other sister
reveals all.
The good and the bad,
revealing the hard truth.
Sometimes not caring who it hurts.
I, the in between
try to show only
what you want to see,
the necessary,
and by revealing that
I hope to answer
your questions.
The day might melt the snow,
but you could get burned in the process.
The night can cool you off
but you might freeze.
I try to warm you,
without burning you,
and keep you cool,
without freezing you.
My older sister is day,
my younger sister is night.
Both as beautiful as the other,
both showing different, wonderful things.
I am the in between, the sunset and the sunrise,
I have a uniqueness all of my own.
They might make the unseen seen,
and hide the not-want-to-be-seen,
but I make the seen and unseen
beautiful, gorgeous, and magical.
My sister, the night
Hides the unwanted,
the untold,
or just the unseen,
keeping everything a secret.
The day, my other sister
reveals all.
The good and the bad,
revealing the hard truth.
Sometimes not caring who it hurts.
I, the in between
try to show only
what you want to see,
the necessary,
and by revealing that
I hope to answer
your questions.
The day might melt the snow,
but you could get burned in the process.
The night can cool you off
but you might freeze.
I try to warm you,
without burning you,
and keep you cool,
without freezing you.
Praise to Autumn
by: chzbrgr
Praise autumn
In the crisp autumn breeze,
My fingers turn to icicles.
Below my feet,
The crunch-crunch of the leaves,
Is splendid news to you and me.
Beneath my feet,
The ground is like sponges.
Of the many sounds I hear,
Birds chirping is what delights my ears.
Around the park the wind will blow,
And make the leaves sway here and fro.
With the breeze and autumn leaves,
The scent of morning lingers.
With apple pie and sweets,
Life is sure to be delightful.
Since I’m stuffed with turkey and ham,
Soon I will be sleeping nicely!
Praise autumn
In the crisp autumn breeze,
My fingers turn to icicles.
Below my feet,
The crunch-crunch of the leaves,
Is splendid news to you and me.
Beneath my feet,
The ground is like sponges.
Of the many sounds I hear,
Birds chirping is what delights my ears.
Around the park the wind will blow,
And make the leaves sway here and fro.
With the breeze and autumn leaves,
The scent of morning lingers.
With apple pie and sweets,
Life is sure to be delightful.
Since I’m stuffed with turkey and ham,
Soon I will be sleeping nicely!
He Made You Because
by: Raelynn Tucker
He made you from sand, so you could be soft but tough.
He gave you a sense of humor to make the best out of the worst.
He gave you a brain to understand the preacher’s deep thinking.
He gave his life so you could worship him.
He gave you hands to fold for prayer.
He gave you legs to run to him.
He gave you a mouth to sing his praises.
He gave you ears to hear him.
He gave you a voice to cry out to him at anytime.
He gave you eyes to see how glorious he is.
He made you - you.
And because of that, you are perfect.
He made you from sand, so you could be soft but tough.
He gave you a sense of humor to make the best out of the worst.
He gave you a brain to understand the preacher’s deep thinking.
He gave his life so you could worship him.
He gave you hands to fold for prayer.
He gave you legs to run to him.
He gave you a mouth to sing his praises.
He gave you ears to hear him.
He gave you a voice to cry out to him at anytime.
He gave you eyes to see how glorious he is.
He made you - you.
And because of that, you are perfect.
What Your Heart Desires
by: Missy Virginia
Everyone knows that you can’t always find what is in your heart,
But sometimes you can find what your heart desires.
You don’t always have to follow the latest trend or fashion;
Just find what your heart desires.
You don’t always have to follow your family traditions;
Just find what your heart desires.
You don’t always have to have your friends make your decisions for you;
Just find what your heart desires.
If you just believe you can do it;
Then you just might find what your heart desires.
Everyone knows that you can’t always find what is in your heart,
But sometimes you can find what your heart desires.
You don’t always have to follow the latest trend or fashion;
Just find what your heart desires.
You don’t always have to follow your family traditions;
Just find what your heart desires.
You don’t always have to have your friends make your decisions for you;
Just find what your heart desires.
If you just believe you can do it;
Then you just might find what your heart desires.
