Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
"The Other One" by Elizabeth Harshberger
I’m alone…and cold…and so hungry…a science experiment, that’s all I am. I’m the unlucky flower stuck in the cupboard. Here I sit all day, in the dark, wilting away. Why? What did I do wrong? Why do I deserve this torment? I struggle for life each day on the scant water they give me, and the tiny rays of sunlight that penetrates the thick wood doors in the early morning. Every day I reach for it with all my might, and every day it leaves before I can. It is tormenting me. When they do take me out to prod and poke, to measure and write stuff down on their papers, I soak up as much of the warm light as I can. I sit next to her, and envy her. The other one; the lucky one. She sits there, mocking me, filled with sunlight and life, happy. I hate her. I loathe her. But I can’t do anything, I’m too…tired…all the time…I can barely breathe…I ignore her instead, and let the brief, warm hands wrap themselves around me and fill me with unending energy. Then they put her back on her window sill, and me in my dark prison, a devoid of the very thing I seek. I think about the other flower a lot, how she sits there, smiling, all happy and pretty. I wish I could be her. She doesn’t know what she has. She doesn’t deserve the warm rays of the sun. She doesn’t… I’ll show them one day…I swear. I’ll live. I’ll keep searching for my precious light, my precious life. One day I’ll make it, I’ll get myself there. I’ll drink in the fresh soil; I’ll breathe in sweet air. Write that on your paper; stick that in your books. I’ll be the one to live, and she’ll be the one to die.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
“Just Because” by Sam Bartlett
Just because a woman
Cannot be free
She must stay strong
Happiness is the key
Love should be focused on me
Keeping it young and fresh
Happiness is the best
Taking a dangerous chance
Pull the boy out to dance.
“My Heart and Hopes” By Danikha Edwards
My heart and hopes give to you.
I am now strong and happy.
If ever broken-hearted, I shall be miserable.
Spirits smashed, almost
Impossible to fix.
“Poem” by Alberto Miramontes
A woman’s heart
Might have hope
Grave friends crying
Looking broken-hearted
Miserable
Better spirits seem almost impossible
Man will save no one
My dear girl alone, ashamed
Strangers shocked.
“A Woman’s Heart” by Melanie Garcia
A woman’s heart
A free man
Hope, duty
Strong and very grave
Happy, friend
Crying
Poor fellow whose
Honesty lead to
Broken-heartedness
A moment, miserable
Spirit, American
So young and so fresh
Impossible
Sympathize with
Dangerous cowards
Save us from fears
Stories
Alone, shame
Slang. Strangers with
Exquisite manners
Amused and shocked
“Poem” by Cory Jones
A woman’s heart,
Free, might have hope.
I felt very strong
Hoping I would be happy,
All nice,
All happy
Knowing honestly I look broken-hearted
Passing of life
So miserable, though so happy
Better spirits
Young, fresh, impossible adventures.
Cowards will save our stories
Ashamed strangers found no one shocked
“A Gentle View” by Kristen Rivas
A gentle view and a delicate breeze
Destroyed by a dreadful clatter
Some wish for salvation or resurrection
A change for a stronger life.
In fury bells tremble
A fright drifts and all is cleared
Change is strong
The nicest things seem clear.
“A Gentle View” by Kristen Rivas
A gentle view and a delicate breeze
Destroyed by a dreadful clatter
Some wish for salvation or resurrection
A change for a stronger life.
In fury bells tremble
A fright drifts and all is cleared
Change is strong
The nicest things seem clear.
“Sweeter Off’ by Aja Tamai
Sweeter off I tell you
This lovely memory
Scattered with lights and beauty
I wonder what satisfies people
Full views of harbor
Fill of romantic beauty
May not harm people
Simply sacred
“Rumors” by Daija Whittington
Rumors and hate surround me
But I’m sure of myself
I might have to snatch my words before
They are released.
The clown’s stupidity humors me.
Recently I quickly disregarded ignorance.
For a moment, I have a voice
And they admitted it.
Inspired by page seventy-four of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451
“Change” by Jessie Peterson
The screaming voice I hear so loud
With my mind so blocked off
Like a crime scene with tape
I wish for solace
I wish for love
But the darkness is too dark
And my cry for help is ignored
My eyes filled with tears
With an empty soul so alone
The numbness just gets more numb
And I only become more lost
I turned to God
I turned to the bible
Wishing this feeling would vanish,
Slowly and lonely I wait for help
As the fear just becomes greater
I don’t understand why the innocence is lost
It’s too late and I can’t turn back
All I want is my happiness back
But it’s all gone
Life just goes on
And times ticks away …
Inspired by page seventy-four of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451
“The World Works Hard and We Play” by Feliciana Frias
The world works hard and we play.
Do you know why?
I don’t. That’s sure.
Hold on.
He shut his eyes.
I haven’t done anything.
No one said you did.
Inspired by page seventy-four of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451