Some Poetry...
Some Poetry...
here's
some poetry that I've entitled myself to let you see; anyways, if you care to submit
your own poetry so that it may possibly show up here, email me via the mailbox to the
right. If you are someone who is personally known, please also include the author's
age at time of writing (especially if a student). I will not have all the poems up
at once, but they will be circulating. For those of you that do submit a piece of
your work, I will notify you of its publication. And a gratitious THANKS to all of
you who have already submitted something. Now, here we go...
INDEX of poems
Between the raindrops
NO...!
Sit
Tight Little Star Girl
A
World Of Injustice
Yeah...
Slidewhistle
Unrequited
Death
Runaway
Losing You
Is Love a
Game?
Real Love Is Forever (from The Crow)
Between the raindrops
Sometimes I find myself floating between the raindrops
It is a place where everything is calm and no one can hear me
But I can hear you
I hear everything that you think,
I feel everything that you feel
But why hasn't it rained?
It has been such a long time
Open up your thoughts and you will feel yourself with me,
floating between the raindrops.
written by Amy Skunda
NO...!
It started out slow.
How could you possibly have known what was in store?
You thought you knew him.
You thought he was your friend.
From time to time, when you were lonely,
you'd spend some time with him.
Just friends...
Until that day
you couldn't see how much he wanted you.
The comments, the suggestions...You always said, "No".
That didn't matter to him.
Nothing you wanted to do could quench his desire.
Animal passion, he thought, would light your fire.
What you didn't expect
is that he'd have no respect
when you said, "No".
He didn't care.
"No!", a little louder
talking to the air.
"NO! NO! NO!", screaming as he held you down.
"NO! NO! NO!", no help to be found.
"NO!", as he forced you to feel his power.
No! This can't be happening! It's your darkest hour.
Now, what are we going to do?
This horrible thing
has not changed my feelings for you.
I just lied. My love is deeper than before,
but if you won't let me in...
What more?
written by the lover of a date rape survivor
-Sit Tight Little Star Girl -
She's curled up in a corner of the room.
Her brother beats his fists against the wall.
Gone mad.
Sometimes I miss her.
Sometimes I delight in her pain.
Savour it again and again.
At night her whispered words haunt me.
She pleads as I lie in bed.
I can't stop her fears running through my head.
I imagine her body,
Pressed against mine...
Her hair smells so sweet,
her face wet with tears.
She waits silently for her soul
to be sold.
No longer crying...
except to me.
This is where the children come to die.
This is certainly not a high.
I feel sad,
don't ask me why.
Just let me save her.unknown author
As I look at her I want to cry,
For it's then I realize how cruel they are to her
(and all she wants is to know why).
I've never seen a smile upon her face
Nor happiness nor joy, not even a trace.
We all feel bad and want her misery to end,
Yet none of us are willing to be her friend.
When we try to be nice, she thinks it's all a joke,
And yet again, her heart seems broke.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why do people have to be lonely and
friendless, night after night,
And day after day.
written by Molly Hurt, at age 15
Who are you?
You seem to be,
the one I seek,
when I sleep.
When I dream,
I see your face.
Take your place
first in the race,
An?ta......
"e"......
I need you,
I want you,
Can I live without you?
I hope I can
because you see,
Shawn seems to be the one you seek.
How can I compete?
As for "I", I don't know...
She wants me, can she have me?
My mind is always on the "e",
can "I" take "e" away from me?
If "I" tries,
I can't see
why not...
"e" left me waiting here to rot.
Please someone shoot,
aim at the spot,
where blood seeps through my blemished skin,
where love hath stuck her poisoned pins.
But what a joke
that Lust hath spoke,
sounding like the love she took.
And so I lay here
with devils saying
what I want to hear.
The words that lips
of humans often
blasphemed and used,
and then forgotten......
yeah......
written by Aaron Pozdol, aka Grandmaster Spork, at age 16
What a weird coincidence;
in all of life's anomalies,
I haven't fallen off the fence.
The wind can blow,
The sun can scorch,
The rain can soak the leaves of trees;
you're the bird I must set free.
It's time to face reality.
Hope's a drug
that deadens nerves
and slows your thoughts.
I hoped past hope
that the bird I caught
would not cut out
my heart and serve
it to the beasts that claim to have
the stuff that broken souls
like mine look to find,
while breathing on this hunk of rock...
Food for thought,
paid for and bought
by puppeteers,
whose puppet strings
jerk and yank
those in debt
for letting yet
another wizard
of illusions
lead us down a road to ruins.
A ruin that was,
but no longer because
the road that led to it
was blocked by a stone.
A jagged chunk of loathsome stone,
which kept my feelings
from voicing groans.
A groan so sharp as to pierce the greed
of modern man
and self-delusions.
The higher power soon would see
and hear my vague and desolate cry.
And if the power was at all fair,
It would lift me from the shrieking hole.
But if not,
let me drop,
to join my comrades
in horrid nightmare.
written by Aaron Pozdol, aka Grandmaster Spork, at age 16
For love bittersweet doth
my broken heart mourn;
Having not yet healed doth my weaker half sojourn.
A lesson failed in learning thus will itself repeat;
And to the teacher of this lesson doth my heart now entreat.
Ill advised, ill advised
doth my greater half proceed;
Refusing recognition of the latent deed.
