Archive for March, 2011

Lights, Camera, Action !

Posted: March 15, 2011 by tamikatolliver in TamikaT

I stand there

like a lifeless doll,


A great big spotlight

and I feel small,


I hear people talking

but I see no one,


Lights are so bright

It’s like looking at the sun


My turn to go now

but I can’t speak at all


So I just stand there

Like a lifeless doll.


Posted: March 15, 2011 by marleevance in MarleeV

It’s time for me to realize peace doesn’t exist,

Love is but a four letter word,

Hope ends with tears,

Faith is easily broken,

and life is a losing game.


So I’m going to go to sleep.

I’m going to dream of that place that I always dream,

of the place that doesn’t exist.


I’ve lost all hope,

I’ve lost all my faith.

I’ve never believed in love,

and peace is my only dream.


So I give up,

my hands are up in the air.

I threw the white flag in the air,

I surrender.

End my pain.


Posted: March 15, 2011 by Renaud.C in Uncategorized

My hair, a big part of my life. Long, short, black, Brown, Blond …

What to do? When to do?

Maybe I did some mistake with my hair but I know that they had been useful in my life.

Short hair when I was young …

Long or medium hair when I was/am a teenager … (By the way girls love that)

For the future, I don’t know what my hair are going to be … but I am afraid to be just like my dad. That is to say : NO HAIR !


Posted: March 15, 2011 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

With this kiss of fire I thee wed

My heart is aching-destroyed

Wrenching,it has bled

I understand not,the making of the sun

And to tell you the truth,

I feel I’ve won.

What is the prize for conquering death?

You tell me to speak-but steal my breath?

So here I stand

Broken and Alone

You hold my heart

Kicking it to make it restart.

An abandoned child

M life has been taken.

Oh my dear love,

my soul you’ve shaken.

With this kiss of fire I thee wed

With this paper of eternal damnation

I take you completely.

I take you as my own.

With this kiss of fire I thee wed.

Time Somebody Told Me

Posted: March 15, 2011 by tamikatolliver in TamikaT

Time somebody told me

That i’m lovely, good, real

That i’m beautiful.

If they only knew

How that would make me feel

Time somebody told me

that my mind is quick and sharp

and full of wisdom

That I should keep trying and never quit.

Time somebody told me

How they love and needed me

How my smile is filled with hope

and my spirit set them free

How my eyes shine full of light

How good they feel when i’m around

Time somebody told me . . . . . .

Life Changed

Posted: March 15, 2011 by Austin Smith in AustinS

A time that life has changed was when my papaw died in 2005.  He died in my house, just outside the room that I was in. When I learned of the news, I was devastated. Mom was a complete wreck. Several people, including me, cried at his funeral. He was my favorite person to go and visit, as we always got along and played games all the time. As of this day, I still miss him and wish we could still play cards together.


Posted: March 15, 2011 by lhsadkins in TannerA

I sit here, and think about something to write about.

Things cross my mind, like an intersection, and in the road.

Nothing seems to work, or be “strong” enough.

It goes from music, to every day life.

Nothing keeps me content, or occupied for that matter.

It seems so much easier to forget about things, so care-free.

The solution to everything is screaming, and throwing things.

No sorrow or anger shows, which lurks inside me on a daily basis.

Which makes things ten times worse.

I chew on these nails, as my mind wonders off to another planet.

As things seem to get better, it gets worse as the clock ticks.

I dont write poems, I dont write at all, and I hate it.

Which makes me more angry, and the teacher, who doesnt care too much for me, doesnt help.

I get a good idea, then as it gets better, its as if it walks out of my mind.

Just blunt, honest words and whatever seems to jet across my mind.

Not well-thought poetry, that ive put a lot of thought into.

So dont call it anything of the such, or good writing for that matter.

Im me.


Posted: March 15, 2011 by haleymeade in HaleyM

The sound of his voice echoed in the silence. Haunting, like his touch. The harmony of his voice was a lot like his kiss; venomous and mesmerizing. He left me paralyzed. My intoxicated adoration for the feel of his fingertips was too much for my inexperienced self to handle. He was drawing me in; chasing away any notion of innocence left with his fingertips. It was as if he sucked the soul right out of me. I was addicted to the desire I felt for him; my own personal drug. His caressing touch was lethal; his kiss stained every part of me it touched. As this feeling slowly came to an end, I had realized what I had done. I had lost every ounce of youth that had once inhabited me.

