Tuesday, May 31, 2011
The Dark Blue Sky by Freddy Lopez
The dark blue sky
is reflecting slowly
towards a vision
a dark vision
that could pull you right in
in it
you can see the shadows
you can see the light
and it makes you wonder
how beautiful the dark blue sky is
Oceans of Nature by Andrew Villagomez
So many days
come and go like ocean waves
Very high up
you can notice leaves brewing
Wind comes from different directions
as if it's dancing with you
I can hear the ocean
in a million shells washed up
on the shore
The sun so bright
guides my eyes to walk
The wind blows
by my ears singing away
The sand of nature
is so real and pure
filled with mystery
and wonder
The Rain by Tiarah Frazier
The rain is like a million drops of tears
The sounding of the pit or patter
Makes me wonder what they're
trying to say.
Every drop has its own rhythm
and every other drop has its own sense of smell.
Sometimes it forces kids to hide
in warm places.
Other times it allows the kids to
come out and play
at the end of it all it greets us with
a beautiful rainbow.
The sounding of the pit or patter
Makes me wonder what they're
trying to say.
Every drop has its own rhythm
and every other drop has its own sense of smell.
Sometimes it forces kids to hide
in warm places.
Other times it allows the kids to
come out and play
at the end of it all it greets us with
a beautiful rainbow.
Nature by Brandon Carvalho
Camping in the forest
Brings out the best of Nature
I cook above the fire
The smell fills the air
A mix of cooked meat and sweet pine
a slow dust flows by
The sunset illuminates the world in a color of orange
The clouds are parted enough to see the wheel
in the sky set.
The world closes its eyes for a moment
and the light disappears
One can find himself at peace in Nature
Euphemistic Writing by Carrie Kimble
As my parents arrived at our house, I immediately knew they would jump to conclusions right when they walked in the door. To avoid confrontation between my parents, sister and I, I had to get myself collected to make a calm explanation.
Hey Mom! Hey Dad! Don't freak out. I can explain everything in complete reason and detail. What really happened was that my dear sister, Lily, and I were watching Captain Kangaroo, and I had to change the channel because even though it's a rated parental guidance T.V. show, the main character, who kids look up to, was smoking a cigarette. I didn't want Lily watching a bad example, and I certainly didn't want her to think smoking was right. It would be terrible if she started lighting up with a group of kids who smoke every Thursday in the back alley of school. To refrain from all those possible mishaps, I took the liberty of turning the channel to protect my little sister, whom I can't get enough of. Although when I was trying to proceed with the good deed, I couldn't seem to find the remote anywhere in sight. So as my last resort in protecting my sister's innocence, I found a handy pillow that would work great in shielding her eyes. As I put the pillow in front of her vision, a couple of feathers from the pillow escaped and tickled her nose, causing her to release a big, loud sneeze. It was such a big sneeze that she nearly jumped out of her chair, accidentally kicking one of her soccer cleats off. After saying, "Bless you!" to her, I grabbed a tissue for her. In my act of reaching for the tissue on the T.V. stand, she sneezed again and bumped right on top of me. As we both fell onto the floor, everything shook. We slowly watched the lamp become lopsided and unbalanced. I tried to take a steady hold of the lamp, but my attempt in so doing failed. Because of my failure, the T.V. screen is now shattered, thanks to the lamp I tried to catch.
The irony in this is that now Lily actually can't watch that corrupt T.V. show anymore.
