Apart from the Rest by T Duffield Sometimes, I feel different, alone out of touch with the world. so unique Is the world ready, for what I bring here I wonder what it's like outside this bubble I don't know what I know and know what I don't Does anyone feel the way I do? keeping me here? locked up is that your escape from the truth? Cold-hearted lies add up my friend Is it necessary to keep me In fear? What about that cautious day, that I step out into the world? What will you do to keep me hidden?	Time by Belinda Dunbar The sand slips slowly through the hourglass, it waits for no-one as time will surely pass, Each moment is precious beyond compare, once it is wasted it will no longer be there. Make use of each blessed moment it lends, for that same moment...in happiness... you could spend. Forget the grudges in your heart that you hold, replace it, refresh it....make your spirit bold.
The Arrogance of Knowledge By Abbey Basiel A slow but steadfast arrogance will kill us at the core. We strive for a perfect state, yet knock on doom's door. Once, ingenuity came with growing nations, apes to sapiens, with low temptations. Sustenance demanded and challenges were met. Success equaled life, the converse did not tempt; we kept the rock rolling. Now, sustainment does not beckon; we have pushed the rock to the top. But as our knowledge of all proves, the rock will not simply stop. Our thirst, once nearing fulfillment, has suddenly peaked, and now we shall surely witness what our omniscient nature will wreak. Ills will be cured to a feverish degree, and man will be left with nothing to treat. Wars will all end, all darkness will be made light, and loss of destruction will now be our plight. With nothing to conquer man will dwindle and die, the ghosts and gods will take over, and once again, for life, will have to try.	Somewhere to Be by Will Wilson I've had dreams I can't escape from, nightmares too, I thought were true. Wasted time out on the edges, in the streets, back in the alleys. I've had friends that have died young, I've had friends that have never lived. And you ask what does this all really mean to me? Nothing if you got somewhere to be. There is nothing beyond the wall, to go after, after all. Time is man's greatest disease, bacterial glory he'll never seize. so I will meet you in the garden, give me a night once with you please. And you ask what does this all really mean to me? Nothing if you got somewhere to be. Meet me at the river....you can wash me down. Take me to the tower...you can drop me down. I'm flying home on a two-way ticket, guess I'm not hanging around. There's a fire in a distant kingdom, I hear there's money in putting it out. And you ask what does this all really mean to me? Something if you got nowhere to be.
Untitled By Dianne I quiver in anticipation, my minds focuses, the crowd hushes, we draw our breath, my feet, they move as though preprogrammed, the tempo livens, and I play, I play from the heart, putting my soul into the music, this is it, what everything's about, but on this night, our show is dying, I feel the energy, Like sparks may fly at any moment, Tonight's the night, we play out what's built up in our hearts, memories floating in the back of my mind, football games, parties, practices, speeches, friends, hugs, smiles, emotions, good and bad riding high, but for those few moments there is nothing in the world but us, no judges, no crowd just us, no judges, no crowd, just us, our sweat, our tears, our laughs, our jokes, our lives, played out on that field for all to see, for all to wonder at, and for us to revel in, and at the end, when all is done, I shiver in the cold, out of breath, about to cry, or maybe jump and shout, did the worked pay off? was I good enough? I wonder, but deep in my heart I already know, we did it, I feel, if no one else knows it, we did it, I did it for her, for him, for my best friend, my mother, the seniors that are leaving, our instructors, even my enemies, but I...... we, did it	Breathe by Maggie I close my eyes To make this world Disappear I retreat Into the darkness Of my mind Where my thoughts, My dreams, My nightmares All become Tangible Where angel dusted Realities exist Where boundaries To sanity No longer prohibit me Where I can finally Breathe Without the suffocating stench Of a ravenous Society
