The Spring Season...A Time of Renaissance (Poems from this year at school (most of them)) |
DANCING IN HIS HANDSFor the JohnsonbaughsYoull stand me up right.Youll hold me in tight.You wont let me out of Your sight.We will meet you in the clouds,and we will laugh out loud.We will scream an...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 11:49:00 GMT |
Is it Worth Being Wise or Should I Wish Upon Ignorance for Joy |
For what good is it to be "Wise beyond my years"So I can be of good moraleBefore tomorrowFor with much wisdom comes much sorrow...And bitternessSeeps in prematureLike a waterfallPounding with all its ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 00:38:00 GMT |
Am I Firmly Set on Shaking Ground? |
I stand aloneI stand in solitude with little solaceMy heart stops,My eyes blur as the room spins suddenly,My body goes limp with weakness,My eyes well with water,My voice is quivering with compassion....
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 01:14:00 GMT |
Happiness is only real when shared by another |
Happiness occurs when the moment Is a moment recognized in congruence with another being.No picture can capture it,No writing can convey it,No verbal interpretation can seize that moment And give it t...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:49:00 GMT |
The Ignorance in Which I Live |
Living in the ignorance of my former lustsLike a broken down truck that is full of rustI sit and wonder of what I have missedBelieving that I'm the only one who needs to be fixedLike a cat wandering t...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:42:00 GMT |
The Eyes to Instill the Fool |
For out this window to my soulSings a sad songCorroded and fogged.With the winter's windFreezing a heart hard to stone.A sight I see, neck stretched And all in all it's killing me.A pride so selfish a...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 20:13:00 GMT |
Strain and Stress like Fear Before a Storm |
Fog rolls in like the shadow of deathMy breath turns shortas no amount of air could fillMy heart is quick throughout my chestno sign of restno lying stillMy eyes won't shut as if there is something I'...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 01:15:00 GMT |
Young Love Days |
Sometimes I feel like I missed that young love.Where we play in the rain in ouryellow jacket, yellow hat, and yellow bootsjumping in puddles not caring for anything.Swinging on the swings and holding ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Out of the Struggles, into the Light |
Come down stairs to eat my breakfastAnd my dad's got my mom against the cabinetsBeating every word as she screams"O please God can you stop this!"A dad who won't leave well enough aloneAnd he has to c...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:54:00 GMT |
A Call Out for Exhortation |
This boy may be coyBut this same man exhorts His brother and sisterWithout a mutter or whisperSo bring your wiseOn your knees!Come along side of meAs I attempt to cryAnd release anguish Residing in me...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 13:41:00 GMT |
