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A circle is the oddest thing,
It's round as round is round.
As definite as real is not,
No start is to be found.

Its symmetry can't be ignored,
Whichever way you look.
It outlines holes and clocks and rings,
And pennies that you took.

It's old as time and long as life,
A never-ending bend.
A ceaseless chase around the earth,
Adventures to no end.

A Love Lost

Excerpt from my blog: "Before I forget, we're doing the coolest thing in ELA. We're studying poetry, so what we did was we went into the library and picked out some poetry books. We flip through the poetry books and write down 5-10 lines that we liked on little slips of paper then put them into a box. The teacher mixes up the slips of paper and each table group goes up and gets 15 slips of paper to make a poem with. Our poem is SO GREAT."

I said we would speak of how long ago
We stood at night laughing and crying
And tried to catch the moon in a net.
I am afraid and I feel it is right
To be in a state, fighting until death,
I washed her in my tears.
If wishing damns us, she and I
Are damned to all our heart's content.
As lamps burned silent
With unconscious light,
She made the grass greener, even here with her grave,
Locked in a child's haunted world.
But here with the lean cold
Pushing the dim light from the stars,
Her spirit, must it lodge in shrine so frail?
But now there is no one to ask.
The wind passes over me, I do not feel it.
But faith and gloomy night encompass me around,
Forget the hurt I have not meant to do.

I Wait

In the dawn when skies are clear,
I long for your presence here.
In the silence sweet as death,
I wait ‘neath the baby’s breath.

Through the wind that calls my name,
Through the hot and sizzling flame.
Through the ocean, deep and cold,
My patience outstands the old.

In the dark eye of the storm,
My dreams of you keep me warm.
In the middle of the night,
I see you, my guidance light.

So let the winds scream my name,
And let burn the raging flame.
Drain the ocean, deep and cold,
My patience outstands the old.

When the sun comes shining through,
I’ll be waiting here for you.
In the silence sweet as death,
I’ll wait ‘neath the baby’s breath.

-Stephanie and Sonya

Malignant

Its funny to feel,
Like nothing is real
The world could be mine
But your first in line.

Fleas!

Adam Had'em.

School.

So boring is this place.

Carelssly ignoring my tasks.

Hesitating to look in front of me.

Only to find some dick-head who I detest.

Oh my god I want him to shut up.

Luckily I can escape soon.

"Rain"

Drips down my spine
Sweet relief
Rain, Rain
Just keep falling
and wash this away
for my hands
are stained
with your disdain

Incapable

Ok, so this is what I did here. I took a dictionary and opened it to a random page, then took the first word I found on the page. I then put that word in a line in the poem. The dictionary words are bolded.

The flicker in your eyes dies out
Your wounds too deep to mend
Within your rush to reach higher
You lost another friend

The quarrels left you sad and weak
Your falseness falls and dies
Beneath all your lucrative dreams
Lies truth without surprise

Wish I could reincarnate you
The joy you used to bring
Now highly cultured citizen
Pulled by government's string

You see no error in your ways
Your shield is your defense
Wander fields of delphiniums
You rid all that makes sense

Incinerate the thoughtless leaves
Survivors of the fall
Oppress the petals filled with dew
Disciples standing tall

During your rampant violence
Your name you owned was lost
Incapable to right your sins
Buckle under the cost

Are You Thinking Yet?

It's funny, I find, how these things go,
A roundabout circle where nothing does flow,
A statue lacking any reason to show,
A thick book without it's pages.

So why, I ask, are we really here?
Do we truly think that our lives are sincere?
Do we search for a purpose year after year?
Do we know something's going on?

So silly, I say, for us to think,
That we exist so far away from the brink,
That we're not a broken and trailing link,
That nothing can stand in our way.

But you, I know, don't think of these things.
Just riches and jewels and powerful kings,
Just money and glitter and expensive rings,
Just when do you plan on knowing?

