A Poem by Meagan Borrego

Prisoner down the stairs

Peering out

Conviction of helplessness

Overpowered

Look, think, mad

Timed rat

Quietly life best done

Still yet definite conclusion

Ideas imprisoned himself

Trusted facts

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

A Poem by Maria Hernandez

Conviction of my helplessness overpowered

Life

Imprisoned

My

Knowledge

My fears

Fright

The giving of the Crucifix

Loneliness and trouble

Tangible help

Memories of sympathy

I must find

Glory

Fate

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

A Poem by Audrey Abeyta

I – a prisoner

Wild feeling over me rushed

Peering, I found conviction

And helplessness over-

powered all other feelings.

Mad conviction had come quietly

Life was still and definite, certain

I am imprisoned with motives

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

A Poem By Brandon Meyer

Laughing, joking,

Roaring with accusation,

Bombarded with light

An open rush blazed in his mind.

Wild devotion with insanity of mindlessness

Curiosity was trembling.

Inspired by page thirty-seven

of Ray Bradbury’s

Fahrenheit 451

"I'm Wild" by Michael Keith

I’m wild

Never feel rushed

Never am overpowered

Never think

Come up with my own conclusions

Trust and assured of myself

Have strength

In my own King

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

A Poem by Francisco Moo

I found, I was a prisoner

A Sort of wild feeling, that

Rushed up and down, the

Conviction of my Helplessness

That overpowered me

All feelings,

As I look back have been

Time

As I convicted to be,

Were helplessness.

As quietly done,

In my life, began to think What

Is best,

Thinking still as yet

No definite conclusion, but Yet

One thing only, my ideas Known,

But imprisoned, which has Doubts,

By its own motives that Would

Fully and to my fears

My Eyes open, being Deceived, has cursed Desperate straits, which I Need,

And shall need,

All to Conclusion

And I know

That only confirmation is surely it is

Proof, that all people Have Been taught to Regard, a Whole History about, Grasping over

Own pride, their glory, His Glory

Explained by saying my name is pride, and pride is my glory.

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Poem by Daija Whittington

While spoiling myself with laughter and jokes

I’m accused of being happy.

I shake off all of the irritation of everything.

Fluttering in the light, snowy but delicate

I rush into the sunshine.

I devote myself to magazines, they’re dusty

But the curiosity is trembling.

Inspired by page thirty-seven

of Ray Bradbury’s

Fahrenheit 451