Dragons
There were some teens named Gretchen and Grime.
They lived on the street and their life was crime.
They robbed grocery stores and sold out drugs.
They lived their life without a cause.
Deep down their heart was filled with hurt.
They longed for something to wash away their dirt.
A neighborhood church was handing out tracts.
They told of salvation and all of the facts.
Grime picked one up and started to laugh,
But Gretchen had a feeling from her head to her calf.
She knew that this is what they were looking for.
Grime finally realized that now they wouldn't have to look anymore.
They asked the pastor for extra prayer.
You won't see them with drugs because now Jesus is what they share!
If you have a problem from crime to cancer,
Always remember that Jesus is what they share!
- Erin Braun
They
They yell, they shout,
They punish me too.
They rarely help or care,
Although they think they do.
They make me cry but I don't show them my tears.
They make me feel like I'm nothing.
But I have more than you "theys" out there. I am not alone.
I have my friends who never let me down.
They never make me cry.
They always help and care.
I have my teachers.
They help, and teach me all I need to know.
They're always there for me.
I have myself.
I have my hopes my dreams and wishes.
I have my mind, where I can make things happen.
So to all you other "theys" out there, you have failed your mission.
Good-Bye.
- Amber Bergeron, age 13
Forces of Friendship
The quicksand is filled with the sea.
My emotions scream with horrendous glee.
My heart slowly drowns
With sharp looking frowns
As my soul shall forever be.
The grapes are overcome with the vine,
As the essence is truly divine.
Their juices are fate
With a passion for hate
As their poisons vengefully combine.
This poem signifies my soul
As you pay your heavy toll
For ruining the night
With your ludicrous spite
As our friendship turns into coal.
- Rachel Jo, age 17
Lime Tree
The roots of the tree,
Reach down to the deep,
Into the dark brown earth,
In rain and in shine,
It is ageless with time,
It seems to have been there from first.
Its leaves they do change,
Into colours and shades,
Of yellows and browns and reds,
And plants they do shoot,
Up from the roots,
With flowers as beautiful heads.
They greet the tree
It seems with glee,
You can almost hear them cry,
"Hello oh great Lime,
Who is ageless with time,
With branches that reach to the sky."
The tree it just stands,
With brown withered hands,
Reaching and stretching up high,
Its face all up turned,
And to all those concerned,
It seems to embrace the sky.
- Lydia Pepler
Confusion
What to think?
What to do?
and what should you feel?
Should you feel pride, sadness, or joy?
what do you do?
You do nothing.
nothing at all.
What do you think?
Do you think everything?
But what is everything?
You don't know.....
So of course that is it...CONFUSION.
- Dena Jelsma, age 13, 1998
Not Here Anymore
What is it to be a child?
Is it to be free,
or is it to be wild?
I once could feel the fun of a child,
I once could see the fun of a child.
But she is not here anymore.
I wish I could once again,
feel the fun of a child,
and see the fun of a child.
But she is not here anymore.
Why has she left me?
Why has God taken my girl?
Oh, why must I punish myself;
Why can't I just feel the fun of a child,
Why can't I see the fun of a child?
Just once more.
Why...Because she is not here anymore.
I have lost my child,
therefore God has gained a child.
- Dena Jelsma, age 13, 1998
Life Goes On
It was the very first day I met you.
That I knew we would be together forever.
It turned out to be true at the age of twenty-two.
Well, this is the biggest day of our life.
We are about to be husband and wife.
Our little girl is growing up now.
I just wish I could be there to show her how.
The only one she has is my wife.
But then a drunk driver took her life.
I guess my daughter is on her own now.
And no one was ever there to show her how.
- Danny Robbins
The Dancing Night
Sitting here
I watch the stars
dance in the sky
the moon glows
with just a smudge of color
And the only sound
comes from the voice
of an angel
his wings hover over me
with a tad of warmth
I shiver
either with fear
or the fact
that I am falling in love
- Lisa Cote
Left To Die
You left me here to die alone
without a sign
That you'll be back to stay
I turn all blue
Nothing you can do
As you feel the life
slip right out of me
You cover me in tears
as they zip me up into
a black plastic bag
Gone you cry
No just not here
- Beth Stevens
Fall
It's fall!!