Hey Mom! Hey Dad! Don't freak out. I can explain everything in complete reason and detail. What really happened was that my dear sister, Lily, and I were watching Captain Kangaroo, and I had to change the channel because even though it's a rated parental guidance T.V. show, the main character, who kids look up to, was smoking a cigarette. I didn't want Lily watching a bad example, and I certainly didn't want her to think smoking was right. It would be terrible if she started lighting up with a group of kids who smoke every Thursday in the back alley of school. To refrain from all those possible mishaps, I took the liberty of turning the channel to protect my little sister, whom I can't get enough of. Although when I was trying to proceed with the good deed, I couldn't seem to find the remote anywhere in sight. So as my last resort in protecting my sister's innocence, I found a handy pillow that would work great in shielding her eyes. As I put the pillow in front of her vision, a couple of feathers from the pillow escaped and tickled her nose, causing her to release a big, loud sneeze. It was such a big sneeze that she nearly jumped out of her chair, accidentally kicking one of her soccer cleats off. After saying, "Bless you!" to her, I grabbed a tissue for her. In my act of reaching for the tissue on the T.V. stand, she sneezed again and bumped right on top of me. As we both fell onto the floor, everything shook. We slowly watched the lamp become lopsided and unbalanced. I tried to take a steady hold of the lamp, but my attempt in so doing failed. Because of my failure, the T.V. screen is now shattered, thanks to the lamp I tried to catch.
The irony in this is that now Lily actually can't watch that corrupt T.V. show anymore.
Emotions by Alexander Henry
LOVE is pointless.
Because to me,
It is something you choose to be.
HATE is brought on by actions.
You never know when it's going to happen.
SADNESS you can only cause for yourself.
and it is really bad for your health.
HAPPINESS chemically happens in the brain.
ANGER happens,
The exact same way!
So why do all these emotions,
make us human?????
Because to me,
It is something you choose to be.
HATE is brought on by actions.
You never know when it's going to happen.
SADNESS you can only cause for yourself.
and it is really bad for your health.
HAPPINESS chemically happens in the brain.
ANGER happens,
The exact same way!
So why do all these emotions,
make us human?????
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Him and Her written by myself
I look upon the crowd of people and
I see him and her
They, like the meaning, together as one
Whenever I see him, he is always with her
Something deep inside me loves him
Without thinking, I wish I was her
Herself, as in with him
I as in her and she as in me
But sadly, I'm just I,
The best me I can be
-Raquel O
-Vanessa P
I see him and her
They, like the meaning, together as one
Whenever I see him, he is always with her
Something deep inside me loves him
Without thinking, I wish I was her
Herself, as in with him
I as in her and she as in me
But sadly, I'm just I,
The best me I can be
-Raquel O
-Vanessa P
Nature by Misael Robles
out in the ocean
there's something floating out there.
there's so much of it, that it's like oranges
on a tree just waiting to be picked.
but no one will do the honors of harvesting it
they think it is too much to be picked
but someone has to start in order
to get the chain going,
so until then,
I guess we'll just be waiting out here,
hopeless, and ready to get help!!!
there's something floating out there.
there's so much of it, that it's like oranges
on a tree just waiting to be picked.
but no one will do the honors of harvesting it
they think it is too much to be picked
but someone has to start in order
to get the chain going,
so until then,
I guess we'll just be waiting out here,
hopeless, and ready to get help!!!
The Tri-Color by Ashley Hernandez
Bloody streets,
Bloody lies
That's what paints our streets today...
My old region
A region which was always full of happiness...
or so it seemed
That happiness is swiftly turning into
bloody sadness
Will anybody ever be able to stop this?
It is a revolution once again!
But this "revolution," itself,
has got to die.
Bloody lies
That's what paints our streets today...
My old region
A region which was always full of happiness...
or so it seemed
That happiness is swiftly turning into
bloody sadness
Will anybody ever be able to stop this?
It is a revolution once again!
But this "revolution," itself,
has got to die.
