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Brain Storm
In this World: inside my head is
- the only place for me-
Drip,
Drip, Drip-
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
-All in Drops-
Love, Life, and Religion
-All in Drops-
Pain, Loss, and Sacrifice
-All in Drops-
Peace, Harmony, and Beauty
-All in Drops-
Affliction, Bigotry, and Criticism
-All in Drops-
Rejoice, Praise, and Respect
-All in Drops-
These drops make up our lives, our souls
Each one rippling the surface and altering our appearance
You can greet them or disregard them with an umbrella of nescience
Whichever you choose, remember to be wise because these drops make up our world
Drip
Drip
Drip
Jamiee W
12th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
The DinerWho is the man that
Has just walked into
my place of piece?
"Hey'a doll face!" He says
so arrogantly as if it were
my name This man
which I know not
His name with presence
as strong as a rhino wears
A chalky white hat with a
velvety black ribbon His suit
a dark cold night
navy, crisp and clean
His smell of fresh
after shave fills the
diner he thinks he
knows something about
me he doesn't, he doesn't even know
I am judging with every second of silence that passes?
What deep hole has
he come out of
His face looks hard as rocks jagged with no smooth
edges aged and worn His eyes
lonely and empty the still peacock
blue says nothing they give no
hints or clues they share only
mystery And who is this man
buying me a drink? Does he
think I am not capable of buying
my own? Does he not see the
pearly white mug sitting beside
me?
He sees nothing this man
Is cursed
with no chance
to repair
This man is blind
with no chance to see the many beauties
and colors I SEE
this man is blind!
Geneva C
12th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
Sands of Time
At the dunes of sand
I lay and look over all the land
the cool breeze blows
and still I have sand between my toes
On the king of the dunes rests a flag
It was crafted from a clothen bag
Many contrasts lie there
Like different colors in your hair
The sun beats hot during the day
But at night it goes away
For miles and miles you can explore
Nothing but sand upon its floor
At these dunes lie no distractions
Just a lot of time to think of your actions
You're always running in my mind
Forever running
In the sands of time
Brian C
12th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
Does it scare you who I am?
Does it scare you who I am?
For the person looking at you is nothing but a shell.
If only my lips could tell you what my eyes have seen, but the fear
that you would
run and not return
plays over and over
in my mind.
If only my lips could tell you what my ears have heard, but those words
can leave you senseless
or even fill you
with despair.
If only my lips could tell you what my heart has felt, but the emotions
are too great.
One minute so alive, the next like Jell-O - unable to move
by your own free will but
moved by any other force.
But the clock has ticked and this is the person time has molded me to be.
If you're willing to find out who this is
then let me know you are there
For you never truly know until you find out
So, does it scare you who I am?
Tati N
12th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
To Label My HickieDon't label my hickie Its mine it should have the
label I give it
some say its trashy
Don't label my hickie Its mine it is what it is to me
some say it sloppy
Don't label my hickie Its mine , to name it as I please
Some call it a brand as if I were cattle
Don't label my hickie Its mine , it's a way of my expression
Some call it a hater mark
Don't label my hickie Its mine , the person that ever so
lovingly placed it on my body is hardly a hater
I call it a mark of passion
It is mine ! A sign that I have chosen to be accepting of
the feelings that have been trust upon me
Don't label my hickie Its mine!
Geneva C
12th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
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