You took everything from me
You took away my childhood
You took away my happiness
‘How can there be people like this?’ I ask myself
You made me depressed
Yet, made me strong
But now I have to put on a mask
To make sure no one gets too close
You took away something important from me
You took away my tears
And I want them back
You took away my friends
And I want them back
You took away my conscious
Now I cannot truly feel
You took away my trust
But that, I don’t want back
Can you give back what I’m missing?
I was just a happy little girl until you came
Unspoken
She’s so quiet.
Why she so quiet?
Her lips pressed together so hard like she never spoken before.
No smile upon her face --
So serious people are scared to speak to her.
Thinking she’s mean!
But little do they know she’s nice and sweet.
She’s just scared of getting close to new people she meet.
She just observes and never speaks.
Motion of her Hands
She moves her hand in such a motion
where everyone’s wondering what’s her next creation
She concentrates like the world around her fades away once her pencil touches that paper.
It’s like she’s in her own world.
A world that she doesn’t want to escape.
The silent stalker creeps up on you in an instant.
With eyes set to kill and a heart that burns with an incorruptible lust for death.
His very soul aches for destruction and cherishes agony.
The screams of horror echo in his ears,
driving him mad with ecstasy.
He finds pleasure in pain and shares it with all who crosses him.
The sounds of pain and tyranny eludes and stimulates him.
He is a man with unsensible methods of destruction.
He kills with self satisfaction in mind.
The darkness of his heart could block out the sun and remove all of mankind just for fun.
The end draws near as his insanity drives him to the edge.
He jumps,
seeking immortality and pleasure, but only received death.
As the time passes by and our life seem to just fade into the background.
Like a screensaver on a computer or a new toy given to a young child,
cherished and desired at first sight, then tossed aside and ignored once something better comes up.
Like a pet the neglected we hunger for attention.
Seeking what we think we deserve.
Our dreams, desires, and aspirations is quickly consumed by our drive for competition and fame and the eagerness to be wanted.
Like an artist aggressively laying his brush on a canvas,
our lust for greed cuts through the body like a thousand blades.
Matthew and Kaylie wrote poems about their summer fun.
Summer Fun
By Kaylie
Ice-cream trucks and lemonade
At art camp, crafts were made
Hot pancakes with sticky syrup
Summer
A dip in the pool
Gets you nice and cool
Not a cloud in the sky
Summer
Sweet treats to bake and to eat
Gritty sand underneath your feet
It doesn’t last very long
I am done singing my summer song.
Summer time
by Matthew
Summer is sprinkly sand beneath my toes.
Summer
Summer is having fun in a swimming pool.
Summer
Summer is ice cream cones and cherry soda dripping
From your chin
A dark presence suddenly you see a polar bear Later it becomes pale then ever so slowly the sun comes out Are you in Antarctica? No, you’re at the garden across from school At first so loud then so calm and serene Transformers is my favorite movie, but this was a change in nature The same flower over time turning different colors and distinct fragrances Just like I grew up from cub to tiger
Up and spreading out an everlasting fight Should I try to escape or just expand myself? How much can I take before there’s nothing left? I have eternal life. Source that will always end. Sentencing that may always pend. Lost into the scenery. I see what you see in me. You see what I’ll never know. Lost but I will always grow.
Purple flowers Blooming every hour Sad that it's not ours Purple flower, why are you so sad? Shouldn't you be glad? In this beautiful garden you are in Making new friends everyday Rise up purple flower And have a happy day
Is it a flower or life on a stem ? What can it be I ask myslef. Walking around the garden, glancing at everything Yet the one thing that catches my eye is that Mystery Flower, I call pink flower.
Trees They watch us carefully They feel pain as we humans Chop through their life force As we chop through their roots They cry their tears as they let their leaves fall To the hard and cold ground They don't want us humans They don't want us to destroy their home They don't want this pain They want freedom The freedom to live and feel no pain
Red flower so much brighter than the boring green Popping out of the dirt Beautiful and exciting against the tame green veggies Petals completely capturing your attention The little green leaves barely noticable against the bright blood red The beautiful RED flower
Wood. Piles of wood. Tree bark. Stumps. Hard wood. Soft wood. Clumped together like a pack of friends. The Blasians is what I think of. Take that wood. Chop that wood. Mmmmm, "I wish a wood chuck would! Shoooooot..." Nature. Nature Valley bars.... mmm. Cardboard no, delicious? Yes....
With such a bright red, It fills me with an emotion i cannot describe, From toe to head. With such silky smooth petals, It shines like red metal. Roses are usually meant for love, As well as are doves. Roses are beautiful Through the days and nights, With one look, It takes my heart up in flight.
In a distant are these deep red flowers, while I get close, I notice more of it's details. It looks as if it is not fully bloomed, like maybe half bloomed. In my opinion these are really pretty, the deep red so majestic. Red like the reddest apple you've ever seen, a bright luminous red.
Lonely yellow Six large petals fiery and brave Six large flowers over the grave Bright and beautiful they stand tall Ignoring that one withered yellow That outshines them all
My gorgeous little flower Long green body Long green limbs Short orange-red hair Black roots Shaped like rose petals White-green triangular barrette with little black ribbons So beautiful, ever growing My gorgeous little tulip
Iris, Oh Purple Gloomy Iris, Your Whiteish Pure Center, and Your Zebra Stripped Pattern, It Draws Me In, Your Big Rough and Tough Pedtals Protect You From The Wind, How Beautiful and Intresting You Can Be, Oh Iris , Oh Iris, Your What Beauty Means To Me.