Walls by Ferris McIntyre
Walls
Huge lumbering walls all around me
Not letting anyone see the real me
Walls
Hiding
My feelings put away behind my face
Keeping me blocked from everyone always
Hiding
Faking
Showing people what they want to see
Just so they will stop bothering me
Faking
Blocking
Keeping my memories locked away
Deep down inside me in some dark place
Blocking
Walls
My walls protect yet keep me captive
I'm always separate from everyone no matter what
The problem is I don't know if I can ever let my walls come down
Walls
Huge lumbering walls all around me
Not letting anyone see the real me
Walls
Hiding
My feelings put away behind my face
Keeping me blocked from everyone always
Hiding
Faking
Showing people what they want to see
Just so they will stop bothering me
Faking
Blocking
Keeping my memories locked away
Deep down inside me in some dark place
Blocking
Walls
My walls protect yet keep me captive
I'm always separate from everyone no matter what
The problem is I don't know if I can ever let my walls come down
Walls
SOMEONE by Alexander Henry
It is a person I am really starting to care about,
Also someone I would turn my back on
without a doubt.
Someone I have been trying to find,
But I really could never seem
to find the time.
That someone I can almost see,
the fog that was hiding reality.
This person I have always feared,
Is the person deep inside the person
I look at in the mirror.
Also someone I would turn my back on
without a doubt.
Someone I have been trying to find,
But I really could never seem
to find the time.
That someone I can almost see,
the fog that was hiding reality.
This person I have always feared,
Is the person deep inside the person
I look at in the mirror.
Forsaken A Halloween Story by Justice Burg
In my time amongst the living, I was a famed alchemist. I was quite successful. My wife, daughter and I lived extravagantly in Gilneas. We were, back then, a happy family.
My wife and I met nineteen years prior to the invasion of Lorderon, I was a small-time potion brewer. Iliana came to my shop one day, requesting a love potion.
I chuckled. "Got your eye on a lucky man?" I inquired, looking through my shelves pulling a vial full of sky-blue liquid. With it was a scroll with the instructions.
"Actually," she flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder. Her voice had a twang to it. Perhaps she was from Stratholme. "There is a married man who has been flirting with me. I hope he'll leave me if he sees me with a love potion," she said shyly. This made my grin bigger.
"Well, if you're not using it, then you can't pay for my services, can you?" I said. After a moment she understood.
"No, I couldn't-" she began to take out her coin purse, but I stopped her.
"I think you could," I said gently. We locked eyes for a moment, and a seed was planted in our minds-a seed that would grow and grow, sprouting a tree of love.
And that tree bore the fruit that is Danielle, our daughter.
Ten years after that, my dear Iliana fell sick with an unknown illness. I ceased my business temporarily, devoting all my willpower to creating a cure.
My work was ...unsuccessful.
At the tender age of ten, Danielle grew to hate me, for not being able to save her mother. She never forgave me.
Eight more years passed. I restarted my alchemy. On her eighteenth birthday, Danielle moved away. Still in Gilneas, but far from me; I was heartbroken.
I decided to start my life anew. I moved, alone, to the human capital of Lorderon. My work there was fantastic, but I was never happy. Never content, my life seemed a streak of gray.
Then, a year later, the Forsaken attacked. Under the command of Lady Sylvanas, the undead ravaged the city, releasing barrels of their plague, killing millions...Lorderon had fallen, and I with it.
It amuses me how I came to Lorderon to find a new life...and new life, I had indeed found!
Sylvanas' army revived me as one of them. They reveled in my alchemy prowess. I found and corrected errors in their plagues with ease. I became Lady Sylvanas' right-hand man. And eventually, she began to see me as something more. I could see it in the way she looked at me, spoke to me. She had fallen for me, and it confused her.
And perhaps I, too, felt something stirring in my cold, unbeating heart.
The Forsaken were unstoppable. But, we required a port city to expand our plague. We turned to the City of Gilneas, which had built the Graymane Wall, an enormous barricade to protect them from the undead. It would do nicely.
We laid siege to the Wall. Months passed. We met resistance, but as with everything, the Graymane Wall fell.
Forsaken forces stormed in. Once the Gilnean military fell, I entered, carrying with me vials containing the perfected plague. I went house to house, shattering the vials at the feet of the cowering Gilneans. Some begged. Some cried. I felt nothing.