Good-bye heat
Hello pilgrims
Good-bye ice cream
Hello hot chocolate
Good-bye snow cone
Hello fog
Hooray it's fall!!
- Maci Mullins, age 8
Frozen
(Dedicated to Steven Patterson)
Your eyes,
Blue and clear and beautiful,
Meet mine.
Your look;
What are you saying?
What are you searching for?
You look at me,
A quick scan of my body,
A focused stare into my eyes.
The outside world
Blurs and dims
And then fades away.
For you are all I see
When you look at me.
When our
Eyes meet,
I cannot move.
I am frozen.
- Heather McKay, age 14
The Maiden From Tooloo
There once was a lovely maiden,
walking aroun' the meadow breeze.
Pickin' a patch of feverfew,
away from flowerin vines that teased.
For she wore a blue habit and came from Tooloo.
Well, those flowerin vines so cruel
thorns so nettled and leaves so afeared.
That she weeped with sadness blue,
her face stained ateared.
For she wore a blue habit and came from Tooloo.
So I stepped forward and
acknowledge myself.
To see if there was a thing to do,
for she was as dainty as an elf.
For she wore a blue habit and came from Tooloo.
So I freed her from the flowerin vines,
and steadied her to her feet.
I picked up the feverfew,
and those flowerin vines admit defeat.
For she wore a blue habit and came from Tooloo.
"Good sir," she said,
"do tell if you wish.
For my thanks to you,
come to Tooloo and have a fine dish."
Now we both wear blue habits and come from Tooloo!
- Amber Crowe
Pale and Bright
I am sitting in the corner
Cowering,
Crying,
Huddled in a mass of deep,
Black darkness.
I am quiet as a summer breeze.
But at the same time,
I am naked,
Screaming at the top of my
Lungs in the middle
Of a crowded room.
All of you people:
You look at me,
But do you really see me?
You eyes make contact
With me,
But they see right
Through me.
I am pale, and
I am bright.
I am dark, and
I am light.
For once, can you
Acknowledge me?
What must I transform
Myself into to be noticed
And be happy and
Be myself at the same time?
I try to push my sorrows,
My tears,
To the bottom of my feet until
I am almost walking on them,
And I force a smile, and
I play along in your stupid,
Social, popularity game.
Leave me alone,
But include me.
Don't say a word to me,
But ask me what's wrong.
Notice me like a bright sun
In your dark lives,
But ignore me like a dim star
In a sky full of intensely bright
Supernovas.
I am no one.
- Heather McKay, age 14
When I See You
(Dedicated to Steven Patterson)
You knew then how much I liked you
We spent those beautiful,
Precious moments together that were probably
Nothing to you
The world to me.
We would walk forever not talking,
Listening to the dirt
Underneath our feet.
It seemed to mean something more
To me than a simple winter walk.
And then that Valentine I
Slipped into your locker,
Leaving before I could see your
Reaction, afraid of what it
Might be.
You told me that you didn't feel
That way about me
And that you had led me on
The entire time.
You didn't even tell me.
You told my best friend, you
Coward.
But I see the way you look at me still
And I remember the way you looked at me
Then.
I believe you wanted this
Like I did.
Like I do.
Did I scare you away, Steve?
Were you not ready or
Mature enough?
I haven't talked to you in
Months.
After that Valentine's Day,
There were a billion things
I had to tell you but couldn't.
There are still so many things
I think you should know.
I never got to tell you
How you made me feel.
You
hurt
me.
Then why do I still love
You?
Yes.
Love.
That's the word to describe
This glorious, torturing
Pounding in my heart.
When I see you every
Day, as you
Walk down the halls
And we glance quickly at each
Other, I don't know what your
Look is telling me, but I'm
Telling you I am still
Crazy about you.
Can't we talk?
I miss you.
- Heather McKay, age 14
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