Fort Bragg High School
2003/2004
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7:00 AM Breaks
This hour is rigid against my tongue
A tart and coldness enters my thoughts
Carnies are everywhere screaming mean, intruding things
There is no entrance or exit in this amusement park
I am lost
This is the hour of the toothbrush
As a door is being ripped open
At this time, there is an agitating bark
A persistent meow
Begging eyes watch as nothing comes in hope
Some are eating
The lucky ones: they have time
Opening their eyes to watch TV
Yet in the events of this hour
a cold shadow is broken by a harsh illumination
It wears a black tie sagging at the knot
An unhappy smile looking down
A ripped blue hat tilts to the left
Worn, stretched slacks drag on the carpet
Restless, it wishes for quickness and readiness
It's enemy is tire and comfort
Though no fear will stop this hour.
It has begun.Luke Lintott
10th grade, Fort Bragg High School
Connie Turrentine, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher
86
My failure is so evident,
I cannot hide the torment,
Face first to the earth,
Plagued by the earthly mindset,
I cannot escape my basement,
face first to the earth,
Hands around my neck,
I might as well bow with shame,
Overmatched,
Outweighted,
defeat is my only name,
I believe everything you tell me,
You've got me convinced I'm guilty,
I'd better close my eyes and sleep,
Runaway 'cause tomorrow's a better day,
This is your hour when darkness reigns
This is your hour when truth divides
This is the hour.Paul Oliphant
10th grade, Fort Bragg High School
Connie Turrentine, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher
It's five o'clock in the morn
Everything seems so forlorn
The runner runs with a scowl on his face
Cuz everyone thinks he's a nutcase
A huge ugly truck roars by
He is a smart guy
Not wasting his time
It's hard to rhyme
When you don't get much sleep
And people think you're sort of a creep
But screw 'em.
They're still in their beds
Letting the softness get into their heads
The runner is almost done
He thinks it is fun
Seeing the light glow from the street
But he is tired, wants to take a seat
he finally gets back to his house
Makes just a little more noise than a mouse
And sits and waits for the sun to come
And his body to stop feeling so damn numb.Jack Welter
10th grade, Fort Bragg High School
Connie Turrentine, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher
I am not who you think Iam
I am afriend who listens to words you speak
I am the one that laughs as you scream
I am full of songs you don't know
I am lit without fuel added to the brush
I'm ashamed of those who look
I am the one who knows what you don't feel
I am shaped like a light waiting to blink
I am the kid who never saw my second chance
I am the blue in the water that no one can see
I am a person who walks down the stree
that is lost, I am not who you think I am.Sara Wimberley
10th grade, Fort Bragg High School
Connie Turrentine, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher
Genius
The world will be what I want to do
My thoughts will shape the world
I am not the person you think I am
I am not actually a bored teen in the back
I am not the druggy on the corner
I am the one who will shape the world
with my thoughts
I will not need your petty acceptance
into your social clique
I will go beyond you and meet my dreams
I will shape the way that your world
interacts with you
I am not the student who sleeps in class
I am not the one who will be left behind
For I am the one who will ride
on the breaking crest of the future.Gus Walzer
10th grade, Fort Bragg High School
Connie Turrentine, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher
11:00 pm
This is the hour in which I cry
It tastes so bitter and feels so sandy
It wears my thoughts and fondles my emotions
This the hour in which I am full of questions
It tries to answer
It tries to explain
Its dim, conflicted light shines before me
with unanswered questions
and unanswered explanations
It tries so hard but I'm still alone
I'm still alone.Jessica Paz
10th grade, Fort Bragg High School
Connie Turrentine, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher
Apollo's Cloak
When can night see where darkness haunts us?
This darkness dies after soon risen suns horizon
It's aftersheen on my torso glared into the night's cold gaze.
In dim shadow sunlight, "no more darkness," he whispers.In Ice and Glances, afterlife fades gently
In all my disappearing nights when black and blue are blended
I'm lightly driven
To lightly kindle the night in lockhold gates
I feel simply smitten and die...die, choking on words.I stand, stunned, and stare into the sun itself
And curse it under the sheltering, dark cloak I carry
I shiver and feel the night so deeply enchanted.I embrace the night as all spirits relish in speaking draftly phrases
Then the first morning stall shall die with fear of night
Let all evening dust fade as shades grow dim
And turn our journey into and amber escapade.Alena Mitchell,
12th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Scott Meltsner, Poet-Teacher
A Bridge to Stand On
Outside looking down on me,
Outside the view is so much more,
How could I be?
One side of me you love,
One side of me you hate,
All that I fought to keep is all I had to leave,
You hate me 'cause I never go away,
You love me because I never stay away,
Replacing the heart felt hungers inside you to keep the children weeping,
Inside of me,
My soul is pleading for the distortion called freedom,
Bleeding petals of my mind,
Slitting our wrists for sympathy,
The black lines of our truthless fate,
Out of the ashes comes something real,
Breathing on beginning,
I have received my wish,
The cold hatred and deceit I have come to hold so dear,
Set out to find a love,
To live a life,
To stay awake,
And allow the excess to harm me,
But now it's just a reflection of this place.
Paul Oliphant
10th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Scott Meltsner, Poet-Teacher
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