Spring in FLA

Glance out my window,
A bird softly sings.
The sweet smell of grass,
Reminds me of spring.

Trees gently swaying,
In the playful breeze.
A couple walks by,
Their feelings at ease.

My teacher then calls,
"Sortez vos devoirs".
But that little glance
Showed how close we are.

I am Your Rock

To me everyone does turn
In hopes I can help ease their pain
No one ever seems to learn
Never have I been truly sane

It hurts to see your despair
As your eyes overflow with tears
I tell you how much I care
And try to rid you of your fears

What about my depression
Lurking inside my troubled mind
Suppressing my aggression
Biting my lip and being kind

It's not easy like you think
To live everyday in a haze
Just to live on the very brink
Thinking in self destructive ways

I cling to my hated life
To avoid hurting those I love
Pain cutting me like a knife
Sacrifice I never dreamed of

Not as strong as you believe
I still rest in a state of shock
But I manage to deceive
I collapse now, I am your rock

This Is Our Song

Humming softly we are here,
Ties too strong to disappear.
Dreams replaying in our heads,
Glitter on the golden threads.

What we share is what we are,
Gently strummed on our guitar.
We are notes in one big chord,
None too small to be ignored.

We have had our share of sin,
We have damaged souls within.
Leave the past and live the now,
Forget not the bonding vow.

Though you may not hear our song,
This is where we all belong.
What we share is what we are,
Gently strummed on our guitar.

Amnesty

Give me my rights to be free
And I’ll lament not of my pain
Won’t you listen to my plea?
Try to keep me alive and sane

For the opinions have turned
From belittling oppressions
To lessons meant to be learned
Instead of senseless aggressions

Eventually we may see
How life is just about living
And rid our minds of debris
Seek pardon in our misgivings

In My Eyes

'Round the fire, colours glow,
Gently rocking to and fro.
Deep in shadows, demons play,
Snatching emotions away.

Seeping through the mindless halls,
Shattering the endless walls.
Pity not the small or weak,
Death before the killing streak.

Madness chases to the end,
Down the stairs you will descend.
Crashing to the bottom floor,
Pummelled by a death day war.

Soulless, moodless, soaring free,
This is how we're meant to be.
What of earth, of love, of truth?
Full of silly childish youth.

Is this really how you see?
Can't you hear the helpless plea?
Save the hearts that feel this way,
Life's a small and fragile prey.

Sound

Fly upon the wind
Forgetful illusionist
Forevermore blind
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There we have haiku action.

Transcension

Torn into fragments her soul rests
In the profound darkness of the night
Upon her sorrow she must dwell
A cruel world she protests

No longer can she despondently observe
The dissolution of her emotions
For her utmost lack of predilection
She feels she does not deserve

“Why most I go on in a state of abnegation?”
She asks with a forlorn expression upon her face
The lugubrious mindset she finds herself in
Is the root of her unmitigated frustration

When the day is done the sun shall set
She cares not for her continuance
A neoteric embarkation on another lifetime
When life comes to its demise a new one is met

Pursuing this epiphany she escapes this plane
Her soul transcends into the mystic blue
Away from this deplorable place in which we abide
To an allusive existence most arcane

I Will Be Heard

Inch by inch, a moment grows
A moment too soon gone.
And of the old, a new one grows
To be again replaced.

And as the numbers multiply
Smaller I will become,
until nothing I will be.
A small fraction of what was.

Like puppets on a string,
We work in perfect harmony.
Voices we speak as one,
Clockwork, every gear in place.

Will this be the future?
Has this been the past?
I am not a statistic.
I will be heard.

Life

Float upon a water lily
Head towards the sun
Release a cry of agony
Carry with you a gun

Transform into bright energy
A beauteous light
The gift to be joyously free
For those of true insight

Wander aimlessly in circles
Try to find a path
Attempt to buy the miracles
Feel the terrible wrath

Time begins to darken and fade
The fire slowly dies
Done is the pathetic façade
A lifetime in your eyes