Never We
By: Tainted Tulip
Wanna live my dream
Not stuck in your reality
Wanna do what I’m good at
Not what you want me to be
I’ve always disagreed
But never spoke my voice
While yours is insanely loud
Mine is proudly filled with rejoice
Afraid to speak up
For only me
I’ll stand for anyone else
But you’ll never be
You’ve never been my friend
Always an enemy
Because when you’re away
It's bliss momentarily
Never compatible
Not this pair
This mother and daughter
Have nothing to share
A home well sure
But it's not really home
Exactly different
So I’m ready to say “Shalom”
Something I’ve picked up
Over the years without you around
I’ll take care of myself, like before
So I’m sure, to be safe and sound.
Wanna live my dream
Not stuck in your reality
Wanna do what I’m good at
Not what you want me to be
I’ve always disagreed
But never spoke my voice
While yours is insanely loud
Mine is proudly filled with rejoice
Afraid to speak up
For only me
I’ll stand for anyone else
But you’ll never be
You’ve never been my friend
Always an enemy
Because when you’re away
It's bliss momentarily
Never compatible
Not this pair
This mother and daughter
Have nothing to share
A home well sure
But it's not really home
Exactly different
So I’m ready to say “Shalom”
Something I’ve picked up
Over the years without you around
I’ll take care of myself, like before
So I’m sure, to be safe and sound.
Dance
By: Cordey Sonrisa
The lights are down
The place is empty
The only sound is the whoosh of her mop.
And the repeating sounds in her mind
All those who doubt her.
They say,
“You’re not anything.”
“You’d never make it.”
“Just give up.”
She squeezed her eyes shut .
Her mop fell to the polished floor.
She kicked her water pail to the wall,
And it splashed on pictures of people.
People jumping.
People flipping.
People dancing.
She flew into the air.
She galloped and twirled.
Her heart was telling her to fly.
So she did.
The empty studio became a stage.
The empty chairs became an audience.
There was no stopping her.
She closed her eyes and came to life.
Finally, she had the life she dreamed of.
But through the roar of the crowd came her boss’ yell.
“What ARE you doing?!” came the voice from the hall.
She ran to her mop and pail, and kept cleaning.
“Nothing.”
He entered the room, and stared at her.
“Go home. It’s late”
And as she did, he remembered the reason he’d come.
Because of the unusual noise.
And one of the most powerful men in the music business
Went to check the security cameras.
Yours and Mine
by:Tainted Tulip
Peace of mind
Is truly rare
Especially with you
Since you don’t care
In the start of this race
You were at my side
Peace of mind, was all the time
You were someone for me to confide
Look at us now
Almost halfway done
I’ve been shot to death
By your superficial gun
You’re emotional, ballistic
A ball of rage
I’ve been trapped
In your fantasy cage
It’s the end of the race
But I’ve just began
No longer tied to you
Just me . . . just one.
Peace of mind
Is truly rare
Especially with you
Since you don’t care
In the start of this race
You were at my side
Peace of mind, was all the time
You were someone for me to confide
Look at us now
Almost halfway done
I’ve been shot to death
By your superficial gun
You’re emotional, ballistic
A ball of rage
I’ve been trapped
In your fantasy cage
It’s the end of the race
But I’ve just began
No longer tied to you
Just me . . . just one.
Brothers
By Missy Virgina
I see the laughter hiding behind them not trying to show.
I hear the annoyance come out of them for one reason.
I smell the innocence not be courageous enough to spout out.
I feel the tears coming out of my eyes as their bony legs rub against mine.
I taste the last breath come out as they make me not breathe.
All they do is torture.
I hear the annoyance come out of them for one reason.
I smell the innocence not be courageous enough to spout out.
I feel the tears coming out of my eyes as their bony legs rub against mine.
I taste the last breath come out as they make me not breathe.
All they do is torture.
Our Greatest Glory
“Boom, boom!” the ball sounds like thunder as the
Point guard dribbles down the court
The hardwood classics these kids watch are coming back to them,
They remember watching Larry Bird, Hakeem,
And even Michael Jordan doing their fancy style of playing.
They remember this game is coming down to the end,
They are down ten points, and have three fouls.
