Her Love
Her love is tender
Nothing can compare
To me she is all I want
My hopes and dreams
My wonders and beyond
Without her love
Life is incomplete
Like a flower needs water
When I look her in the eyes
Words can’t explain how I feel about her
We can travel the seas
An unforgettable drift
Holding your hand tight
Never wanting to let go of you
Then you’re gone?
Missing you is like addicted to a drug I cant take off my mind
But that,
That will never happen
Because your one of a kind
Joel E.

Nothing to Lose
Nothing to lose
With a sword in my hand
Looking into the eyes of death
It’s coming right at me
Hidden by the fog
I have only one thing to live for
To fulfill my destiny
The beast is flying over my head
It comes jetting down at me
SLICE!
One arm down
The beast flies away
A river of blood following behind it
Now I have no sword
Only one dagger
But it’s too far to reach
I don’t have much time
It’s teeth bites into my flesh
I can feel it feeding on me
I reach once for the dagger
I miss ,
The second try, I grasp the dagger into my hand
Swing my arm and stab the slimy beast with the dagger
The beast drops dead This is the end of my suffering

Disaster
The sun is rising
The ocean is alive
Unnoticed ships crossing our territory
Hidden creatures lurk the surface
Indescribable figures seen by our people
Limbs in the water
The sky is red
Slowly turning black as the moon grows
The waves crash over me
Birds try to escape from the fierce winds




Joel Espinal

Disaster
The sun is rising
The ocean is alive
Unnoticed ships crossing our territory
Hidden creatures lurk the surface
Indescribable figures seen by our people
Limbs in the water
The sky is red
Slowly turning black as the moon grown
The waves crash over me
Birds try to escape from the giant fishes attacks



J.E.

Clams




This beauty
is unrealistic.
It is painful to see
it being destroyed right in front of me.
There is a blue sky
which sings to me like a butterfly.
All the colors.
All the blues and grays
It’s a memorizing vision
and its here to stay.
The water so blue and the pearls all white
Has me thinking how
beautiful it must be in the night.
This is natures goal.
Humanity is a black hole
sucking in as much life as it can hold.
Were destroying it
and we don’t even know
that it is damaging around us.
From a little twig
to a hippo.
This must be stopped
and we need to save all the clams
before all we have to say is
“damn”



The one and only
David m.

I have seen sunsets and sun rises
But neither can compare to the sight of your beauty.
I miss you,
as the sun misses the flower,
as the sun misses the flower in the winter.
The flowers beauty cannot arise
Without having a light to shine upon it.
I thrive on hope.
Hope that when you leave my sight
My heart will not be crushed by
the darkness of the night.
My heart is shattered.
The pieces of my heart so small
They shall be able to pass through a needle.
Without you I am a gray flower in the grayest of worlds.
I shall win your heart
With my fist and the flanks of my horse.
She is my love
My Venus.
Her love is nothing
but my drug.
It attracts me
as a bee is attracted to a flowers pollen.
I give so much passion
eternity cannot grasp it.
The closer you get to something
the harder it is to see it.
I must move on
but on to what?





First love poem,
David m.

strange little creature


This strange little creature has
Light skin and two eyes in the front of its head.
It wears a violet bow its head and a shirt
with a baby Mickey mouse on it.
From experience I have learned that it has
the power to attract humans to it.
It can also control your mind!
It will make you do funny faces and weird noises
for hours, only for its entertainment.
It forces you to bathe it, feed it, and take it wherever you go
And to take care of it or else it will scream a scream
that can kill a thousand men.
Apparently it can also make a smell so horrible
that a human near it would pass out.
It steals all the attention that
someone else might be getting.
It does not let you sleep for days
and you have to make it go to sleep.
I have been told from my expert mom and dad
that they are the most innocent creatures in the world
but to me
it’s a mind controlling, human magnet
not “the most innocent creature in the world”.
It’s a strange creature that will never
I mean never!
Magnetize me or control my mind with its evil little powers.
David M.

