SBMS Humanities 7

Starry wings
Misty eyes
She stands in the clearing
Waiting for love
Holding her heart out
For all the world to see
She has hidden it so long
And she’s waiting for love
Where is it?
When will it come?
Her pearly white dress shimmers
In the moon light
She’s pale as a ghost
Her soft white hands clutch the heart
Like it’s the last thing in the world
And love isn’t coming
She never learned about
How to love some one
Her hair like silvery corn silk waves
To her feet
Golden tears sparkle down her lovely face
Then the stars burn out
And the sky is tinted with perfect rosy pink
She hears voices
And in a flash of pale, ghostly light
Is gone
She never knew
That you have to do more than wait
If you want love

- Anastasia

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Life is what you mean to me
Obsession is what you are not
Very caring is how you’ve always been
Everything in the world means nothing without you

- Celeste

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A risk is often thought of as a bad thing,
But to me a risk is something can only to do every so often,
Like to not know how they feel and go out on a limb and say I love,
Greatest thing is when the risk agrees with you and,
Says I love you back.

- Celeste

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To be loved is,
The greatest thing,
A happy feeling,
To feel important,
To know you mean more then just being you it means,
You’re everything to them.
To be loved is,
To be loved.
And Chris I love you.

- Celeste

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The day he came
I cried in shame
He was with another girl
I could hurl

- Twix86

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Gnarled hands do nimble work
Gentle laughter dries your tears
But now she’s gone
Forever, I fear.

No more card games around the table
No more knitting on the couch
No more meat that melts in your mouth
No more wreathing on the sheet.

But Babchi, don’t fret
I will not forget.

- rosebud

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The blue sky, which the love showed me is
the black sky, which the seperation is showing me.
The clean smile, which the love made it is
the dark smile, which the seperation is making it.
The kindly hands, which the love told me is
the coldly look away, which the seperation is telling me.
The person with love is
an enemy with the seperation.

- Natasia

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On the day I have a date with you
Wake up really early
Take a shower
Make up
Take out all of my clothes
Try on a lot of clothes
Look at the mirror a lot
I'm a woman
For you,
I don't want to be a girl, anymore
For you,
I want to be a woman
This time, look at me
I'm not still a little girl.

- Natasia

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Under the False smile
Under the False motion
There is true tears
There is true sadness
No one knows
Everyone is just laughing at him
Everyone is smiling at his motion
So the crown is always sad.

- Natasia

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December 31st
He borke up with me
no one knows my pain
everyone is happy to meet new year
new life, new happenings
they are excited
I broke up with him
I can not meet the new year
so today for me is december 32nd
tomorrow is 33rd
two days later is 34th
That date made up for me
because, he is not with me

- Natasia

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In the hay bale
I search for a needle
So I can mend the tear in my life.

I’m looking for the day
I’m searching for the moment
When I can finally prove that I can heal myself.

- rosebud

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A flame darts around the trees
Weaving some kind of pattern
That only she can retrace

- rosebud

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Covered up in the
Blanket of dew the leaf lies
Waiting to be seen

- rosebud

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I see a sword
On the ground
With jewels along its blade.

Rubies dot along the tip
And mingle with turquoise gems
But this sword belongs to a devil.

He slaughtered innocent people
And those rubies are their blood
And the turquoise are their tears.

I see a sword
On the ground
With sorrow along its blade.

I see it there
The sword of a devil
And I leave it.
On the ground.

- rosebud

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a small bullet get stuck in my heart
very dark red liquid sparked coldly
I feel that cells die one by one,
my arms, which was holding him are loosen
bad feelings
he is looking me and drop the cold tears a lot
I want to be happy with him
I died for him, so I'm not sad
but, I'm just worried about that man
who is going to be really sad
If I'm not here
He crying to me
don't go. don't go
I want hear another word
just three words
I love you
I said to him
I loved you, I love you, I'll love you
I want to win this small bullet
but, I can not
So, I do not regret
if I died just cry one day
just one day, and forget me