On the third day of pillaging, I entered the last house on the block. It seemed empty. I patrolled the rooms, checking. A framed picture caught my eye. It showed a family of three: the parents and a young boy no older than five. But the mother...that face...?
"No...," I whispered. I heard an uncomfortable 'ahem' from behind me. I turned to Sylvanas.
"What is the delay, High Alchemist Burgess?" she asked, giving me her red-eyed look.
"Nothing, Dark Lady. This house seems-" I was interrupted by an infant cry from the basement, but it was quickly hushed. Lady Sylvanas nodded her head to the basement door.
I trotted down the steps, now hearing the whimpers of a small boy.
I reached the bottom of the stairs. Huddling in the corner, staring at me, was the family from the photograph. But it now included a very young child, less than a year old.
I pulled a plague vial from my belt, and moved to throw it. But the mother locked eyes with me, and I froze.
That face again. It had to be.
"Danielle," I murmured, and she froze.
"H-how do you know my name, monster?" she asked, drawing her kids into a tighter hug. I remained silent. I could not do this.
In an instant, my mind cleared. I reached revelation. Yes, I could do this. I am Forsaken. I feel nothing.
I raised the vial.
I feel nothing for the living.
It shattered on the floor as I went up the stairs.
The basement below became silent. I should feel remorse, but I don't.
And I.
Don't.
Care.
I left the building slowly, with no emotion. Sylvanas put a hand on my shoulder.
"Congratulations...You passed your final test," she said softly, "you are Forsaken."
My wife and I met nineteen years prior to the invasion of Lorderon, I was a small-time potion brewer. Iliana came to my shop one day, requesting a love potion.
I chuckled. "Got your eye on a lucky man?" I inquired, looking through my shelves pulling a vial full of sky-blue liquid. With it was a scroll with the instructions.
"Actually," she flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder. Her voice had a twang to it. Perhaps she was from Stratholme. "There is a married man who has been flirting with me. I hope he'll leave me if he sees me with a love potion," she said shyly. This made my grin bigger.
"Well, if you're not using it, then you can't pay for my services, can you?" I said. After a moment she understood.
"No, I couldn't-" she began to take out her coin purse, but I stopped her.
"I think you could," I said gently. We locked eyes for a moment, and a seed was planted in our minds-a seed that would grow and grow, sprouting a tree of love.
And that tree bore the fruit that is Danielle, our daughter.
Ten years after that, my dear Iliana fell sick with an unknown illness. I ceased my business temporarily, devoting all my willpower to creating a cure.
My work was ...unsuccessful.
At the tender age of ten, Danielle grew to hate me, for not being able to save her mother. She never forgave me.
Eight more years passed. I restarted my alchemy. On her eighteenth birthday, Danielle moved away. Still in Gilneas, but far from me; I was heartbroken.
I decided to start my life anew. I moved, alone, to the human capital of Lorderon. My work there was fantastic, but I was never happy. Never content, my life seemed a streak of gray.
Then, a year later, the Forsaken attacked. Under the command of Lady Sylvanas, the undead ravaged the city, releasing barrels of their plague, killing millions...Lorderon had fallen, and I with it.
It amuses me how I came to Lorderon to find a new life...and new life, I had indeed found!
Sylvanas' army revived me as one of them. They reveled in my alchemy prowess. I found and corrected errors in their plagues with ease. I became Lady Sylvanas' right-hand man. And eventually, she began to see me as something more. I could see it in the way she looked at me, spoke to me. She had fallen for me, and it confused her.
And perhaps I, too, felt something stirring in my cold, unbeating heart.
The Forsaken were unstoppable. But, we required a port city to expand our plague. We turned to the City of Gilneas, which had built the Graymane Wall, an enormous barricade to protect them from the undead. It would do nicely.
We laid siege to the Wall. Months passed. We met resistance, but as with everything, the Graymane Wall fell.
