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Poetry Box #5, 2011 - 2012
Home
By Rowan Hoffman
January 25, 2012
Finally he is home
the sky moans of grey
The house has been hushed silent with his absence
He’s been gone two years which to me is forever
They took him away from me
He said it was his Choice
I don’t believe him
I love him too much
I was nOthing without him
A crumpled up piece of paper taking up space in this world in which I do not belong
A busy road so I wait for him on my porch
He gets oUt of the mud caked SUV
The excitement, I know I must contain my self. I feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks
He’s weaRing the same military uniform like 10,000 other men and women Whose families have been aching the same as mine
I wait
And wait, my heart is about to explode with anxiety
He takes too long he always does
So I go to meet him each foot step I take with caution fearing that if I trip I will lose him again
My palms are sweaty
I jam them in my pockets with all my other emotions
I’m almost to him
At the chalk filled side walk
On the lifeless grAss
to the edge of the pot holed road
When it happens
It was so fast the wind had an odor of pain
18 wheels of death taking his life away
No taking my life away
I’ve been waiting for him
And he does this to me
Just leaves me again
No this was their fault not his
But he is still there
On the Ground collapsed
Dead?
I don’t know
Do I call for hElp
I call, no words come out of my mouth.
But I must help him, my actions will determine if I have a dad or not
If I have a life or not
He helped me
So I will do the same
because I have Courage
Poetry Box #4, 2011 - 2012
Never
by Katie McClanan
January 24, 2012
Slam
The wooden door crashes against the cracking
white frame
Another day in a school I don’t want to be in
With kids and teachers that hate my guts
And there are less F’s at the Fast Food Festival than on my last report card
Light
Blaze
Scorch
A herd of flames lunge at my face
Without warning
a dragon with a tongue of burning blades,
waking from a deathly slumber
Fall back with a painful crash
onto my uniform plaid skirt
Another aspect of Meadow Grove Middle School that I utterly despise
The flames grow bigger at my already destroyed doorstep
Like a crowd of people,
All prepared to tear me to shreds
not so different from my actual life
It hits me
Charlotte
My little sister
the only thing that means anything in my trash I call my life
The only person that I could ever trust
not to be gone when I come home
Need courage
I get up and plow into the wall of heat
explosive crimson
then white
Blank
Feel myself hit the ground
Tuck my head in my soiled collared shirt
dragging my self across the floor to the phone
See a blurred corpse about a meter ahead
“Charlotte! Charlotte!”
I scream with every last bit of soul I have left in my body
It looks like the well has run dry
Nothing but the sound of flames flickering in my face
As if to flaunt my unbearable pain
and heart ache
I see my own charred bangs, once golden,
now the color of the night my father left
Slamming into the leg of a table
I grasp the phone but
I’ve lost all feeling
the phone crashes to the floor
I grab Charlottes arm and drag her across the blistering floor
I look down to see the face of an innocent girl layered with soot
take two fingers and press them against her neck to check for pulse
nothing
Wrist
NOTHING
"Stay with me!
Don’t let go
Please!"
How can anything so sweet be gone in an instant?
It should have been me
should have been me
have been me
been me
me
me
Collapse
That’s all I can do
I did my best
Not
Good
Enough
people have been telling me that my entire life
They
Were
Right
I will never be good enough
Never
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Poetry Box #3, 2011 - 2012
Deserted
by Tara Zic
November 15, 2011
He didn't come
He never will
He'll forget me
If he hasn't already
I'm done for
My lungs wheeze
From streaming tears
A flowing waterfall
Never at ease
Sheer pain
I feel deserted
Like nothing
Helpless
Homeless
Where’s my bloody helper?