The Stage by Rachel B. All my life, I've acted in plays, The stage: It is my home. Reciting lines, Acting them out, Coming not from the heart, But from pieces of plain, white paper, And the emotionless words, Flowing from my mouth. I feel, My life, Is just like a stage, Reciting, Acting Playing the part. Speaking the written words, Not my own. This is how I live, Everyday, And every night, I am living someone else's play. And this is how it is- Playing a part on the stage of life.	Surprise by Angel of Death You don't know me! Well, who does it's like a present all tied up sealed tight ripped open only to realize you already have one of those I WANT TO BE DIFFERENT! Unique a surprise will you be surprised? Definitely most definitely
Traveling Music by Jennifer M. It calls to me again: The summer asphalt Fields long forgotten View through a windshield Two-lane highways Where I counted trucks That honked when I pulled My arm down, like so Scanning the radio To find a decent station The city's gone and The sunset's here. It's just you and me now So step on the gas I want to see stars 'Fore I sleep on the road	Tasting the Raindrops by Hell's Angel AKA Rachel B. Remember when you were young? Those long-lost memories. The days way back, When you danced in the rain, Throughout the thundering storm, In the treacherous lightening, As children it came as no obstacle, For us to dance in the rain. Tasting the raindrops, Falling slowly from the sky. Quenching my thirst, And quenching my heart. Those days, Are long gone and over, The fun in playing in the rain has fled, But the memories live on, And run through my veins, When I see the little children dancing in the rain.
Daddy's Girl by Hell's Angel, AKA Rachel B. A great many years have passed, Since I've last seen you Daddy; And the pictures of you are slowly fading, Memories I have with you miss bits and pieces, You can't fill in the blanks for me though, Because you're gone. I remember, Very faintly, Us playing blocks, You asking if I was going to use the blue square bocks, And picking them up, After our castle fell down. Running through, The water spouts, Squirting up from the ground. Dodging them, Trying not to get wet, Ending in complete and total failure. Slowly your health deteriorated, And I remember visiting you in the big, "ginormous" hospital, One day you took me to the beach, Shortly before you passed away, Tell me God had called you on the phone, Saying heaven was awaiting. Since then, And until recently, I detested talking on the phone, Maybe a coincidence, But maybe not. The day you died, After mommy told me, I was so happy you'd gone to heaven Where your 'boo-boo' was 'all better', And you could live in peace with God, With no more pain or suffering. I only knew you for 4 short years of my life, At the time, The reality didn't set in my mind, That you'd never be coming home, It was just an illusion; Until now. Now, it's hitting me like a thousand bricks pounding into my body, Like knives stabbing me in my heart- Daddy's not coming back. I need you Daddy, A girl can't grow up with out her Daddy, Don't you know that? You weren't there to see me go to my first day of kindergarten, You never saw me get 3rd place in the science fair in elementary school; Along with all my many other awards, Or sing my solo in the school choir. You won't be there to scare off my dates, When they meet you for the first time. And you won't be there to yell at me for staying out past curfew when I get home 2 hours late. You'll never be there to see me graduate from high school, Or leave home and go to college. You won't be there for me when I need a good laugh, You won't be able to comfort me when I cry, Or say you'll go and hurt an ex-boyfriend after me breaks my heart. You can't lend your fatherly advice when I need some words of wisdom and questions on life, Even to help me escape when mom's in one of her moods, Or walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. I cringe when I see other girls with their dads, Laughing and having a good time, Sharing secrets and old stories. Why did you have to go? Why aren't you alive for me?! Why is the world so cruel and unjust?! When the girls at school asked why I didn't go to the father-daughter dance, What was I supposed to say? No one understands how it is with out you, Daddy, And you're not here now, When I need you the most. Relatives and family friends always tell me, How much I'm like you, I've got your eyes, Your stubbornness, And lack of self-confidence. But no matter what good or bad traits I picked up, It doesn't change my love for you. Though the time we spent together was short, And I never really knew you, You left behind a great impact on my life, And an even bigger one on my heart. That space will always be there for you, Waiting until the day we meet again. I never got to say good bye to you Daddy, When I was 4, it didn't seem to cross my mind, But it does now. I know you're here, At this very moment, Listening and watching over me, My guardian angel. So good-bye, Daddy: I love you.
