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. If I could go back, I’d have no other selection. You were the best, a little kid could ever ask. Graduation The days are numbered That light we sprinted towards at the end of the tunnel is now across the room. The years of laughs and tears, Endless hours wishing we were somewhere else, preferably bed, are behind us. In years to come, they'll fade like memories- The fights. The breakups . The quizzes we failed. Good will stay, though, The game we won. The dear friends. Even favorite teachers and their classes. Keep them close, and remember. Remember Your life Before the "Grown up World". -Carli Hedrick

A Day at the Beach the sound of southern handed friendly southern hospitality The ocean is my metronome small towns of everyone knowing everybody the only home I’ve ever known. the small downtown of everyone knowing everybody It’s a comforting voice the small downtown main street a steady hand, a friendly place that was there when your great grandma was young time stops, while the oceans roar takes my mind I am from off the day. The great state of Arkansas Time stops for me, but for everyone else the -Storm Grisham world turns on. Suddenly that glistening sea Pictures will be only a memory. Him and I A nostalgic sight, We never get along of a childhood fleeting We fight over everything away. Even picking a song. -Megan Webster But in this moment Everything’s sane It’s like we’re in the eye Of this hurricane. Nothing’s wrong The sun is shining No one’s fighting No one’s whining. You’re like a bug Buzzing in my ear But no matter what I love you dear. I love this moment I am from You and I I am from Oh I miss these days wading in the freezing water How time goes by. while the sun peeks its head - Jordan Haughton-James over the tall dark trees hearing quacks over head and gun shots in the distance I am from Razorback nation calling of the hogs every kickoff the great southern tailgating the smell of ribs and pork straight off the grill I am from The natural state rummaging through diamond mines hoping today is your lucky day coming out with dirt from head to toe sad, and empty handed I am from Fading cuts and bleeding scars Los Angeles An iron heart and broken bars I am from, Living death and breathing fire The clear Pacific coast, You seem to drown in earth’s desire Where the waves tower over the people, Don’t take for granted what you have today And the salt air lingers on your tongue. And say the things you’d never say I am from, Live every moment like it’s your last A city where you can see the stars Don’t get caught up, what’s passed has passed And where the birds chirp every morning, If it wasn’t over it wouldn’t be called the past As you walk over to your school. So live the moment, but not too fast I am from, Because soon enough the moment is gone The birth place of Californication, But it’s too late; you’ve already moved your pawn Where people go to find their dreams, There’s no going back, no redo Or go to find themselves. Don’t ask who cares because you know that we do I am from, We love your life, we love your soul Block parties at every holiday, We love your all, we’d pay the toll Never seeing a drop of rain, Don’t ever leave because if you do And huge hills that seem like small mountains. I’ll just keep running back and even follow you I am from, -Kensley Phillips A big white beach house, With the smell of freshly cut grass, And a banister you could slide down every day. I am from, Ice cream in the summer, And snowboarding in the winter, In snow as soft as the clouds. I am from, A small neighborhood in a big city, Where everyone knows their neighbor, And the community is one big, happy family.

I am from, Los Angeles, California. -Jackie Budidharma Words

Say what you want to say Like an animal Don’t hold it in As if it was dying It will only get worse Stomping like herds but I’ve already told you once As you think about it over and over again Use your words You take three steps forwards To be pulled four steps back -Jamese Franklin Use your words open your mouth That’s why it’s there You live in the south You lay in your bed wide awake Staring hopelessly Filled with hate Rolling and sighing

“Sister Friend” My sister friend then, My sister friend then.

Waves are crashing

But more than just our smiling faces,

An amplitude of fear,

Soon to take us to all new places.

Little do we know our lives Passing By Will soon be flooded, Faded so fast, By that stupid drunk driver, gone, I’m sure was cold-blooded. drifted so far from what we were. I never will forget the day you were I see you now, moving and it's all a blue. Cause when the phone rang Pass each other by, The look in my mom’s eyes were more like nothing ever way. than disapproving. But the memories still play, You moved the same day, over in my head. But not on such a high note. Pretend like you don't know me, I shed enough tears, enough to fill a Really, go ahead. mote. -Leacy Kelley A mote of fear for losing my best friend,

Just not a few miles away but without end.

I thank God today

That you are okay.

And always remember our smiling faces

As the waves still crash in your and my graces.

And so for now,

There will be no ciao,

My sister friend then,

My sister friend now.