Forsaken forces stormed in. Once the Gilnean military fell, I entered, carrying with me vials containing the perfected plague. I went house to house, shattering the vials at the feet of the cowering Gilneans. Some begged. Some cried. I felt nothing.
On the third day of pillaging, I entered the last house on the block. It seemed empty. I patrolled the rooms, checking. A framed picture caught my eye. It showed a family of three: the parents and a young boy no older than five. But the mother...that face...?
"No...," I whispered. I heard an uncomfortable 'ahem' from behind me. I turned to Sylvanas.
"What is the delay, High Alchemist Burgess?" she asked, giving me her red-eyed look.
"Nothing, Dark Lady. This house seems-" I was interrupted by an infant cry from the basement, but it was quickly hushed. Lady Sylvanas nodded her head to the basement door.
I trotted down the steps, now hearing the whimpers of a small boy.
I reached the bottom of the stairs. Huddling in the corner, staring at me, was the family from the photograph. But it now included a very young child, less than a year old.
I pulled a plague vial from my belt, and moved to throw it. But the mother locked eyes with me, and I froze.
That face again. It had to be.
"Danielle," I murmured, and she froze.
"H-how do you know my name, monster?" she asked, drawing her kids into a tighter hug. I remained silent. I could not do this.
In an instant, my mind cleared. I reached revelation. Yes, I could do this. I am Forsaken. I feel nothing.
I raised the vial.
I feel nothing for the living.
It shattered on the floor as I went up the stairs.
The basement below became silent. I should feel remorse, but I don't.
And I.
Don't.
Care.
I left the building slowly, with no emotion. Sylvanas put a hand on my shoulder.
"Congratulations...You passed your final test," she said softly, "you are Forsaken."
Running by Ferris McIntyre
Running, always running
Running from the face that no one can see
Running from the one inside of me
Running, always running
Looking back over my shoulder
Looking to see the new found boulder
Looking, always looking
Fighting the way that people see me
Fighting for the image that will never be me
Fighting, always fighting
Yelling for things to be how they were
Yelling for the ones I love to be sure
Yelling, always yelling
Running, always running
Running from the one thing I cannot escape for
Running from one's own mind is an impossible fate
Running, always running...
Nature's Song by Zavier To
I can hear nature singing,
singing a song of happy being
It's the time to relax your body,
enjoy the joy of life living.
The grasses are dancing with the wind;
it's the best dance I've ever seen.
Warm sun in the cold wintertime,
all I feel is just fine.
I really want to take a nap;
the sweetest nap that I've ever had.
And this song is going to play again,
this peaceful rhythm will never end.
My Little Flower by Albert Rodriguez
The many petals on a summer's day.
The wind makes the long green line sway.
One day, maybe one day.
It will fly away.
Land in another place, and see it another day.
Hopefully it doesn't land in the bay.
I'm wishing it will find a way.
I will that little flower that I used to see everyday.
But everything changes for a reason ay?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Faded Rain by Isabel Soto
The pouring rain falls swiftly
down the skies into the street
like the liquid flowing down my cheeks,
the raindrops are the
tears of the morning clouds
growing darker by the second,
It continues pouring
touching everything in its path.
It resucitates the memories
time faded,
and comforts the weeping soul.
It plants comfort on every broken heart.
The Roaring Thunder joins the rain,
as the wind wails for
My loss
The sun is no longer there,
for the clouds have taken over,
The only light I seem to see
are the lightning's bolting rays.
But after awhile,
just like everything else
the rain comes to an end.