Thought I was special
A hero
On a journey
No
The circle’s incomplete
Power gone
Everything
An empty hole
A ditch
And I've fallen in
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Poetry Box #2, 2011 - 2012
Go
by Leslie Stiff Arm
November 8, 2011
I had found him,
in a deserted clearing,
I thought I had the boy,
until I heard a rustle in
the shrubs
I suddenly started sprinting to
him,
the hated runaway,
Seventy Feet,
my head is clear,
Sixty,
I'm beginning to doubt,
Fifty,
I heard him scream,
Forty,
I saw it,
A dark figure gaining,
Thirty,
I’ve got to help,
and fast,
Twenty,
I killed it,
Just like that,
Ten,
I got to you,
Zero,
there’s more,
we need to
Go
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Poetry Box #1, 2011 - 2012
Untitled
by Morgan Bartlett
October 10, 2011
I see them prancing
Through the meadow
Free animals.
Live while you can.
They are coming.
They are coming for you.
For joy.
For cruelty.
But not for hope.
A nightmare is happening.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm asleep but cannot wake up
What's happening to me?
The world’s turning upside down.
Help me.
I'm trapped.
I'm done.
It's over.
Mother is dead.
Father at war.
Brother is hiding.
I'm alone, under the sheets of my cold bed.
It feels like winter, but worse.
I'm losing my mind.
I’m a bomb about to go off.
But not yet.
I walk outside my house carefully
Quiet as a mouse.
I find red ink on the ground.
I hope it's not what I think it is.
I scoop it up into my hand.
Having a good amount.
I hear footsteps.
They saw me.
They heard me.
They think I'm the enemy.
I run as fast as I can with the ink still in my hand.
I come to a dead end.
This is it.
I'm done for.
I slowly write on the concrete wall.
I hear more footsteps, weapons.
I finish my word, rubbing the ink on both my hands.
Then slap near the word to make prints.
I fall.
Sliding my hand on the wall.
As I see my last look of the world.
I read.
HELP
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Poetry Box #14, 2010 - 2011
Stand
by Annie Heath
May 24, 2011
She was out
Then in
He was at the top
Now bottom
She was scared
He was too
She left
He stayed
She cried
He yelled
She screamed
Into her pillow
He just punched
His own
She was confused
He was puzzled
Nothing made sense
Yet everything did
She questioned
He lied
She answered
Herself
He queried
His lies
She smiled
And the people
She couldn’t see
Before
Came evident
He laughed
At his friends
Now visible
Neither was alone
Anymore
They now know
Where they stand
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Poetry Box #13, 2010 - 2011
In Remembrance
by Athena Erickson
May 12, 2011
They say she’s home
That her journey has ended
But she has changed
Drastically
She doesn’t laugh
Or tell jokes
Like she used to
No
Now she sits around
Moping
In remembrance
Of the things
She has done
Some say she saved us
I say she destroyed herself
Saving us
I try to talk to her
But she turns away
She has built a barrier
Surrounding herself
Forbidding anyone to enter
Like she’s not even here
People say she’s home
That the time of sorrow is over
I say she’s gone
That when she came back
She didn’t come home
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Poetry Box #12, 2010 - 2011
Spring
by Anna Bishop
April 25, 2011
I sit on the porch
With a bee on my leg.
You would have flicked it away;
I didn’t.
I run in the field,
Cosmos brushing against my knees.
You would have scratched;
I wouldn’t.
If you think joy is in money,
It isn’t.
Or happiness comes in boxes,
It doesn’t.
Joy is a gift,
But it’s free,
No price tags.
Sometimes people don’t realize
That what they are looking for
is right in front of them;
Right in front of you.
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Poetry Box #11, 2010 - 2011
Greg the Egg: A Clerihew
by Sage Yamamoto
April 19, 2011
There once was a egg,
who's name was Greg.
He fell out of his tree,
and said, "I'm free, I'm free!"
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Poetry Box #10, 2010 - 2011
All Because of You
by Maria Chang
March 11, 2011
You are the winner
reigning over me
with eyes like knives
piercing through
my heart.
I remember
those days,
you and I
skipping
laughing
teasing each other
running down
this exact same road.
Back then
when I saw you
I saw happiness
enough to light up
an entire town.
The sparkles in your eyes,
as bright
as the summer sun.
When I look at you now,
I see fire
the scratches
on your heart
the ones
that will never
mend.