Harkening unto the sickening soul of weary plight
Doth my tender foot hasten on this lonesome night.
Anon, cruel teacher thou
shalt see my best!
One thousand and one trumpets sounding in my breast!
Though smitten and burned, taunted and torn,
Fierce desire treks ever onward to the scorn.
Behold, I am here, in
bewilderment of thy charms.
Too late to take notice of thy unopen arms.
Even now I realize and in this I trust,
Futile are my attempts to retrieve thy heart from the dust.
O thou bold naive!...Once
more thou hast been scorched.
Unloved and unwanted by the one for whom thy carrieth a torch.
Shall thy let the flame dwindle and peter away?
Alas, not so wise, thou shalt once more journey this way.
written by Krisha Shaun Carter, at age 17
I saunter down the winding pathway
That seems to go on forever
Until I reach the arched gates
Which guard the souls of those whom he hath taken.
I carefully survey the dreary milieu,
Searching for the right ledger
That has the script written name
Of my recent consort.
As I move from tombstone to tombstone
And see the names of the many unfortunate ones
That he has taken his toll on,
I sit there and wonder.
I wonder whether or nto
Everyone has to go through the terrible
pain and misery
That I am feeling at this forlorn moment
As I keep searching.
Sometimes I think
That he not only took the life out of her
But the life out of me,
For I am empty inside.
There will be no one to hold me
When I am in sorrow
Or to laugh with me
When I am in happiness.
I finally find the footstone of my lifetime companion
And stop to see if I can still feel her
I try deeply to bring her back,
But it is of no use.
Now when I am in need of help,
And I reach my hand out
No one will grasp it and save me from the
depths of despair
For no one will be there.
I stand, in silence, with the fiendish winds blowing
Knowing that she is no longer with me
But gone forever,
For Death has come.
She hurries down an alley,
Splashing water about as she searches for shelter.
Nothing is found except for
The darkness at the alley's end.
A raindrop breaks upon her cheek,
Mixing with the tears;
As she looks around herself,
She begins to comprehend the fear.
She dives under a cardboard box,
Escaping from the Earth's shower;
Cramping herself tightly;
Hoping for warmth and comfort.
As the rain beats down on her fragile roof,
She sits there...shivering to herself,
And talking to no one
But herself.
She asks herself,
Is there anyone out there?
Is there anyone that cares?
The response is Silence
written at age 14
I spend nights awake
Tearing away into my pillow
Shattering thoughts that shouldn't be
Hoping to avoid the inevitable sorrow
My mind runs amok, rampaging
Through the various days spent
With you along my side
Dating back to that first precious moment
I ponder the delicate situation that lies before me
Involving my own life, involving you
Attempts I make to comprehend the control I exercise
Over my own destiny and others possibly too
I cannot fathom
Life without you loving
Though that has now become a reality
So I must choose my fate, not let
I remain unable to arrive at one solid conclusion
As my brain tells me contrary to what my heart feels
What will overcome I cannot tell
But I cannot dream this nightmare away, for it is real
As is the possibility of going away
Leaving for not just one year, but two
Which would actually be the least amount of time
That I'd have to spend without you
As we gaze deeply
Eye-to-eye at each other
We say that it should be what's for the best
And not what's the best for one another
I cannot do this however
Go away and leave you behind
For I am uncapable
Of letting you escape my mind
But then I envision the ultimate horror
That maybe we weren't meant to be
That maybe I am wrong about us
And that one day you'd be with someone else instead of me
Once again do I turn my head to my pillow
Burying my head with that dreadful notion
As it haunts my daily living in a summer that never arrives
My heart thrown into a breckneck, thumping motion
I relinquish all the clouding thoughts
Plaguing my mind utterly through
And hope to avoid a calamity
Of losing you.
written at age 16
Is
Love a Game?
I look at you with tears in my eyes
I should have know its no surprise.
I knew it was coming sooner or later
unfortunately, my love grew greater.
With so much love I had to share
to turn and find you did'nt care.
I cried and cried that day and night
foolishly, I picked a fight.
You've turned me down again but
some how I could'nt be just a friend.
Do you really have a heart???
What was it that kept us apart???
I've fought back many many tears
not to speak of all my fears.
My life has been so shaken
but my heart has long been taken.
The way I acted was such a shame
I guess its me you fully blame.
Here are my few last words to you
I say them only because they're true.
My life will never be the same,
tell me now, is love a game???
There's one more thing I have to say
before we go our separate ways.
The dreams I dreamed will remain
and I'll never forget your name.
written at age 16
REAL LOVE IS
FOREVER
I once believed this,
Kevin...
And now I wonder if it's still true,
You say that you beleive we were meant to be together,
But, why are we apart now?
You say it's me, and that I will never change,
But have you ever really given me a chance?
You must know how much I love you,
And how much I want you back,
I am nothing without you, Kev, nothing...
I used to sit and watch the crows fly around our window
In the morning, when you left for work,
And I still watch them today, miles away form you,
And from where we used to live,
They still gather around my window,
And I hear your name echo through my mind...
Even though we both have other lovers now,
I wonder, why do we still talk?
Why do we still see each other?
Why do I still love you,
And why do I still cry?
You say you still care, and you think of me every day,
Then why are we like this?
Why don't you take my pain away?
Some take life for granted,
But yet, there are those who know...
-from "The Crow"