Student of the Sky


Day burns to night and the edges cut my soul.
I close my eyes and see sparks of suns.
I see in the night what the concealed daylight hides.
I am amazed by the blues, greens, and violets of the North Pole sky.
They both may lie but their light is always is true.

The stars are the providers of life.
The atmosphere protects us
preventing the harmful wave-whips of ultraviolet light
from slapping the earth.

Light is a shield that protects only one
and darkness is a blanket that covers all.

Sleep walks and talks.
Eyes stitched closed.
Smile.
Pearly white teeth.

I run in the darkness looking for a way
but neither moon nor sun has been able to brighten the path.
The sun is the father of our solar system.
He does not want his precious planets
to shy away from him.

The moon is the guardian of the earth.
Watching over us, lighting up the night.
They are both related, both a part of me.
I shall never completely understand why they chose us
and not some other green and blue planet.
I question life, and how important it is.

Time may slow down
or it can also pass you by.
The future is far
So we must live in the present.

We must appreciate the warmth
that the sun provides
and take advantage
of the shade the moon gives us.

You must pay attention for they speak only once.
Sit down and watch
as the golden horse rises
and the silver wolf wakes up and plays.
Day burns to night and the edges cut my soul.

My Poem About Nothing


What is nothing?
Is it a black hole in outer space?
Or is it a brick wall in a white space?
Is nothing white?
No, white can be seen.
Can it be black?
No, you can feel black.
Can you feel it?
Can it be a person?
Nothing is a an emotion,
Or is it?
Nothing is a word used everyday.
But no one knows what it means.
Nothing is nothing
That means nothing.
Nobody knows nothing
And nothing knows nobody.
Nothing might not be anything
But every ones its something.


by,moscat, david

Sacred Seasons of My Life

Sweet Summer.

Perfect plum purple.
Delicious apple red.
The orange, flaming ball of gas paints peaceful
absurd colors in the morning sky.

Long, fairytale days paste a sunny smile on my small face.

Flaming orange to retiring red
malevolent mosquitoes leave marks on my sun-tattooed skin.


The midnight blue bites into the shining white.

The partially eaten crescent floats in the endless sea of sterling stars.

Radiant red roses blossom in rich gardens
like romance in young hearts.



Ferocious Fall.

Sulking sad blue.
Anxious excited yellow.
Emotional colors follow the flirtatious sun over the horizon.

Royally rambunctious to silently shy.
Shallow happiness and serious sadness.
Like the leaves on the trees, my life changes with the places I go.

The crisp, autumn breeze whispers in my ears.

Leaves with shades of red crunch under my heavy feet,
like our hearts when we fall in love.

School.
Work.
Everything.
Life changes as these things begin.
Friends become enemies, as enemies become family.



Wistful Winter.

As the sun slowly says good-bye to the bright lights of the city,
Waxing Gibbous says hello to the drawn curtains of the afternoon.

I blow on the ghostly steam rising from my chocolate sweetness,
like the gusting winds of my equinox.

Fluffy stars fall from the sky, highlighted in the story-like silver lampposts.
Whirring in the winds, they attack midnight crusaders mercilessly.

Perfectly cold blankets of white snow blind my groggy eyes,
As bundled little feet step out of safety and into a forest of imagination.

Small warriors check into snow banks as
lifeless materials become colorful spirits.

Whispered wishes and wonderful wonders.



Sophisticated Spring.

Exactly 1hour before.
2 minutes after.
3 seconds between.
Early rising as we spring ahead.

Excitement courses through my veins
An hour ahead,
my perilous position in counterpoint with light.

Restless Rendezvous.


Grotesque flowers blossom.

Vibrant colors that revive their beauty.

Empty parks
gorge themselves
with renewed spirits of happy children.

And I ?


Ciara M.

Sacred Seasons of My Life

Sweet Summer.

Perfect plum purple.
Delicious apple red.
The orange, flaming ball of gas paints peaceful
absurd colors in the morning sky.

Long, fairytale days paste a sunny smile on my small face.

Flaming orange to retiring red
malevolent mosquitoes leave marks on my sun-tattooed skin.


The midnight blue bites into the shining white.

The partially eaten crescent floats in the endless sea of sterling stars.