The coach calls a time out and all he has to say was,
“Our greatest glory is not never failing, but in rising up every time we fall”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
They go back on the court looking for a comeback,
They run a pick and roll,
The point guard goes around the screen, slipping through like a snake,
Around a brick wall that is the post.
They see the score rise and the clock wind down, they have won.
Point guard dribbles down the court
The hardwood classics these kids watch are coming back to them,
They remember watching Larry Bird, Hakeem,
And even Michael Jordan doing their fancy style of playing.
They remember this game is coming down to the end,
They are down ten points, and have three fouls.
The coach calls a time out and all he has to say was,
“Our greatest glory is not never failing, but in rising up every time we fall”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
They go back on the court looking for a comeback,
They run a pick and roll,
The point guard goes around the screen, slipping through like a snake,
Around a brick wall that is the post.
They see the score rise and the clock wind down, they have won.
Night
by JL
As my family goes to sleep,
I hear their snores,
The door whines as I open it to leave the room,
Walking slowly out the door,
The floor creaks loudly,
The wind howls in the night.
In the living room,
My step dad awakes.
But I move on to my room silently,
Hoping not to wake the rest of my family,
I lay down on my bed,
As my family goes to sleep.
As my family goes to sleep,
I hear their snores,
The door whines as I open it to leave the room,
Walking slowly out the door,
The floor creaks loudly,
The wind howls in the night.
In the living room,
My step dad awakes.
But I move on to my room silently,
Hoping not to wake the rest of my family,
I lay down on my bed,
As my family goes to sleep.
Basketball
By Michael Hawk
The point guard dribbles the ball up doing flashy moves
in and out of his legs,
Around the back and finally he passes the ball.
The post catches the ball and pushes his man under the basket to No-Man’s-Land
And puts the ball up,
Swish!
The man is devastated because he lost the battle under the basket
and let his man score
But he passes the ball in to the point.
The point guard dribbles the ball up doing flashy moves in and out of his legs,
Around the back and finally, again, he passes the ball.
The big shot shooting guard catches the ball and puts up a three-pointer
And it goes off the rim and the big man gets the rebound.
The point guard dribbles the ball up with the time winding down,
10, 9, 8, 7……
and he takes a shot…
The point guard dribbles the ball up doing flashy moves
in and out of his legs,
Around the back and finally he passes the ball.
The post catches the ball and pushes his man under the basket to No-Man’s-Land
And puts the ball up,
Swish!
The man is devastated because he lost the battle under the basket
and let his man score
But he passes the ball in to the point.
The point guard dribbles the ball up doing flashy moves in and out of his legs,
Around the back and finally, again, he passes the ball.
The big shot shooting guard catches the ball and puts up a three-pointer
And it goes off the rim and the big man gets the rebound.
The point guard dribbles the ball up with the time winding down,
10, 9, 8, 7……
and he takes a shot…
FRIEND
by: Renee Alexander
Forever there for you
Remembering the joyous times you’ve spent together
In thick and thin they’re right beside you
Establishing extravagant memories within our hearts
Never leaves your side
Disregarding inadequate recognitions of the past
Boots
By: Carter Wilson
Boots,
Boots,
Boots,
Black boots,Brown boots,
Cute pointed toed boots,
Square toed smooth boots,
These are just some.
Ostrich belly boots,
College sporting boots,
Big bulky round boots,
Crazy multicolored designed boots,
Crocidile boots,too.
Colored boots,
Plain boots,
Don’t forget the fun boots.
Last of all, best of all,
My boots.
Boots,
Boots,
Boots,
Black boots,Brown boots,
Cute pointed toed boots,
Square toed smooth boots,
These are just some.
Ostrich belly boots,
College sporting boots,
Big bulky round boots,
Crazy multicolored designed boots,
Crocidile boots,too.
Colored boots,
Plain boots,
Don’t forget the fun boots.
Last of all, best of all,
My boots.