- Natasia

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Love just left a wound
but, love told me how to smile
and, love gave me the reason I live
then, love told me a despair
Love told me
everything
Love showed me it is together
Separation left a loneliness
Love told me how to step up
Separation told me how to estrange
Love told me
all these things are LOVE IS

- Natasia

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erase.. and erase
but, it's like the scar never gone.
I cover my eyes
to can not see you
I cover my mouth
to can not call you
if it is not finished
cover my heart
if it's still not done
cover my mind
make sure I can not feel everything
make sure I can not want anything
but...I have a favor
don't forget me
if our love is all erased
I can not stay alive

- Natasia

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In my reflection I see
Someone who looks a lot like me
But we can’t be the same girl
Wonder what she’s thinking behind the glass
Is she free or is she trapped
Like me
Who’s that girl
What goes on inside her world
Is she pretty in other people’s eyes
Or does she pull out a mask and disguise
The face that could give her dark thoughts away
Falling behind everyday
Holding on to all she can
If I knew her I would tell her
Not to make the mistakes I made
Hang on to the things you trust
Don’t take love for granted
On a rainy day
I watch her and say
Maybe she thinks the same thing
When she looks at me

- Anastasia

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A small pebble flies
Into the still water with
A plop that makes waves

- rosebud

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The water crashes on the sand
Lapping at their feet
The wild wolves are out tonight
Escaping from the heat.

Their playful howls break the silence
Shooting through the air
The moon is veiled behind the clouds
But they don’t seem to care.

They howl to her darkened face
Praising her perfection
The wind blows hard, removes her veil
And they swim to her reflection

- rosebud

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Returning to her birth place
Emerging at high tide
To lay her eggs beneath the sand
Where they then can hide.

The moon controls the tide
And is the light that guides them
To the ocean long and wide
Then they’re free and can fly

- rosebue

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Poking through the soft white shell
Blinking out the sand
Pushing p and out to reach
The soft sand above

Looking for a light
Seeking the moon’s reflection
She starts out towards the light
Of the endless sea before her

- rosebud

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Dear Daddy,
Do you remember?
The days we worked hard
At play
Then at the end
I fell asleep on the cool summers grass?
Then you pick me up,
Carry me into my bed and tuck me in
You’re my caddy daddy
You bring me up
When I am down
Much love,
Minnie
P.S. Daddy thank you for being my caddy

- Minnie

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You can’t make a horse drink,
But can’t you prompt it?
Is there a small chance it would happen?
Just a trick with the dice,
That would make you come back?
If I sold all my dolls,
All my toys,
My life,
Would you come back?
You left in a hurry,
Not one word goodbye,
I still want you back,
Please come back,
And say,
Just try.
Try to make me leave.
But now I don’t want you,
Your pretty words,
Your snake lies.
I have a new father now,
And if you sold all my toys,
My dolls,
My life,
I don’t want you back,
And it’s my life.

-Aly

P.S. This was something I thought after my birth father left the house when I was nine...and I started thinking about it again, so I wrote this, I know not all instances when parents become divorced are like this.

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Take care,
Make a few minutes,
Fake that you’re happy,
Spend a few days,
Fend off the worries.
Send your troubles away,
Lend a hand,
Have a happy day.

-Aly

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I don’t want to leave,
It will never happen again,
This moment of time,
That I held so dear.
Every moment I spend,
I spend in agony,
Knowing that as soon as I move,
It is gone.

-Aly

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Without me,
The world would be lost,
I would be gone,
And the end would come.
But the end has come near,
It is time for me to go,
So say goodbye,
I take my leave.

-Aly

P.S. I know this poem sound sorta concieted, but it was inspired by a song, and I felt it had to be shown : )

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When we separate,
I can’t think,
It’s like,
A mental block,
Something that keeps me from finishing,
What was meant to be?
Forgive this small favor,
But stay with me,
Stay forever,
Be my king.

-Aly

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I stare at the teacher,
As she taps her toes,
Waiting for the answer,
That nobody knows.
Bell rings,
I grin,
She sighs,
I win.
It is all over,
Let’s go and play,
She pouts
Time's up,
School is out.

-Aly

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A girl,
Staring at the window,
Longing to leave,
Leave this prison,
Be free of the chains that bind her,
And fly away.