Radiant red roses blossom in rich gardens
like romance in young hearts.



Ferocious Fall.

Sulking sad blue.
Anxious excited yellow.
Emotional colors follow the flirtatious sun over the horizon.

Royally rambunctious to silently shy.
Shallow happiness and serious sadness.
Like the leaves on the trees, my life changes with the places I go.

The crisp, autumn breeze whispers in my ears.

Leaves with shades of red crunch under my heavy feet,
like our hearts when we fall in love.

School.
Work.
Everything.
Life changes as these things begin.
Friends become enemies, as enemies become family.



Wistful Winter.

As the sun slowly says good-bye to the bright lights of the city,
Waxing Gibbous says hello to the drawn curtains of the afternoon.

I blow on the ghostly steam rising from my chocolate sweetness,
like the gusting winds of my equinox.

Fluffy stars fall from the sky, highlighted in the story-like silver lampposts.
Whirring in the winds, they attack midnight crusaders mercilessly.

Perfectly cold blankets of white snow blind my groggy eyes,
As bundled little feet step out of safety and into a forest of imagination.

Small warriors check into snow banks as
lifeless materials become colorful spirits.

Whispered wishes and wonderful wonders.



Sophisticated Spring.

Exactly 1hour before.
2 minutes after.
3 seconds between.
Early rising as we spring ahead.

Excitement courses through my veins
An hour ahead,
my perilous position in counterpoint with light.

Restless Rendezvous.


Grotesque flowers blossom.

Vibrant colors that revive their beauty.

Empty parks
gorge themselves
with renewed spirits of happy children.

And I ?

By: Ciara

Let Go
The past,
our beautiful friendship slips from your hands
like the sand from our fingers that warm summer day. Easy conversations wasted away,
While awkward words take their place.
We smiled, now we smirk.
We laughed, but now we chuckle.

At times I know you feel the same. I can see the confusion and loneliness, in your big brown eyes.
Don’t worry I am lost as well; still mesmerized by the person I thought you were.
Yet, finding my way back is hard to do,
without you by my side.

No more talks, and secrets. No more togetherness. Time has past,
you have moved on.
But I have not,
and never will,
Let go.

By: thalia M.

I Wonder.

I wonder if you’ll ever leave or stay
I wonder if you’ll ever betray
I wonder if you’ll open my eyes
And be that great surprise
I wonder when I would see the true you
And you could open your world to me and show me and show me the truth
I wonder what it would be like with you
I wonder if I would ever be with you
I wonder if that smile would keep me up all night
I wonder if you’ll be the person that will make the day go bright
I wonder if my heart will drop because of your Ily
And I would have that temptation to love you.

I wonder…

Sincerely,
Cruz

You’re my butterfly . . .
I had the audacity to tell you what you mean to me.my mind runs wild with images of you see your beauty was intoxicating.
you teased me called me babie just a pretty little thing, bragged about how you were the best.
I was willing to change my ways and break free.
you unscrewed me.
replaced my heart.
reassembled my pieces.
you left me un spoken.
you became my one and only butterfly.

Mercedes R.

Manhunt

Dark, Pain.
Trees everywhere I look
I watch for Him.
Trees that tells tales of past misfortunes.
I run out from
under the trees.
I look around the field.
I feel the cold hard dirt under my feet.
Darkness, I am blind.

I slide…the slide last
forever.
I am falling
falling down the rabbit hole
that doesn’t stop.

The slide stops
and the rabbit hole
ends.

Sooner or later every one is found.
Game over.

Matthew H. 2009

BattleField

I am shooting at my enemy.
My enemy is shooting back, killing other people.
There is a maze of people dying.
The enemy is trying to find me, to kill me.
Not going to let them kill me.
Firing, yelling, “Is he over here?”
Now it looks like a battlefield.
Boom! I got shot in the back.
Still walking.
Got me again.
Boom! Shot in the head.
I am calling out for help.
Gone forever.

Dalvis M

Delirious Reality

Swoosh!!
The black and white colors blur together
like a bullet sailing,
like a Hawk diving through the air
like the fire tail of a shooting Star
of the game, furious with adrenaline
running through my veins.

