MPitS - Anderson Valley High School

MPitS

Anderson Valley Jr/High School

2009/2010

New Skin.

At last that dry, festering, peeling, foul shell has fallen from my earth-bound shoulders.
Despicable pros flung from sharp-scaled tongues.
All beauty ceased; run dry by lack of attention, lack of necessity.
Paper spent on useless rhymes.
A nighttime lost with hollow footsteps.
Empty words match empty hearts....
but pleading hands grasp willing breaths.

Fallen glances, graceful gestures
waiting sighs and longing pauses

Paper spent on useless rhymes.
Communication lost,
with unwillingness to talk.
Complete paralysis.

Words tumble from ruined lips....
no meaning...no....no.....

Why in need do we so despair?!
Why in fear do we so cower?!
Why in pain, so defend?
Why in trust, so betray?

But to shuck off such unholy impressions..
Would be to lose Loving Sorrow to whom I have grown so accustomed.

But light is found in the darkest of abysses.
Hovering perilously, poised for destruction...
a hand is seen..... reaching down through velvet folds of comforting denial....
fingers outstretched, their own world of softness.

Prostrate eyes flutter,
O, garish light, how I shunned you when you called!
But welcome now, embraces sweet as honey.

Wounds still red from unseen flays,
but careful doctor with thread fashioned from the heart
will fix all hurts and erase all woes.

Restore beauty.
New buds of laughter, fresh upon the bough.
Rebuild. Save.

Again awake and greet Sir Sun with grins and waves!
Again run and cherish the rush of blood and sting of wind.

Paper spent on useful rhymes.
Words now with a purpose.

I thank you for my skin.
Soft, and clean to touch.
Devoid of the past, but for rare occasions.
And on those, I feel your hands..... cool and soothing..
Yet warm and enticing.

Yes, o yes, I thank you for my skin.
The banner of a broken heart is no suit to wear while in the company of decent people.
Yes, o yes.
I thank you for my skin.

Olivia
Grade 10, Andersen Valley High School Poetry Slam Team

I am challenged by deep thought,
fueled by lack of knowledge about myself.

Roe
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

Red rosie layers
wrapped again and again,
petals folding in on one other
branching off from a delicate green stem
protected by small sharp thorns.
Closed, holding their beauty inside
or open, revealing their full ofference.
Either way,
there’s something hidden
that we always wonder about.

Elena
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

Mi casa es un castillo
con su propio caracter.
My house is a castle
with a mind of its own.
Es grande y bella,
llena de memorias
de mi pasado, presente, y quizas de mi futuro.
It’s big and beautiful,
full of memories of my past, present, and maybe my future.
Es donde he crecido
y compartido alegrias y tragedias con mi familia.
This is where I’ve grown
and shared happy moments and tragedies with my family.
Es en donde yo creci y tome mis primeros pasos.
It’s where I’ve grown and taken my first steps.
Esta es mi casa, mi dulce casa.
This is my home, my home sweet home.

Marisol
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

It follows me like a shadow.
Elle me suit comme une ombre.
Neither large or small,
beauty judged by my mood.
Where is it? Just there!
Toujour la pour moi dans mon coeur.
Quand je me tombe et quand je me leve
avec mon frère et mes parents.
My house is here, always ready for when I fall,
helping me up with all my family.

Maxence
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

I am that heart,
that broken down heart.
I am that heart, never taken seriously. I am that broken heart
that will never be repaired again

Lupita
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

I am numero uno,
number one.
I come from the montanas.
They shed sacred water,
agua sagrada, to my valley.
We swim in water.
We bathe in water. We drink water.
Somos agua. We are water

Jesse
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

La vida es como un durazno
que con el tiempo va madurando.
Se endulza y toma su color.
Cuando lo saboreo
quisiera comermelo de una mordida.
Yo se que debo esperar
para sentir los pasos de la vida,
cada capa de sabor.
Puedo encontrar color amargo o dulce.
Que se yo?
Se ve sabroso.
Me invita a saborearlo.
Que durazno tan jugoso!

Cristina
Andersen Valley Jr/Sr High School
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

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