-Aly

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Why do we gossip?
Is it some livid girl?
Or just plain boredom?
Maybe it is closer to heart,
Something deep inside,
Something called similarity,
A great thing we share,
What we have in conmen,
But I don’t want to share.
Before you were my friend,
And now,
My enemy.
Now we share that attention I had,
And I am…
I am…
Jealous.

-Aly

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I hope you know what’s true
And what’s joke in my words
I don’t care other people
I just hope that you know,
What’s true and joke in my words
Because you are special to me

- Briana

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In sunny day
We can see
Green grass
Blue sky
And white cloud
But most important thing is
Our smile!!

- Briana

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I believe that there is only room in one heart
To love one thing
Love one flower
Love one pet
Love one class
Love one dance
Love one song
There’s only room
For one love…
You and me

- Minnie

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Bleeding all over her body
Her eyes, looking at me with tons of tears
Her nose I can’t even see where did it go?
Her lips got bluish no more sweet and lovely pink
Her body, shaking
Trying to say something
But I told her to stop
It will make her even worse
But she’s not listening to me
I hold her tight so she won’t leave without me
Finally her voice came out with sweet and lovely
But really sad three words
I love you
And she left
But me
Still holding her hand tight, saying
I won’t let you go
But she’s gone

- fuzzybuzz

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It makes me happy
Can’t wait to play it
Loud noises, no. not even noises
Lovely and powerful sounds
That is coming out from my hand
For this moment, I can forget all
All about my feelings and my problems
I hit it and hear it
What kind of sounds that I can make
What kind of sounds that drums can make
We make our sounds together
Not alone, we are making our music
Together

- fuzzybuzz

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There was a girl who tires to look for a good place to stay
She wanted to go to other good place
So she ran away from her house
She kept walking and walking
Finally, she found a big castle and many rooms to stay with
Everything was beautiful with tons of food and presents
And you can do anything you want and your maid will take care of you
But later, she started getting bored and tired
Everything was perfect but something is missing she thought
So she ran away again
She kept walking and walking
She was hungry and sleepy
And she finally found a small place with only one bathroom to stay with
It’s was kind of dirty but she didn’t care she was so tired
She slept for a long time and she woke up
It was pretty nice to stay
The sunshine coming through her window
And the beautiful view with mountains and little animals
It was really nice
But she started getting bored and tired
Everything was beautiful but something is missing she thought
Sp she ran away again
This time, it was really hard to find a place to stay
A good place, a nice place to stay with no problems
She kept walking and walking
Finally, she found a house, not big but not small
It looked familiar, so she opened the door
It was home, her sweet home
With her mom smiling at her, getting ready for dinner time
With her dad smiling at her, reading a news paper
This is it she said
This is the place I was dreaming of
No where, but my place, my home

- fuzzybuzz

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I am the only one who’s walking and walking
Alone in the dark, can’t see anything
No lights, getting scared
I wanted to stop and yell for somebody
Who will come and get me out of this place
But my feet, they are keep moving
In the dark, don’t even know where I’m going
Just walking and walking alone until I die

- fuzzybuzz

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Just black and white
No any other colors
That’s the place in my heart
Without you and your love
I’m not alive

- fuzzybuzz

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Food is my comfort my joy
I feel good eating anything from, chips, soda, or chips ahoy.
One day I want to meet
The wonderful man who made rice krispies, oh so sweet
I feel good eating cheetos
Or even burritos
I love having feasts
But I also love treats!!!!

- Isabel

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When I look up at the sky
When I look up at the starry sky
I think of you and I wish for you
I want to see that star that will make my dreams come true
Which will make feel as though I can fly
Going high above
Like a free white dove
I feel you’re here
Quite near
Like an angel singing I hear your voice
And you said “stay or come it’s your choice
For any way you will rejoice
But just remember I’m always thinking, loving, and treasuring you
Even If we cant see one another
Just remember I’ll always be like your mother”.

- Isabel

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At night I lay awake,
Unable to sleep,
I think…
About my,
Life, my day, my past,
Then I pray to god,
To forgive me for my biggest sin…
You!
I'm sorry,
I dragged you into…
This.

