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.

Suddenly

I am Neptune,
the musical planet.
I am the hat on your head
that knows everything you're thinking.
I am an eagle,
watching and protecting our world.
I am spaghetti and meatballs,
the romance food of Italy.
I am Wonder Woman,
saving our world from destruction.
I am like my father,
mentally and physically alike.
I am the weeping willow,
crying when I need to let things out.
I am suddenly

the person I need to be.

by Laura M.

Ode to I Am the Messenger

Coffee is the solution to my morning ,
Nothing compares to the warmth on my tongue .
My gaze looks down .
The Newspaper reads “City in need”
In need of food, equipment, money, jobs, police?
So , I question and take a seat drinking the answer of morning .
Silence is the magic of the moment .
The door opened, not a creak ,
Nor sound to be audible .
Puzzling playing cards appear at my door .
The queen stands out the most with her heart torn apart ,
Beneath the mat and aside to the corner .
With intent I pause to close the door, though I cannot .
I catch my breath and choose to take a chance .
I lift the ragged rug ,take the card and grasping it between Mr. thumb and Mrs. index I close the door aware that the queen has fallen.
A miraculous card .
Curiosity killed the cat with one stare .
The stare was MINE .
I read the scripture written on it ,
Marcus Zusak
64Th avenue, NY 01001.
Am I the messenger?

by- Destini D.

Snow!
White puffy cold cotton candy
Shoveling snow into the street
Rocking cars passing by with snowballs
Plows coming and going
Drinking hot coco with chocolate chip cookies
Watching the snowfall down
Sliding down hill falling off
Cold snow inside my pants
Doing snow bombs in the street
Shoveling more snow
Love snow

Dalvis M.

What about #3 shamiel b

Clash!!
The rim goes while Lebron James finishes the
ALLEY OOP!
Swish!
The net is all you hear while Kobe Bryant shoots from
THREE!
That’s all you hear from the two “best”.
Who’s better?
Lebron or Kobe?
Lebron can dunk
Kobe can too
Kobe has a great jump shot
So does Lebron
The only thing Lebron has on Kobe is height.
So who’s better?
I know who’s better.
Dwayne Wade!
He has more potential than either one of them!
He can dunk he can shoot threes!
The thing that makes him different from either one of them is that he can do the offence and play defense when he’s done scoring baskets.
To be the best for me is the ability to do both.
Wade with the triple double again!
I rather have a triple double most of a time.
I think and say
Every one talks about #23 and #24
How bout #3?