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one halfof me
resides in the pueblo Laguna
with the pallor of endless sands washed in
winds from every direction,
the dance of saccharine shadows.
the other half
is a flower child,
raised among hanging laundry,
silk blouses,
and the sienna world of tiny photographs.
In some strange quantum collision,
I became
this:
a cellophane being with art flowing forcefully from my sides
as though it will never end;
a tepid bath of blackness
in which I drown my thoughts;
a solitary rheumy blot
that stains the skin where it has opened.
I am familiar with tears,
sodium chloride and dihydrogen monoxide,
that cut familiar paths along the shell of my mask.
Jade B
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
Rooted LightsThe lights turn her eyes into reflections of a drama movie
figures of the past written between the cracks of her teeth.
A fake smile which is plastered there.
A secret life.
Poisoned dye, rooted hair.
Burning, turning her hair into another shade
maybe lime green?
For she has to change.
To put a mask over the fakeness.
She doesn't want to be a zombie.
Razor teeth, eating the lies that the graveyard gives.
White roses lay on a tomb.
Turning acorpse into another body.
Acid rain burns holes in a book.
Jazz and wine run through her mouth and ears.
Dreaming of the "green creature"
full of snakes.
Orange tea with honey
to wash her fears down.
Calmness.
She would try anything for the fear to never come back.
Maybe the only way is for her to change.
Change her name.
A name which she would bite her tongue if she heard it.
The taste of paint and water in her mouth.
A picture of her life.
An emptiness inside a broken mirror.
The lights turn off.
Ariel M
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
That night was the fightThe metal burning kettle was all
The blowing of steam I mean
In the past it was a blast
The young mind felt she was kind
Mother was the greatest
And before that I lived in the street
Full of the heat
Yet sometimes it rained giving us pain
But that night was the fight
over the kettle
Started small and gradually grew
Hun I'm threatening you with a gun
She cried and lied
She took and booked, <leaving>
Was I or maybe him, I couldn't win
I did not feel that I could heal
My poor dad who became very mad
We hoped she would be back
Soon couped that she'd cracked
This I saw was a new
My life changed, rearranged
I didn't want to be become of something great, undone
I feel I should be sorry
I must take care
I had no past now, but how
I became the gun and they were the trigger.
Tyler B
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
Just A CloudDo you see that cloud?
You see it now don't you!
In front of you all that time
Now you take the time to look and study
I'm next to you
Do you see me?
Maybe you shouldn't see me
Maybe I should leave the room
Then, you could go do your business
Then, I could go do my business
Then, we could stare through a window
And glance at each other
I'm not here to be a pain in your behind
I'm just here to be here
Just to be seen
Do you see me now?
Chris Dahl
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
Huh?Who am I? A plastered face that sits and waits for someone to walk by and
say, "hi!", a fake smile pinned up automatically. Some people know that
what I show is mundane, insane, and not sincere. I walk the rope and
nearly choke. I dwell in me, trying to find exactly what it is I am. The
colors of my mind swirl and twirl as smoke that lingers, rising from a
fire playing with my nose. It has been said, I am so certain, so perfect,
so absolutely knowing, but I'm not. You thought you knew, I thought I
knew, but it goes on, and I still can't find myself. It gets to hazy, I
am so lazy! Do I try? I want to fly and stay away. I don't know me.
Karina B
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
Untie Your Christmas RibbonsThere's a room.
It's dark.
In the middle, there's a bucket.
There is a bucket filled with liquid ignorance. Black ignorance.
And here you come,
You're a sponge.
You're the sponge.
You're the sponge that soaks up every ounce of that ignorance.
I'm not a hypocrite.
We are all ignorant.
But you
You've got it all.
You look at me, and you just don't see.
Your eyes are milky white.
You're blind.
But so are they.
They still see me.
Why can't you?
Why are you so wrapped up in your own Christmas ribbons?
Why can't you just unravel?
Why can't you just listen?
I pour myself into the bucket.
My lively green form mixes with the black.
You dip yourself into the bucket.
The bucket is vacant of the dark ignorance.
All that's left,
Is me.
Lauren D
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
I used to be an angelWith white billowing wings
But one by one
My feathers fell out
As if plucked
By the tiny hands
Of guilt and sin.
I once was a hippie
With waist-length hair
And a ferret collection
But one by one
The ferrets ran away
As if guided
By the piper
Of restriction and society.
I would like to be the clouds
Right before it rains
Deep and dark
On the verge of destruction
Ready to release
My inner chaos.
I could be a bicycle
On the streets of Friedrichshaven
Ready to roll
Augustus Gloop to the Chocolate Factory
Or ET back home.
I will be an echo
That lingers in your ears
As you ride home
Two hours to Elk
Maybe you're remembering me.
Bryna T
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
I Wish I Lived In CandylandI wish I lived in Candyland
With my gumdrop buttons and my candy hearts on my sleeve
With gingerbread men who are so delectable
That you just want to eat'em up
And gingerbread women who all look the same
Except for the occasional eccentric frosting dress.
I wish I lived in Candyland
Where our weapons of mass destruction would just be
Candy-cane guns that shoot jujube bullets
That just stick to the soldiers' fruit-roll-up jackets.
I wish I lived in Candyland
Where jolly ranchers use twizzler lassos
To round up snicker cows and cotton candy sheep.
And marshmallow bunnies and chocolate frogs
Hop around chicken peeps as they cheep
While robins lay malt-ball eggs.
I wish I lived in Candyland
Where gummy bear sailors
Sail on the good ship lollipop
And save lives with lifesavers.
I wish I lived in Candyland
My best friends would be Mike and Ike.
We'd all be smarties and nerds
And we'd have a full attire of candy buttons and necklaces
And laugh like taffy while debating
How many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop
Or whether to have pushpops or ring pops.
And bust open root beer barrels and collect the bottle caps.
I wish I lived in Candyland
Where sweet-tarts gaze up at the starbursts and exchange hershey kisses
And jawbreakers yell while listening to pop rock.
And now and later doesn't refer to time.
I wish I lived in Candyland
Where the biggest concern is whether gobstoppers will last forever
Or whether the oompa loompas will fall off the pez brick wall
"Will the fireballs melt my icecubes?"
Wasting time watching runts play dodgeball with gumballs.
I wish I lived in Candyland where the cause for craziness
Is just too many pixy stix.
I wish I lived in Candyland
Where the biggest threat would be
Lollipop fiends, candy bars, and fake cigars
That could lead to a chocolate massacre.
Kylie G
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
I love youbut
the way your eyes look at me
the way they make me melt,
it makes me hate you.
I love the way you want to know
everything
how I'm doing
how I feel
If I'm happy
But I hate you for it.
I hate that you're always there for me
but I love you for it.
I hate that I feel like I can never stop
loving you.
I know I'll have to.
Soon enough the end of the year will come.
We'll have to go our separate ways.
I love you
but
the way your eyes look at me
the way they make me melt,
it makes me hate you.
Alicia H
10th grade, FBHS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher
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