- Celeste

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You're gone,
And now,
So is my life.
Why?
Why are you,
Gone?
Everyone misses me,
But it's too late,
I'm gone,
Because you left.
Please never
Do what I did.

- Celeste

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I think I know,
You…
But,
Do you know me?
All I,
Know,
Is that I love you…

- Celeste

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Silence has fallen,
Fallen over my world
And I miss you,
But..
Everyone else is missing me.
You can’t help me now.
I’ve been silenced,
And sent
Away,
Away from here,
To never return.

- Celeste

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Fly on and off the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shout to forget about the reasons why you can't tonight
Any moment anything can change!

- Sam

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There they stand
Gnarled and white
At the end of the road
In the darkness of night

Beyond the stop sign
They do dwell
They the ghost trees
Who escaped from Hell

The tribe of them
Some time will gather
One night by the cemetery
In the cold dank weather

Ghostly figures
Ghastly white
The question is
Where is their light

- silverwings

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Her eyes flash in the dark
Her fur as black as soot
She dances in the moonlight
Her moves are sure on foot

Her reflexes are rapid
Hisses they sting
Her breathing is slow
Her beauty it sings

And tagging along
Are her five little kittens
Perfectly sculpted
With white little mittens

- silverwings

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The sky is striped,
Like an old clown suit.
The stars are veiled,
About to start their fires.

The sky is crimson,
Not yet asleep,
A pink and blue version,
Of a zebra’s hide.

The city’s at rest,
The street lamps dying.
Slowly, the sidewalk
Fades into the abyss.

- silverwings

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They call him wise
That old grey owl.
But does he know his name?

He is a coward
Hiding in the dark.
Eyes ajar in terror.

Who? Who?
He calls into the night
The timid creature he really is.

Who? Who?
He asks away his heart
Turning round his head.

He falls away afore
The sun awakes.
Eerie laughs surprise him.

Scolding the children
He hides his fear.
Remember the old grey owl.

- silverwings

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A gasp,
A shudder,
A sob,
And a sharp intake of breath,
Eternal peace,
And a river of tears,
How we make our peace with those who die,
Does matter,
But not as much,
As the memory of living,
For that is a treasure never to be buried.

-Aly

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A choice.
To go left,
Or right?
Up,
Or down.
Life is a choice,
Made by experiences we have,
And those we make.
Are you going forwards,
Or backwards?

-Aly

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No one moving,
Crisp sweet air,
Shining sun,
The morning has begun.

-Aly

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A winding path,
Twisting and turning,
Down to the sea cliff,
Roaring.
Sharp rocks,
Slippery mud all over,
Stinking of despair.
Nightmares roaming free,
To catch and create fear.
The path,
Calling me to…
“Follow my path, I will give you great things,”
Always,
Always.
Lying,
Yet tempting.
Dead leaves blow a cruel, eerie howl,
And anything that follows that path is choosing their fate,
Too greedy to realize that the place they’re going is worse than the nightmare that they will have in their sleep.
Nightmare on a path.

-Aly

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My mother said,
“The man who makes his bed sleeps in it.”
But I said,
“What about maids?”
My mother said,
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
So I said,
“Satisfaction brought it back.”
My mother said,
“Though art mortal,”
And I said,
“So are queens.”
My mother said,
“Hold your tongue,”
And I grinned,
And said,
“What fun!”

-Aly

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Just black and white
No any other colors
That’s the place in my heart
Without you and your love
I’m not alive

- Fuzzybuzz

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I am the only one who’s walking and walking
Alone in the dark, can’t see anything
No lights, getting scared
I wanted to stop and yell for somebody
Who will come and get me out of this place
But my feet, they are keep moving
In the dark, don’t even know where I’m going
Just walking and walking alone until I die

- Fuzzybuzz

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Light as down feathers
Soft as baby’s skin on my feet
I take off and they help me fly

- silverwings

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poppies rise into the sky,
balls of fire atop emerald stems
mingle with the daffodils,
whose petals are wide open.
they summon the tulips to come and join them,
but the tulips are closed and too shy.

- silverwings