CELLO
by Renee Alexander
Composing vivid memories of the past
Endowing prodigious reminiscences
Leaving a dazzling signature on my heart
Leniently agreeing to my musical needs
Orating delicate cacophonies during play
Composing vivid memories of the past
Endowing prodigious reminiscences
Leaving a dazzling signature on my heart
Leniently agreeing to my musical needs
Orating delicate cacophonies during play
Get a Life
By Douglas Bretford
You need to go to school,
And stop trying to be cool.
You will need a degree,
So do you agree?
You need a job
Because your house is a blob.
You need to go to church,
Because you got to do some research.
You better start thinking,
Because your life is shrinking.
So why are you trying to be cool
When you need to go to school?
You need to go to school,
And stop trying to be cool.
You will need a degree,
So do you agree?
You need a job
Because your house is a blob.
You need to go to church,
Because you got to do some research.
You better start thinking,
Because your life is shrinking.
So why are you trying to be cool
When you need to go to school?
Up at Bat
By: miranda jhonson
She puts on a helmet
Picks up a bat
Walks to the plate
“Gotta hit, and that’s that.”
Crowd starts to cheer
Games on the line
Last inning
Two outs
Score is nine to nine…..
She puts on a helmet
Picks up a bat
Walks to the plate
“Gotta hit, and that’s that.”
Crowd starts to cheer
Games on the line
Last inning
Two outs
Score is nine to nine…..
With Whispers and Snide
by: Brooke Miller
She can’t be seen,
She can’t be found,
People who were mean,
Never did come around.
She held her secrets,
They never knew the truth,
She tried to keep it,
But they figured her out.
The rumor spread,
Like butter on bread,
Killing her softly,
With whispers and snide.
People never did realize.
Later that year she died.
She can’t be seen,
She can’t be found,
People who were mean,
Never did come around.
She held her secrets,
They never knew the truth,
She tried to keep it,
But they figured her out.
The rumor spread,
Like butter on bread,
Killing her softly,
With whispers and snide.
People never did realize.
Later that year she died.
My Mother
by: Missy Virginia
I see the flashing red and blue lights through my bedroom window.
I hear the yells of my parents arguing about their marriage.
I smell the salty tears running down my face.
I feel the pressure of my mom’s hand for the last time.
I taste the grass as I kneel to the ground begging my mom to stay.
I see the flashing red and blue lights through my bedroom window.
I hear the yells of my parents arguing about their marriage.
I smell the salty tears running down my face.
I feel the pressure of my mom’s hand for the last time.
I taste the grass as I kneel to the ground begging my mom to stay.
The Sea of Snow
by: Jessica Collins
Swimming in the sea of snow
Never alike, nor do they want to be
Oh so amazing that the Earth can create such beauty
Wind whispers in my ear that winter is almost here
Flowers from fall die away but promise to be back someday
Lifeless but seem to be, their crystals fall and touch me
All day long they fall as I watch behind my house wall
Keeping secrets it seems as they look at me as I beam
Escape into wonder-filled snow not thunder
Shh! don’t ruin it as I look out the window with a candle lit
Swimming in the sea of snow
Never alike, nor do they want to be
Oh so amazing that the Earth can create such beauty
Wind whispers in my ear that winter is almost here
Flowers from fall die away but promise to be back someday
Lifeless but seem to be, their crystals fall and touch me
All day long they fall as I watch behind my house wall
Keeping secrets it seems as they look at me as I beam
Escape into wonder-filled snow not thunder
Shh! don’t ruin it as I look out the window with a candle lit
Wispy White Blanket
By: Raelynn Tucker
Sleek, soft, silent
Not describable
Overlapping each other layer by layer
Wispy white blanket
Following each other as a pack of wolves
Loud and vibrant
Ambient beauty
Keen and creative
Eye opening
Soundless
Sleek, soft, silent
Not describable
Overlapping each other layer by layer
Wispy white blanket
Following each other as a pack of wolves
Loud and vibrant
Ambient beauty
Keen and creative
Eye opening
Soundless
Seasons
by: Miranda
Before summer was over
Cars would race by and it would grab the attention
Of the whole neighborhood.
From all the way outside
You could inhale the aroma of the rich, juicy
Steaks on the grill.
After summer, autumn follows.
Across the yard,
The trees would slow dance with one another,
To the beat of the wind.
