Seasons of Poetry

Seasons of Poetry Seasons of Poetry Creative Writing 1B 2011-2012 This is a literary magazine composed of the poems written by Mrs. Sturgis’s first block, b-day Creative Writing class. They are arranged by the season they fit, the seasons going in order of winter, spring, summer, and fall. The Season changes with the font. Lifeless All has failed. The air smells of danger this is no longer Like leaves blowing in the wind, just a ride home. the days pass by Panic quickly follows confusion Beginning to feel dizzy a million questions my body gave way race through my mind faded snapshots of memory lured by flattery, are all that remain. deceived by ignorance captures Used, like a slave, Like a dirty wash rag I knew things have gone too far. tossed, and thrown aside, His touch seeming so soft and sincere stepped on, had drastically changed bearen and revealed and torn the demon inside of him. more and more Pushed, slapped, and shoved. each day The chained cuffs over and over again. binding my wrists to a post I asked why they won't let me die make an unpleasant screech the urge to live as rust collides with rust. is what made me thrive. Throughout my survival I can't help I've learned to achieve but to think of my mother's sweet smile and for those of you as the clothes that are naive are torn from my body be away my insides scream frantically, that this could happen like a lost child for its mother. to any of you. -Paula Wilkinson Agony is strapped across my face Rashes burn m inner thighs from tights too small to fit tears pull down thick makeup force upon my face. Cold Harsh Lifeless hands Grasp at my untouched flesh Hot like coals, It penetrates me deep into my core Desire ripping me inside. Dripping slowly away A drought of dreams I am prey Dried remnants of the morning dew. the prey Dead to the dreamer of blood hungry monsters Drying their tears as he surges through me Spilling from the “don'ts” and doubts. my eyes burst open, Deaf to different ideas my dignity is shattered Dumb to change shame rains upon me Dried of mind, coupled with guilt. Dead of heart. All is lost, -Alex Zach Holding on and Letting go My Shattered World Holding on Darkness And letting go sitting in the corner It ain’t that easy all I could see is destruction Don’t ya know? bruises on my face You cry and fight on my arms Bicker and wail not worse than the wounds To save a friendship That already set sail. of my heart There are sorrys and hugs muted into the abyss And tears from the heart You try hard to forgive and darkness But your feelings are in the dark. Letting go can be so tough no escape But so is holding on Are we really that different? no light I hope you prove me wrong. no guide But once you let go too frightened You feel so much better to walk out A part of you comes out I take the blow Like an unwritten letter. believing that one day At first it’ll be hard it will end And there will be some regret hiding under the bed But she’ll pretend you aren’t there when he comes And it’ll be easier to forget. with his mask of lies -Kelsey Fitzhugh that monster hidden inside just an ordinary man, whose wife died filling him with rampage and fury solid tears whirl into a hurricane of violence leaving broken hearts in his road of madness paving solitude my eyes filled with tears of blood covering my world with darkness -Jaime Hernandez Blanket of Darkness No one knows I'm here, hidden in a blanket of darkness. I am the roots of a tree, kept unseen and underground. A quit slithering snake, roaming the Earth silently. A wispy invisible fog, of the early morning hours, no one is awake to see. -Leacy Kelley Your words hit me like sharp shaped language, A poison slowly seeping into me, Infecting the composition of my mind Pinned me to the floor, motionless Tears in my eyes blinding me, blood Runs out of my nose as your fist sinks into My face. Losing consciousness, I'm completely Shriven, you strip me of my self-esteem. But even with my memory down, the good Mortality I won, because sticks and stones break my Bones but hatred is all you've known. Beding for change in front of I Love You, Khalen A liquor store, an old ruffed man She sits there With locked hair and a scraggly beard Tears He holds out his coarse hands, but you Running down her face Tell him to a get a job you stupid slob. Wondering why God forbid you walk a mile in his shoes She's treated that way And then you might really know what it's Never knowing what love Like to sing the blues. Truly is -Matthew Handley The Visitor She put on make-up Clinging to Life, To hide her insecurities like a mother to her child, She laughs trying so hard to maintain, To keep from crying your glass heart, No one knows How she truly feels The smell of death, Going home is a sweet aroma to your visitor, Alone your pain is Its pleasure, To a baby with no father and your screams, Its music, Every night she cries “Please let go, As she rocks her baby and dance with the dead”, It says, Asking God why her? “You don’t like it here, She contemplates but there is your hope”, It claims softly, Running away “I am your dark knight, But look at the smile your hero in black, Her son gives her Savior to the world, and giver of life”, She then realize That he is why she Its hand gives a warm gesture, Decides to live her one that says “here take it”. Life everyday Your fingers slide into his palm, She lays him down and slowly lock with Its, And kisses his cheek and says "I love you, Khalen." A grin spreads across Its face, -Kiana Dessasure like a disease in your mind, for his clever lies have snared you, in the reapers arms, you die.. -Zan Williams I am peaceful today And my life in my hand, Sun tinting the smoke blue, I, am ready. Young willow branches -Sarah Pence Drooping like sleepy eyes, Procrastination White noise of cicadas buzzing Procrastination clearing the mind I hold you tightly Stationary as wood, free as water Like a newborn baby clings to her mother My thoughts are a river You are now part of me Continuing on at a lazy pace. Enjoying every second without regret -Carli Hedrick Until the due date Blood pressure rises like a sudden tsunami hitting a coast Heart faster than a racehorse at a track My dog ate it My Internet was down I ran out of ink No, no, none of those work Suddenly I see everything Colors become auras The paper writes itself before my eyes Words fly towards my essay I’ve had two weeks and I couldn’t even start Now in five minutes everything is done. Got an A- I can live with that. Ready -Edson Sierra Waiting impatiently I stand teetering the line of childhood Crossing into my future Wanting nothing more but To step into freedom And to live in independence Excited To finally be a part of something bigger than myself I stand on my toes Anxious for that final call, telling me it's time Time to start my life To go from relying on myself Awaiting the mistakes and challenges that lie in front of me Telling me I can't Facing them with the cans and wills my loved ones send me Stepping over the line I hold my childhood in my pocket You are my Lucky Dog. And I’ll cry when you pass. -Nick Bautista Lucky Goodnight We were so young, when we first met. Little did you know, you were my pet. A whispered goodnight We were a team that raised hell in the house. Wisps willingly away into the moonlight. I shot the squirrel, and you ate the mouse. Sweetly tucked into bed, Black cloudy eyes, I’m staring back into. while sheep leap in your head. I know you can talk. So much we’ve been through. The clock ticks time till You’ll protect me from it all, I’ve seen it tomorrow comes around to do it all again. myself. You provided me safety, when I needed the help. So “goodnight grandfather clock” gone is today Whenever someone asked, I said I had two brothers. Good morning in the marrow. One that did not come from a human mother. A dog is more than a man’s best friend. He’ll always be family, that’s loyal to the end. I sat through it all, the seizures and tumors. My shoulder to cry on, about all the dumb rumors. Best friends come and go, but you’ve stayed forever. All the times that we had, could never be better. Rewind time, to when I was still small and still weak. Looking at you, demanding you speak. I knew you could talk, and I wanted to hear. After all, I told you everything. My secrets and fears. Now I’m all grown, and am in no need of protection.

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