Now all we have
are some splinters
along the sidewalk
leaving trails
of blood
all shed
because of
you.
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Poetry Box #9, 2010 - 2011
I Want To Change
by Annika Le
March 4, 2011
Did it ever occur
to you
that I don’t want to be
this.
Loud
Energetic
Dumb
Confident
I’ve asked you
and you’ve told me
that I can change
my own status
on my own
But you don’t realize that
I can’t
It’s not that easy
to forget
all the laughs
I got
and the smiles
the memories
But maybe
I want to be
For once
smart
respectful
perfect
The one who
doesn’t smile
when faults happen
And did it ever occur
to you
that I’m stuck
this way
forever
because
I can’t change.
You
and everybody else
won’t let me
change
Did it ever occur
to you
that you are the one
who makes me feel
like I’d be better off
dead
No
It never occurred
to you
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Poetry Box #8, 2010 - 2011
No Reward
by Gus Edelen-O’Brien
February 24, 2011
I walk down from the alter
my sword bloody with light
I disposed of the king
my dagger proves the rumor to be true,
and restored peace to a land in woe
Sounds heroic doesn't it?
Like everything is now so gleeful
What about the people lying dead in the streets?
Killed by my order, do you expect me
to look at them and say, like a tyrant at his fallen soldiers
“They were killed for the greater good”?
My thoughts appear before me, in the shape of a dog.
It goes over to one of the bodies,
its owner
and huddles against him.
He cries with the sound of a seal,
sinking in the ice of despair.
No one bothers to comfort the heart broken animal.
They’re all too busy celebrating
my triumph over the Ruler.
How about the soldiers sprawled in the roads
to me
they are the ones
who deserve the feast.
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Poetry Box #7, 2010 - 2011
Jumping Shallow Streams
by Robin Attey
February 15, 2011
I’m not just like you
I’m okay with that
I might not have all that you do
But that doesn’t mean I am trash
I am not perfect
No one really is
Even though I am not the best
At everything, I can have bliss
You can show off your
Money all you want
I’ll sit by the sparkling shore
I don’t care how much you might taunt
I have something that
You will never know
It’s not fancy clothes or a hat
It’s inside; it just goes to show
You can play around
With your pristine hair
Straight and parted, without a doubt
Amazing; too bad no one cares
Your clothes looking like
They’re new everyday
Your three foot heels, great for a hike
And your magazine ready face
The fiery sun beams
On your flawless face
As you walk, you flow like a stream
Forever in a shallow state
I’m not defined by
My glitter and glam
It’s about how I live my life
Just letting you know that I am
Perfectly happy
With the plain old me
Because that’s all I’ll ever be
I am special, just wait and see
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Poetry Box #6, 2010 - 2011
The Reef
by Liam Wynne
February 2, 2011
A bright coral dances to the beat of the tide
Spreading its feather like appendages with pride
A school of parrotfish swims by its side
Letting the current be its guide.
A sharp-toothed barracuda swims past
From the great blue ocean that is so vast
The school of fish moves away fast
Desperately trying to outlast.
A crab scuttles along the ocean floor
Trying not to be tempting octopus lore
On a rock two anemones wage a territorial war
Each one firing stinging cells that cause gore.
There is an eel that lurks beneath the coral
Which seems so deceivingly floral
He tries to avoid any quarrel
For that is his never-ending moral.
Every thing is in perfect sync
From the shrimp that are so pink
To the jellyfish that rise and sink
As night starts to cross day’s brink.
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Poetry Box #5, 2010 - 2011
Second Place
by Annika Le
January 11, 2011
It‘s hard to be in second place
You’re so close but not close enough
You always want to win the race
But the winners become so tough
You want to say you won it all
No one gets why you didn’t win
But sometimes we just sadly fall
While winners smirk with a big grin
Don’t they get that we aren’t perfect?
We’re not like them with shining pride
The blue ribbons we won’t collect
We sometimes just want to go hide
If you don’t win, you’ll make big strife
You slice into me like a knife
Your victory makes my loss rife
Second not first, that is my life
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