Boom!!
The dark and angry sky flashes
blinding me with gray Clouds
that fill my eyes.

Swish! Thump! Swish! Thump!
Like a pendulum, my legs swing from the edge of my bed.
Swish! Thump! Swish! Thump!
Still in this delirium, my feet kick the wall…

Pop!!
The hypnotic sphere Breaks Through the wind,
leaving a trail of unfaithful eyes.

Swish!!
The black and white colors blur together
Alone, they defeat the net of lines.
Finally,
one by one, the unfaithful crowd and the net of lines disappear.

Swish! Thump! Swish! Thump!
Swoosh!!
Boom!!
Pop!!

I Won.

Alone.

Ciara M.

Last Resort-Addiction

An earthquake runs through my dangerous hands as I bring the beautifully sharp paintbrush down on this dormant volcano.

Horizontal stroke.
Diagonal stroke.
Vertical stroke.

Like lava, thin streams of red flow
down the sides
onto the glossy wood floor.

AHHHHHHH…
A sigh of satisfaction escapes my swollen lips.

As the red leaves my body
an ecstatic sting
travels through my limbs
what a wonderful thrill.

My drug.
My addiction.
My mask.
My life.

Merciless, annoying voices scream in my face.
One.
Hideously heavy hands pounce pain onto my aching face.
Two.
Fake friends use whispered words to stab me in the back.
Three.

They drive my hand to my sharp paintbrush and the canvas of my skin.

Ecstasy.

Addicted, I welcome the delightful danger of senseless slicing.

Bang!!
Boom!!
Bam!!

As all the doors slam shut
I’m left in a lonely room
Embraced by darknessthe paintbrush shines, the only light of love.

Ciara M.

"Teenage Lovers"

Laughter.
Walks and talks in the park.
Giggles during church services.
"Knowing the other person more than they know themselves."
Thinking: This road is an easy one.
... No!
Screwed?!
How could you know them more than they know themselves!?
Because you know what?
Turns out to him...
your just another freakin' decoy!

I’m An Invisible


I am Invisible in a world for the visible,

I am frail in the world for the strong,

I am unfamiliar in the world for the known,

I am hushed in a world for the heard,

I am minute in the world for the immense,

I am unnoticed in a world for the noticed,

Yet, the invisible one can thrash over everyone,

The invisible can overcome the visible.

I, the invisible one in this world, am the visible.




- Karelyn U.

This is the last day.

The last day for feelings,
The last day to feel what I always felt,
The last day to ever dream,
To ever dream that special dream,
Where the stars sparkled at night,
And me and my trusty container catching
fire flies on that hot foggy summer night
Were I was in complete darkness and no one there to help
The last day to live on the edge and dive for what I want
And to show to them that I am someone and not scared of anything
Not only to be me, but the GREAT ME!!
To be that special someone in the world with no eyes.
To live My world…

I can’t survive….


Jonathan C.

The Season

I’m wondering how are we going to do,
like the Cavaliers when they had a perfect season,
or not
good amount of wins,
or not
make it to the finals like the year before
or not?
To do that, practice, like anything in life
play mature and play like professionals
all of us thinking of that one thing “championship”
I know I am but is the team ready?
I’m hungry to win like a lion that hasn’t eaten for weeks
while I wonder about the results of the first game
paying attention to the plays
so we don’t look sloppy
make the first game a easy ride for us
like riding on a straight roller coaster.
Things like that don’t happen often
just follow little footsteps like
making in baskets like Lebron James
getting rebounds like Dwight Howard
making great passes like Chris Paul
with all that the score board in our side goes point by point straight up.
Earning a championship like the Boston Celtics
to just earning things in life
we just need that extra push.
I have a lot on my shoulders
I got to run the team the “point guard”
I can’t be scared for that extra push
I need to show responsibility
If I do, do those things
I can make it!
With all that I have my team
just like family
Always there and ready to
Help you up when you fall
Or guide you through your struggle
Keep your head up and high
Show you can do it
Just like US.

Shamiel B.