Throughout autumn,
You got more of those days,
Where all you want to do is lay in your comfy bed,
And drink some spicy yet sweet lemon tea.
Near the end of fall,
You can start to get the sensation of ghost whispers,
When you trail outside into the cool, fresh air.
Before summer was over
Cars would race by and it would grab the attention
Of the whole neighborhood.
From all the way outside
You could inhale the aroma of the rich, juicy
Steaks on the grill.
After summer, autumn follows.
Across the yard,
The trees would slow dance with one another,
To the beat of the wind.
Throughout autumn,
You got more of those days,
Where all you want to do is lay in your comfy bed,
And drink some spicy yet sweet lemon tea.
Near the end of fall,
You can start to get the sensation of ghost whispers,
When you trail outside into the cool, fresh air.
My Messiah
by: Raelynn Tucker
He came and demised
He sacrificed for you
And he died for me
Because he loved
He came down
From the pulchritudinous nature,
Where HE is praised at all times,
His only home
Going through angst-ridden pain,
Agony and suffering
ALL for love
ALL for us
The lashing of the whip,
The rusty metal weapons,
The gritty, inflamed cross
The smooth stones drowning in his gushing blood
The piercing thorn crown crushing his head
Like an anaconda squeezing its prey
Because he wanted us to live
Because he loves us.
He came and demised
He sacrificed for you
And he died for me
Because he loved
He came down
From the pulchritudinous nature,
Where HE is praised at all times,
His only home
Going through angst-ridden pain,
Agony and suffering
ALL for love
ALL for us
The lashing of the whip,
The rusty metal weapons,
The gritty, inflamed cross
The smooth stones drowning in his gushing blood
The piercing thorn crown crushing his head
Like an anaconda squeezing its prey
Because he wanted us to live
Because he loves us.
His Love For Us
By Missy Virginia
He made sacrifices for our sins,
He made us to love him,
He made us to look up to him,
All because he loves us,
Oh, how he loves us,
Drawn to redemption by the grace of his eyes.
The many slashes on his back he suffered,
All because he loves us.
He is my light,
He is my salvation,
He is the only one I sing for,
All because he loves us.
We worship him,
We say prayers to him,
All because we love him.
He made sacrifices for our sins,
He made us to love him,
He made us to look up to him,
All because he loves us,
Oh, how he loves us,
Drawn to redemption by the grace of his eyes.
The many slashes on his back he suffered,
All because he loves us.
He is my light,
He is my salvation,
He is the only one I sing for,
All because he loves us.
We worship him,
We say prayers to him,
All because we love him.
God
by: Your Girl
As I get down on my knees,
Leaning over my bed like it is the
Feet
Of
God.
I feel His presence,
His hand touches my shoulder
As I let out all my
Worries,
Troubles,
How my day went,
as if
He is my
Diary.
I thank Him as He grabs my hand
And lifts me off my knees.
Relieved.
Autumn
by: Montaqilla
As the leaves dance
Through the cool autumn breeze
Off the branches leaves
Leaves float and flutter to the ground
On my tongue - spiced pumpkin seeds
Hit my taste buds
Beyond the wind -
A faint whistle
From a blue jay
Around me, sunlight peeks
Through the trees
With summer ending
Autumn ushers in
The change of seasons
As the leaves dance
Through the cool autumn breeze
Off the branches leaves
Leaves float and flutter to the ground
On my tongue - spiced pumpkin seeds
Hit my taste buds
Beyond the wind -
A faint whistle
From a blue jay
Around me, sunlight peeks
Through the trees
With summer ending
Autumn ushers in
The change of seasons
Life Unraveled
By Rusty Shackleford
Unravel
is what your life does
once your family has been ripped apart
by the hands of fate.
it feels as if your soul is on fire
and your heart has been beaten to a pulp.
Question
everyone who tries to help you.
“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,”
say the people, but I grow weaker in fact.
I feel weaker and weaker with
each passing day.
Grow
so weak I can’t even stand.
drowning in a pool of tears
and sorrow. Trying to understand
why things turned out this way.
Wilt
slowly like a flower.
mouth dry, face numb, and no more
love left in my heart. I can’t
move, speak, or feel. It is hard to
believe this is now my life, angry
depressed, and all memories of happiness…
erased and to never be seen again.