I Promise

Posted: March 15, 2011 by laurenchambers21 in LaurenC

I walk in the room, you can’t talk.

Barley breathing, I know your leaving me soon.

You look so cold and pale.

I won’t remember you this way I promise.

I know I have to move on and get ready for what’s going to happen.

I don’t beleve it, now that your gone forever.

I’ll see you later.

Now I’m walking through your house, waiting for you to pop out and scare me like you always did.

Now it’s just an empty place space, that’s hard to walk past without crying.

I can get through it PaPa Jay.

I promise.

The Place I Call Home

Posted: March 15, 2011 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

You will come to an old Pepsi sign dangling over the road, where there is an old ran down store.

As if  Holden just opened a freeway, her comes the cars.


Seeing an old brown trailer

Cars sitting around as if they had been there forever

Left turn, Gentry Avenue

Freshly dozed land to the right and straight ahead.

Neater looking houses, without a lot of cars sitting in the yards.

Right turn, Ventura Drive

A new single wide trailer sits on the hill, along with an old ran down house on the left.

To the right there are trucks, trailers, and heavy equipment.

All surrounding a small house.

Then a house that needs torn down attracts the eye.

A steep, curved driveway desires attention to drive.

Breaks squeak

Here’s home, crap cars, antique cars, and everything in between.

i’m not ready yet

Posted: March 15, 2011 by wiley965 in JacobW

My Grandmother spoke to me

As she was dying.

The breakfast she prepares.

Has an unfamiliar smell.

Outside the ground is wet.

Rain falling drop by drop

She dropped the spatula on the floor

I could tell the cancer would attack soon.

A new born baby could have been able to tell

she looks tired



Losing every bit of stength and still not giving up

I was always her baby boy

No matter how much surgery the doctors could perform she would have still passed on.

It was gonna happen

Of course it did

She left us May 19th 2009 at 7:30 a.m.

It felt like the end of the world

Like nothing could get worse

pushing at me

taking the nicest and kindest lady right away from her family.

and we wasn’t ready

To kill a deer.

Posted: March 15, 2011 by farleyjason in JasonF

Shoot your bow on a rgular basis

or you will miss

Get your stand up

or you’llnever get a shot

Draw back when it cannot see you

or it will bust you

Make sure you make a good shot

or you will never find it

Field dress it good

so the meat will be good

The way to kill a monster

is know your surroundings.

Every sound in every second

Posted: March 15, 2011 by MarandaLynnell in MarandaM

In the morning, she feels the cold bust of air. She feels the sharp knife like pain. Through out the morning & afternoon, she sees the air, she sees the fresh brisk air that’s hid from her for so long. In the quick moment, the air & pain fills her lungs. As she gets up, slowly working her joints & you hear & see her life change instantly. Each step she takes, in her mind, replays the every sound in every second during the crash. She collapses, perfect tears stream down her angelic face. The all run for her as if everything was over, she yells & screams & fights. She fights & that is all she can do, is keep fighting.

And I’m not ready……

Posted: March 15, 2011 by jessidanielle2011 in JessiT

No matter how much I try to I’ll never be ready

That day that come on May 27, 2011

The day that will change 172 peoples lives

Lives that will have to say Goodbye

Goodbye to all the laughs, tears, and memories that we will never forget

The things we’ve shared that all vanish on that very night

The night that makes us realize how much we’ve all grown up

That everything we’ve went through was somehow all worth it

Worth it all to end in one bittersweet goodbye

Goodbye that none of us want to say

To say those last words to each other that might be our last

And I’ll tell you one thing…….

I’m not ready!!!


Posted: March 15, 2011 by chynnasherman in ChynnaS

                               The sun illuminated the sky.

                                It’s going to be a great day.

                                I push myself out of bed, and go into the bathroom.

                               I direct myself to brush my teeth and wash my face.

                              All clean and dressed, I walk to school.

                            I adore the way the Earth talks to you, inviting you to it’s deepest secret.

                           Telling you not to walk there, smell the flowers, and let the summer sun highlight your skin.

                           I finally arrive at school, and is blinded by the dim light.

                           I’m halway up the steps, when my eyes decides to adjust.