The rainfall ceases
The thunderstorm drifts away
The harsh winds turn into a caressing breeze,
and the sun reappears in my view
It kisses my skin,
dries my tears and warms my soul
The rain is no more
The (ever so grim) Story of the (ever so) Dead Town by Alex Pezzetti
Part 1 Spiraling Down
A long time ago there was a town
A Town where the dead had resided
A town that was slowly sent spiraling hell bound
A hell to which the dead had confined
This is the story of that dirty old town
And how their whole world went spiraling down
Part 2 Dead
With the sun setting red
The town went to bed
But down in the valley
The dead slowly rally
They rise from their dusty old graves
And walk the path through their caves
Through the caves to the town
Because the dead want the town to go down
Their armor clicks and clatters on parade
Their faces cold and black like a masquerade
As the dead march near
The living start to fear
The church bells ring
But only death starts to sing
With blood stained armor
They attack this town of poor old farmers
The militia they fire
Only to see that their situation is now dire
So again they fire
Only to tire
The dead they march
Never getting parched
And now they reach that dirty old town
That dirty old town on that dusty old hill
Part 3 The Old Town
Clad in Black
They march back
Back to that dirty old town
The town where the cannons now pound
They pound the ranks of the dead
But they will never be stained red
As the living's guns start to sing
They hit the dead and only ping
With the sky so very red
The living start to look so very Dead
Part 4 Won
The sky so very bleak and black
This is the story of the ones that came back
Back to that dusty old town
The town that was hell bound
But these are the ones that said they were done
But over their shoulder was a gun
"They fought and fell for our great king.
Now they're back for another game.
But we will hold the line; now fire you dogs, fire."
Screamed the sergeant over his men
and into the bleak, black night
Now it is dawn
And most of his men are gone
But they won that dusty old town
Only to bring it back earth bound
The streets now littered with their very own dead
But they plan to honor them with their very own bed
A bed to sleep their sleep of eternal slumber
And leave that dusty old town
Now the one that wears the crown
Tells the story to the children of the town
To keep the story alive and well
So they never forget
What happened to that dusty old town
The Night Life by Annissa County
As the sun sets
the days of my life pass
As I sit there
I watch the paintbrush in the sky
As it swirls pinks and purples
It seems that the world is so peaceful
As the moon rolls and the stars rise
my life becomes still and silent
I feel like I have become one
with my surroundings
I am happy again
The world has come to rest
and so must I....
Decide by Ferris McIntyre
I hate to decide
That is no lie
For when you decide your future is made
And you can never go back to what has already been laid
It is a scary place
The future I mean
So full of surprises and unknown things
But we can never stop time
Or it's fast pace
Though we are foolish...on with the race
The race to stop time, no matter how foolish that may be
Yet here we are running from destiny
Now the time has come
The time to decide
What shall I do?
No place to hide
Well here I go
No matter how scared I may be
Time has caught up
I have to decide how I will be
That is no lie
For when you decide your future is made
And you can never go back to what has already been laid
It is a scary place
The future I mean
So full of surprises and unknown things
But we can never stop time
Or it's fast pace
Though we are foolish...on with the race
The race to stop time, no matter how foolish that may be
Yet here we are running from destiny
Now the time has come
The time to decide
What shall I do?
No place to hide
Well here I go
No matter how scared I may be
Time has caught up
I have to decide how I will be
Flower by Breanna Lewis
My life is like a flower
At the beginning I am a seed
As the days pass, I become strong
and begin to grow
As the years go by
I become
tall and unique
I am as individual as a flower
One of a kind
I am beautiful
I am unique
I am a flower
At the beginning I am a seed
As the days pass, I become strong
and begin to grow
As the years go by
I become
tall and unique
I am as individual as a flower
One of a kind
I am beautiful
I am unique
I am a flower
Mother Nature by Carrie Kimble
In the midst of being surrounded by nature
My mind becomes focused on the beauty of the world
I observe what makes this world a magnificent place
Sometimes we become distracted and stop appreciating
the beauty of the world
But being here in a place of just nature,
I start to become
one with nature
I start to remember what I have missed
Taken advantage of,
It welcomes me back
into it's beauty
regardless of the past
These things I am experiencing with nature
are so valuable
I start to remember what my purpose is
as I am pulled into the reminiscing
mother nature
I now feel one with nature again,
I never want to fall away again
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