Unravel
is what your life does
once your family has been ripped apart
by the hands of fate.
it feels as if your soul is on fire
and your heart has been beaten to a pulp.
Question
everyone who tries to help you.
“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,”
say the people, but I grow weaker in fact.
I feel weaker and weaker with
each passing day.
Grow
so weak I can’t even stand.
drowning in a pool of tears
and sorrow. Trying to understand
why things turned out this way.
Wilt
slowly like a flower.
mouth dry, face numb, and no more
love left in my heart. I can’t
move, speak, or feel. It is hard to
believe this is now my life, angry
depressed, and all memories of happiness…
erased and to never be seen again.
Loss
By Crystal Confetti
Death
The painful hurt
inside filling the
depths of your soul.
Sorrow
suffering through
the agonizing
torture of her
not being here.
Anxiety
stirring in your
mind, knowing
how long you
must wait
to encounter
her presence
once more
Heal
recovering from
the stinging
loss of her
who can
never be replaced.
Death
The painful hurt
inside filling the
depths of your soul.
Sorrow
suffering through
the agonizing
torture of her
not being here.
Anxiety
stirring in your
mind, knowing
how long you
must wait
to encounter
her presence
once more
Heal
recovering from
the stinging
loss of her
who can
never be replaced.
Depression . . .
by Rusty Shackleford
Is never hungry because
He is constantly feeding
On the souls of other people.
He whispers thoughts
Of hate and evil in your ear.
He belittles you and makes
You feel like a puddle of spit
Every chance he gets.
He forces you to do and say
Awful things to the ones you love
Just for his amusement.
No matter how tall, how small,
How rich, how poor you are….
Depression is next to you,
Holding your hand.
Is never hungry because
He is constantly feeding
On the souls of other people.
He whispers thoughts
Of hate and evil in your ear.
He belittles you and makes
You feel like a puddle of spit
Every chance he gets.
He forces you to do and say
Awful things to the ones you love
Just for his amusement.
No matter how tall, how small,
How rich, how poor you are….
Depression is next to you,
Holding your hand.
Autumn Joy
By: Mr. Me Write
In the glistening sun light,
golden brown leaves float by.
Past the forest of trees
birds sing softly in the cool morning breeze.
Above the tree tops
Birds fly by like jets.
Throughout the forest
freezing wind seeks me out
Upon the air
the fragrance of fresh evergreens
Fflls the fiery sky.
Before me a blanket of orange leaves
floats down covering the earth.
Around me the mountains of leaves
Rise higher each second.
Beneath me my feet start sprinting
And suddenly fill me with joy . . .
I dive in.
In the glistening sun light,
golden brown leaves float by.
Past the forest of trees
birds sing softly in the cool morning breeze.
Above the tree tops
Birds fly by like jets.
Throughout the forest
freezing wind seeks me out
Upon the air
the fragrance of fresh evergreens
Fflls the fiery sky.
Before me a blanket of orange leaves
floats down covering the earth.
Around me the mountains of leaves
Rise higher each second.
Beneath me my feet start sprinting
And suddenly fill me with joy . . .
I dive in.
Wandering Winter White
by: Brooke Miller
Shy, soft, snowflakes,
Nobody expecting their fall.
Out of the clouds and into the air,
Wandering in the cold, drifts becoming so bold.
Floating all the way down, they go without a frown.
Landing with the others, so proud they didn’t melt,
All feel the feeling that snowflakes have felt.
Keenly keeping their calm, for they know they’ll be gone,
Evermore.
Shy, soft, snowflakes,
Nobody expecting their fall.
Out of the clouds and into the air,
Wandering in the cold, drifts becoming so bold.
Floating all the way down, they go without a frown.
Landing with the others, so proud they didn’t melt,
All feel the feeling that snowflakes have felt.
Keenly keeping their calm, for they know they’ll be gone,
Evermore.
