Period 11 November 21, 2007
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Order, Disorder, Silence, Laughter, Uncertainty, Pride. Confident crabs Push pass the limit, Break the barriers, Burst into flames of fury and cool themselves with words Love, Trust, Dishonesty, Broken promises, Expectations, Let downs, Courageous Minds create their own box Clear and precise walls edged with Diamonds we reach for the stars Speeding past twinkling lies and deception We are what we create Dumping our baggage onto these white sheets, This is what life is all about, Derailing disappointment and honoring our haters For they are the reason for our best seller Our inspiration, Our words, The heart of our creativity |
Untitled November 21, 2007
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I built my fort to make it last. He constructed his circle according to my comfort. I shut my gate and locked the door Yet he rolled right in bouncing through all my stale emotions He lifted his chin and screamed till his lungs collapsed, You will love me, this was meant to be! My heart was lifted and my walls destroyed, And now, now he has not one circle but two.
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Licking Jelly From A Sharp Knife November 15, 2007
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Cursing your name as if our love never existed
Pretending not to care when in fact you were my world
Walking past you without the slightest hello
I bite my lip at what i’ve done
i’d cut my tongue from my mouth if that would take back those stinging words
I loved you.
Love you.
But now you’re gone
because of my stupidity
All because of my fault, selfishness
Purple jelly marks cover my shirt and smother my face
Fingers and arms sticky with shame
I finished the whole thing
Every bit of nothingness that would bring you back
Now, is my living in vain,
Has my work been ignored,
My grovelling,
Pleading,
and cries?
Tell me you hear me,
Open your eyes and listen
I have licked my jelly from your knife
Snippetts November 15, 2007
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Life comes at you fast
So for everything else there
Is hope and maybe
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Love is unsure but
Not uncommon to the most
Damaged and brusied hearts
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You say this is love,
So why do we consist of
Three instead of two
Graduation! April 17, 2007
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Eyes glisten with joy, for this is the day that they all have waited for.The day that their little girl would be become a woman, The day that that would seperate all the maybe’s from the sure’s.
This was The Day.
Her Day.
Mouths gape wide with anticipation and loose the pride that had been held captive for so long.
Standing ovations dominate the scene and wave throughout the audience,
Time stands still, hearts race, silence fills the room,
“Shannon Cooper,” the speakers spit out her name as if they have been waiting years to do so.
The girl dances across the stage and looks back once more at the world that had so long sheltered her,
It had ended all to soon, she was now a Woman.
Listen February 15, 2007
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Hear my cry O Lord
attend unto my prayer
Save me from this Hell I’ve made,
make me whole again.
Hear my cry O lord
From the ends of the earth will I cry unto thee
Mend my broken heart and show me how to love
Cast my iniquities away from my mind
so that I may breath again,
live again,
just be me again
The person that I created,
pure in all form white as snow yet dark as the moon lite sky
Hear my cry, hear my cry, my pain and sorrow
so that I may be whole again.
Chronomentrophobia February 15, 2007
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Time whines slowly singing its song of death,
When will my time be up…
Collapse before my eyes,
vanish, dissenegrate, and melt into my memories?
Time whines down.
Calling my name, speaking softly luring me to my ending
Time just keeps on running
leaving me here in my dreams looking back at what used to be,
no longer blue but red
Now is the time to stumble into my future,
Now is the time to live,
swollow my pride and accept my fate,
Now…is the time to graduate.
What If November 7, 2006
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we are born losing our innocence from the moment we arrive we are labeled defined in anothers light fortunate or not but we all begin our lives in the same place, in a protective cover shielded from the world. from its do’s and don’ts what’s right and what’s not who says that we can’t continue living in the freedom taht we were born with. expressing ourselves but who are we really unfortunately only a name only who we are said to be, told we are how can we be sure that the world is everything it says we could all just be a big lie, manipulated by words so often spoken i am your mother…this is your home, but we were too young to remember to stand and say i know the truth and where is my innocence now we become what we see, merely a collection of observations; cause and effect suffering from the wrongs of those who came before us bitter to the taste, but soothing to the ear we become what we want how we think things should go, and people look burying iur true selves before we’re even born. Boi George
First Encounter November 3, 2006
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where do our two worlds meet
conjoin and mix together
where do our souls touch
greet one another gently smiling for they share the ame desire
twirling and spinning, becoming one with the air that whips around us
aching bodies, long nights and balanced dues,
where do our two worls meet
practice after practice, failure is never really true
reflections of my pain, emotion, my story, our passion
bleeding through wet pellets escaping my forehead
stomp after stomp one leap at a time
we find our souls crossing
kissing each other as they pass by
finding ourselvbes in the music
Boi George
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