-Megan Farrell Trust Fall blissfully landing on the forest floor. Spring forward. Fall back The sprite's choose a leaf to windsurf into clichéd crunchy leaves as they sing their autumn song. into cinnamon spiced lattes, pumpkin patches, From afar the golden leaves blanket the slasher movies sky. and linked fingers Countless numbers of sprites wings attached to flannel clad arms. seem to glide in all directions. Fall back into apple pies and With every gust of whispering wind, chilly grass to watch clouds as like travelers of the breeze- light as your heart the leaves, silently guided by the sprites drift by in the crisp wind. through the autumn skies on their Fall back peaceful journey. and enjoy your last Halloween at home. The leaves of gold form into a trail. Fall back and A trail that lead to the sprite's home. give thanks. The fragile leaves transform Fall back and into a castle upon the majestic soil. trust that I won’t let you fall. The day draws to a close. -Jackie Venezia The carpeted forest floor catch the last of the light, An autumn skylight like tiny windows creeps though in the sprite's home of leaves. an ominous grey fog. -Casey Honowitz

A rainbow of mist floats upon the dew laden leaves. The Aspen-Birch leaves that cling to the branches flutter in the wind, like graceful wings of a garden sprite. Each leaf takes flight in colors of yellow and gold,

The Past I think that’s not it, Years pass by there’s someone else right, Time ticks away but will they be me?, Spending so much of the present You said that I, Trying to escape from the past was the “very best ever”, that no guy would do, A different person now what I do for you, Changed over the course of time I’m always there, Stronger now than before I listen to what you say, But the past is still there, hidden We’ve been through it all, Like a shadow in the night I caught all your tears, BUT a puppet I was, It lashes out like a whip and you pulled my strings, Unplanned and unprepared you were the mastermind, behind my defeat, Not knowing what to think but letting you go easy, And unrecognizable you is something I can’t do, Ashamed, guilty, and torn for when you said “I love you”, Like you were thrown back in time I thought it was the truth, -Jackie Budidharma I’m just your crying shoulder, your fall boy when you pain, when you can’t find no one else, and you think you’ve gone insane, I wish I could hate you, but I can’t because I, will care for you forever, till the day that you die. - Zan Williams

The Puppet Kiss me my darling, and lie through your teeth, make me a believer, of something unreal, what makes you unhappy?,

Artist Bios!!

1. Nick Bautista: Very mature and old for his age-enjoys lacrosse and romantic walks on the beach.

2. Carli Hedrick: Enjoys laughing and browsing the internet for pictures of fruit.

3. Megan Farrell: Excited for graduation; however, her eyes frequently well up with tears at the thought.

4. Paula Wilkinson: Strong believer in women’s rights and likes cheetahs.

5. Kelsey Fitzhugh: Super athletic- intends to compete in the Iron Man.

6. Alex Zack: Has a photographic memory and really wants to be valedictorian: can get into Hogwartz.

7. Edson Sierra: Extremely fast and a super duper soccer player.

8. Elizabeth Rainey: From London- not a morning person.

9. Kiana Dessasure: Enjoys telling people how she feels…doesn't want to join the Navy.

10. Leacy Kelly: Plans to become America's Next Top Model; if that doesn't work, she plans on becoming a lawyer.

11. Austin Wine: Enjoys walking his chihuahua in cowboy hats by the beach.

12. Jamese Franklin: Very loud and is currently being drafted into the WNBA.

13. Cheri McCandless: A Seahawk cheerleader and number one cheerleader for Sarah Pence.

14. Sarah Pence: Also a cheerleader and will be a Cowboys Cheerleader next football season.

15. Sami Oliveira: Loves butterflies, and apparently hates the word moist.

16. Kensley Phillips: Writes a lot of depressed poems and is going to be a machine gunner in a helicopter for the Air Force.

17. Jackie Budidharma: A sophomore who occasionally gets away with wearing jeans on senior day…joining the PGA tour.

18. Matt Handley: Is in ROTC so that he doesn't have to participate in gym class…believes in the power of education.

19. Leyda Mejia: Extremely outspoken, very sweet and LOVES talking.

20. Storm Grisham: Was just drafted to the Yankees, will start as a first baseman. 21. Cynthia Sturgis: Will be the opening act in this year’s American Pie; loves poetry and teacher cadet classes-class of 2012 has been her favorite class of all time!!

22. Jordan Haughton- James: Works out 7 days a week and is trying to become the world’s strongest woman.

23. Monte Anderson: WORLDS STRONGEST MAN! Loves dogs.

24. Jaime Hernandez: He has the best mohawk around, call him if you are thinking about getting one.

25. Casey Honowitz: Coolest freshman ever, exceptional poet.

26. Zan Williams: Very good poet, and has a very, very large tongue.

27. Jackie Venezia: Going to be the first woman President of the United States..

28. Megan Webster: Megan Farrell's little prodigy.