Untitled Andrea G. The music blares into the night I dance and yell 'till I can no more: The beat fills my tired body Loudness intoxicates me Could that be the same girl who says nothing? The one who observes this ironic world? She watches, listens, and yes she talks, Yet no one hears her She cries and screams Into the darkness drawing her close Wrapping its numb arms around her, Draining her feelings into a cage of oblivion The music comforts her clouded mind And the dancing tames her furry The beat feeds her starving soul, And she is not alone.	Wandering Soul By Hannah A. Facing the Open road A fresh breeze on my face A village in ruins lies behind Now I'm off to find my space I've ruined and overthrown The system of that village. Now I hope I find a place To stay, not another to pillage. As I adjust my pack And set off on my way I wonder who'll accept me now I wonder where I'll stay But for now I'm sticking to the path Until I find my place, Where I belong in this world, A fresh smile on my face.
Summer's End By Jennifer M. The summer turned to autumn But you didn't come out and play. You didn't see the ground turn blue Or the gold-laden leaves fall this way. In a linen-white room, you tasted fall Brought in by the breath of a friend. You barely noticed the coming of spring Or the coolness of summer's end. Dry leaves collapse at the touch of a hand. Desolate thoughts fill my head, Watching you miss the seasons change Confined in a hospital bed.	Speak, Understand By Jennifer M. I've painted my face bright red today And I speak of happy things Things that make me shallow And I worry I become the girl of my voice But the girl who holds the pen Feels gentle blue within her smile And breathes underwater, a diver In a tide pool as deep as her heart My voice strangles my hands Blurting facts and cockiness Saying simple, noisy, happy things To dispel my nervous fingers Voice and hands in constant dance To keep everyone confused My hands stroke what cannot be said And my voice listens only to earthly things
Barren By Hannah A. I have nothing to say of those days When the wind blew cold and dry Across the barren lands And the sky had no tears To cry with us, My tribe was cold We were hungry For the lands bore no fruit And so we had none. The mothers with their babies Were weary For their babies were thin from no milk We could barely recall When they had once been plump With toothy smiles for us But then they were thin. And the children Had no energy To play their singing games And keep up our spirits And the men Were bony And gaunt with hunger For they gave their meager portions To the women That they might give milk For their babies But it was not to be. But although there was no food No gifts from the plains or the gods, No water and no milk, No bread and no meat- There was love. Our tribe had love Beneath the bony elders Beneath the wailing infants Beneath the milk-less mothers... Beneath the barren soil Our weary feet tread upon.	Synaesthesia By K. Overland Somedays I cry in the rain The gentle droplets mingle with my tears Days like that I can smell the rain coming Echoes of words long past said Ring in circles through my mind As I cry into the rain Sharp wind stings my cheeks Each sensation brings me closer To the reality I have lost Synaesthesia II And so it goes I find myself slipping Further away The stepping stones are slippery Will you catch me when I fall? I close my eyes and see the birds I sigh and sing with them There is no choice in the matter It runs rampant like the river The current sweeping me away The night sky is dark like a blanket Drenching me in diamonds of light Covering me as it should The flower petal is silken on my lips Rain droplets slide from my fingers I cup my hands and watch them When I cup my hands and gather water from the river It feels so different Each droplet is a jewel The sun peeks at me from behind the gray sky I shake my head and laugh But I do not get the joke.
Untitled By Hannah A. I learn about you By listening to Your silence. The things I cant hear you say The things I can feel you think The things I know. Your silence. The tension is there In your silence. I know. Your silence.	Red, White and Blood By "A" Millions die from invisible bullets. I can see their blood as it seeps into the earth and is forgotten. Patriotism is what they call it, but the word lost it's meaning long ago. Racism, homophobia, sexism, anti-Semitism; the issues are alive and well, nourished by hate and greed. A boy named Mathew died for his country. Truly, it must be a great cause that drives men and women to pick up their guns and fight. It must be blue for courage, white for purity and red for blood.

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