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Written by ashley
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Friday, 20 July 2007 |
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Please dont judge me by my face,
by my religion or my race.
Please dont laugh at what I wear,
or how I look or do my hair.
Please look a little deeper,
way down deep inside.
And although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes the secrets lie,
behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look a little deeper,
and maybe you will see.
The lonely little girl,
that lives inside of me.
Please listen carefully to her,
she'll show that she is insecure
Please try to be a friend to her,
and show her that you care.
Please just get to know her,
and maybe you will see.
That if you just look deep enough,
you'll find the real me.
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Written by Sondra
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Friday, 20 July 2007 |
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hurting every second of each day crying myself to sleep, thinking about why I'm living my life each day in pain, constintly wondering if im gonna live or die each day, feeling my soul being ripped out of my bodyfeeling constint pain in my heart
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Written by Kenzie
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Friday, 20 July 2007 |
don't even think
i don't feel
your fingertips
d a n c i n g
in the small of my back.
you know,
your collarbone
is the stuff
of dreams,
and your hands
are like magic.
i could spend
all night
watching the moon
bask
in the glory
of your skin,
its rays
playing
in the d ps and valleys
i
of your body.
lips curving,
a low laugh.
whisperskisseslittlebites.
whoneedsdreamswheni'vegotthis?
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Written by Sondra
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Thursday, 19 July 2007 |
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Staring at the bottle of pills and vodlka by my bed thinking
" Is my life worth living? Is it worth killing myself? How does it feel being dead?"
staring at the bottle of pills and vodlka wondering if anyone would notice them missing.
How would it feel dieing slowly? Would anyone care if im dead?
laying their helpless, staring at those pills and the bottle of vodlka just wondering, wondering if this is a bad idea.
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Written by Rebecca
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Wednesday, 18 July 2007 |
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We woke up from this dream and realized we needed to be seen and heard
unlike women in past generations, who when they opened their mouth to reveal the feelings in their minds their husbands shut them down like they were just a waste of time
my how far have we come
yet how little have we done
for now its the youth who need to be seen and not heard, yet we are the future
the future you have mapped out with cease, for if you dont allow us to speak now we shall forever hold our peace
so we cry out like women in past generetions who when they opened their mouth to reveal the feelings in their minds they were shut down like they were just a waste of time
youth we need to wake up and realize that we need to be seen and heard
for if we are not heard then no one can truly see the problems we face
cause the way we are being treated is a discrace
we need to open our mouths and reveal the feelings in our minds
and even if we are shut down like were nothing but a waste of time
scream louder
cause the future they have mapped out will cease if we contiune to hold out peace
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Written by Kenzie
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Wednesday, 18 July 2007 |
We were sitting there
in the low lit room---
body pressed to body,
legs tangled with legs,
fingers entwined.
I could feel the flush
( staining my cheeks )
and a film of h e a t
where her hand touched my hip.
my heart traveled
down
down
d w
o
n
following the trail of her fingertips
a c r o s s
the pale of my skin.
this is so [--------->right]
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Written by Kenzie
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Tuesday, 17 July 2007 |
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there are fingertips grazing,
legs entangled.
it's times like this that i know
you are never
q u i t e
close enough.
if i tried very hard,
i'm sure i could feel your heartbeat.
however--
i think that would almost be worse.
(knowing mine is different)
sometimes i wish the very core of me
could climb to the very core of you
just to hold you close
and safe
for always.
i'm not sure when it got like this
but it did
i tried to resist;
i swear i wasn't planning it.
butwarshavebeenfoughtforless.
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Written by Tevin Giles
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Monday, 16 July 2007 |
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What traction sets off what reaction?
In the heat of the moment,
we don't immediately go.
Survey the mishaps of ancestors gone.
We were wrong for avoiding the storm.
Mentors said closed doors will open still,
Leading to opportunities, storm filled.
Still,
mentors know when to get out of the way
And force us to graduate.
Mind playing tricks, running us crazy,
They think we're lazy,
Gelid, maybe.
For everyone on the run,
it's been fun Causing panic within the religious,
Thinking today God will be separate from the system,
And realizing they can never kill the God within.
Pushing to close the distance between God and Man...
When we stop,
we still move the wheel with birr.
We came close to leveling above the earth.
The insight gained from being,
oh so close Made us decide,
we'll just Go.
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Written by lakesha lafayett
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Sunday, 15 July 2007 |
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you accuse me of wrong-doing
but your so foolish you dont know
Im the victum and your murdering me so
what joy do you claim to burn me
burn me in amber flames
Though Id rather be swalled by the fire than stay here
For Hell now seems so dear
They all come to watch with no denial
As I walk bound by you its the Salem Trials
I smell the smoke under my feet
these amber flames sweeping me wiping away my soul
Not one speaks a words,later you'll be cursed
for letting me burn,burn in amber flames
My agonized scream is music to your ears
You look at me sweetly as if i had red wine tears
the heat boils my blood my sweat beginnig to flood
as these amber flames curl
Everyone dances and cheers for killing there so-called devil,Raising their hats for burning witchery evil
still you dont see you follwowed the others,believing their lies,Now your here burning me i dont see why
Im only ashes since then fluttering in the breezes of Salems past,Of your betrayal,of your mistakes
when you burned me in amber flames |
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Written by lakesha lafayett
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Sunday, 15 July 2007 |
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you accuse me of wrong-doing
but your so foolish you dont know
Im the victum and your murdering me so
what joy do you claim to burn me
burn me in amber flames
Though Id rather be swalled by the fire than stay here
For Hell now seems so dear
They all come to watch with no denial
As I walk bound by you its the Salem Trials
I smell the smoke under my feet
these amber flames sweeping me wiping away my soul
Not one speaks a words,later you'll be cursed
for letting me burn,burn in amber flames
My agonized scream is music to your ears
You look at me sweetly as if i had red wine tears
the heat boils my blood my sweat beginnig to flood
as these amber flames curl
Everyone dances and cheers for killing there so-called devil,Raising their hats for burning witchery evil
still you dont see you follwowed the others,believing their lies,Now your here burning me i dont see why
Im only ashes since then fluttering in the breezes of Salems past,Of your betrayal,of your mistakes
when you burned me in amber flames |
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