Dancing in the Dark
By: dahlia26
In her studio
The lights fall down
Until her only lumination
Is that of the moon
She raises the volume dial
The track set to play yet again
For the millionth rotation
She gathers her pose
Readies herself, presses “play”
And begins
Her silhouette dashes
Across the floor-length mirrors
In rapid reflections
Of dark blurs
Like a rushing river
She glides over the floor
Painting a picture with her toes
Pointed and twirling about the floor
She pauses, faltering in thought
The secret heavily weighing her down
She gathers her pose
Discards her insecurities
And begins
Most girls like to dance
Before a crowd, atop a stage
Boasting with fancy spins and dives
Practiced, rehearsed over and over
Designed to impress, rarely to express
But she is not like them
The spotlights - much too bright for her
The people -much too expecting
For her heart is her dancing
That is why when
She gathers her pose
It is no longer graceful and precise
But uncertain and clumsy
Dancing in the dark
Conceals the confusion
That spoiled her heart
Spoiled her dancing
Nothing can see her
Not the mirrors or the sun or herself
Just the darkness which
She’s been accustomed to
Which has been the only one
To witness her gathered pose
Only to collapse in exhaustion
Stumble to her feet
Stop, stop, stop
She presses “stop.”
In her studio
The lights fall down
Until her only lumination
Is that of the moon
She raises the volume dial
The track set to play yet again
For the millionth rotation
She gathers her pose
Readies herself, presses “play”
And begins
Her silhouette dashes
Across the floor-length mirrors
In rapid reflections
Of dark blurs
Like a rushing river
She glides over the floor
Painting a picture with her toes
Pointed and twirling about the floor
She pauses, faltering in thought
The secret heavily weighing her down
She gathers her pose
Discards her insecurities
And begins
Most girls like to dance
Before a crowd, atop a stage
Boasting with fancy spins and dives
Practiced, rehearsed over and over
Designed to impress, rarely to express
But she is not like them
The spotlights - much too bright for her
The people -much too expecting
For her heart is her dancing
That is why when
She gathers her pose
It is no longer graceful and precise
But uncertain and clumsy
Dancing in the dark
Conceals the confusion
That spoiled her heart
Spoiled her dancing
Nothing can see her
Not the mirrors or the sun or herself
Just the darkness which
She’s been accustomed to
Which has been the only one
To witness her gathered pose
Only to collapse in exhaustion
Stumble to her feet
Stop, stop, stop
She presses “stop.”
Snowflakes
By: Cordey Sonrisa
Silent, soft ice crystals, glimmering so bright,
Not making a sound, drifting in the night.
Out of the heavens, each one unique,
Winding down walkways, sitting in the street
Frosty tasteless cotton balls, fluffy and white,
Lakes lay frozen, shining in the light.
Across the horizon, the morning sun rises.
Kids leap from their beds, for under
Every tree:
Santa has been here: he’s left gifts for you and me!
Life
By: hollywood's son
I still think of my past troubles -
Troubles that keep the gauges in my head
Turning -
Turning so fast I can’t think of the future.
I can’t think of what I will do,
How I will do it or why,
But I know that the
Troubles in my life are
What keep my life so divine.
I still think of my past troubles -
Troubles that keep the gauges in my head
Turning -
Turning so fast I can’t think of the future.
I can’t think of what I will do,
How I will do it or why,
But I know that the
Troubles in my life are
What keep my life so divine.
Halloween Night
by: Raelynn Tucker
Witch Witch
Flying around the October sky
Laughing into the night
It’s definitely Halloween
Owls hooting in the trees below
As colorful leaves get carried away
From the whistling wind
It’s definitely Halloween
Bats flapping their long, black wings
Their red, beady eyes staring you down
Flying up to the full lit moon
It’s definitely Halloween
Kids in costumes excited and happy
Going door to door eager for their candy
Counting the treats wanting more and more
Its definitely Halloween
Witch Witch
Flying around the October sky
Laughing into the night
It’s definitely Halloween
Owls hooting in the trees below
As colorful leaves get carried away
From the whistling wind
It’s definitely Halloween
Bats flapping their long, black wings
Their red, beady eyes staring you down
Flying up to the full lit moon
It’s definitely Halloween
Kids in costumes excited and happy
Going door to door eager for their candy
Counting the treats wanting more and more
Its definitely Halloween
