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Fort Bragg High School
2007/2008

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How can you love the chains that bind you to a bittersweet way of life?

A feeling that you can't explain or describe

that just exists between two lives in a braid of emotions that tangle into a confused existence.

That sticks you in a web of delight and sacrifice

When you have to choose between bliss of want and the intellect of need,

but dont know which one you want.

So you just stumble in between,

sometimes falling and crawling

but always getting back up.

When you want to have the rainbows and smiles of the restricted life,

and also the adrenaline and unpredictable insanity of freedom

but can only have one and not both in one being

When you love the idea of love but feel as if

your mind is in the dark playing tricks on you

and you don't know what's real and what's fake.

How do you decide between two greats, both with equal pros and cons?

How do you balance a teeter-totter with one person?

Or jump out of quicksand you thought you could take on?

What do you do if your damned if you stay and damned if you go?

How can you love the chains that bind you when you can look upon the vast plains

knowing you cant have both but have to choose between the two glories?

How do you choose?

StormyDay Vinson
9th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 

I don't write Poetry...

I don't write poetry...I spit in the face of verbs and adjectives. I severe the spines of rhythm and rhyme, and dance on the grave stones of dead poets. I stir in my sleep endlessly, enjoying the sound of Allen Ginsberg howl... in agony. But the last thing I would ever do...is write poetry. I don't write poetry...I laugh in the face of emotion, I watch compassion decay and squeeze the hearts of sad little poets. Pulling their heart strings, making girly men dance like cryptic marionettes, while the world admires my juggernaut strength. I don't write poetry...my muscle mass exceeds my vocabulary, with ignorance grazing every muscle fiber. Tangling every frustration that I've kept bottled up. This bottle will one day explode, and shards of glass will puncture every weak little poet I know. I don't write poetry... seriously I don't write poetry. Roses are violets are blue... Are you kidding me?!! I'll beat down every beat poet and give them a new rhythm to dance to. Repetitive rhymes send shock waves down my spine; I can't give the time or even the authority to prosecute this crime. I wouldn't spare a dime, damn it turn into a mime so I can steal your lime...light. So I can steal your confidence and make you feel small and in the end you'll love me. Not for who I am but for nothing at all.

Taylor Todd
Fort Bragg High School

 

 

Standing alone on the edge, I should be ashamed

For everything I did is brutally deranged

Know it feels like the world on my shoulder

And I feel in my way

May just be a boulder

So bleed away the hate, the dark, the fear

Breath in the love, the passion, and the spark of courage

Let the love return to the body

So that way no longer ashamed of what so brutally you are ashamed of, so let the love fly in and feel it take over your body

Let it permeate

Let it pervade

Let it dissolve into wholeness

No long longer be ashamed to let go

Of the fear

Love is something not to be ashamed of

Unless love hurt you

in many ways

The ways you also hurt love

An even exchange

Love may be hurtful but life is going to be that way

And so I back away from the edge

Feeling the rock

Under my feet

Group Poem, Emily Inwood Class
9th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 

poetry class

i don't like poetry

nothing really comes to me

i think i will go insane

no thoughts are surviving in my brain

instead of being here at school

i could be some where like the pool

oh! wait i think i have got it

never mind my brain just shot it

all of this strain

is only stress to my brain

i wish i could get off this hard seat

wait class is over now i can eat

wow that was really tough

i guess I'm no good at this poetry stuff

Stephen Martinez
9th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 

 

Sleep

Sleep as if you never slept before sleep as if you have a queen sized bed and you don't have to share it sleep as if you are having the best dream in the world and you don't want to wake up sleep until one day the world will by yours and that no one can take it and that everything the world can give you is already yours but when you do wake up and life is already bad just remember the dream and hope for a even better one.

Vincent Spalliero-Goyette
9th Grade, Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

Two Haiku

Tweaks are very weird

Biting nails and twisting heads

It's all in the drugs

Little shreds of glass

Broken windows from a house

Cutting hands and feet

Destiny Bill
Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 

She is beautiful

She can be hurt easily

So always love her

Salvador Jara
Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 

Haiku

6 feet deep mom sleeps

resting her hardened cold head

watching over me

Malcom Clark
Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 

Six Haiku

Stupid syllables

I'm really not good with them

They kill my poor brain

I'm not inspired

By the poems of others

I inspire myself

Beating, hitting, slam

Aggression, adrenaline

How To Drum Thirteen

Tappity, tap tap

The futile dance of magic

Of pen and paper

The Chains That Bind Us

L Lawliet, Light Yagami

Our Poison Apple Love

Tora Ware
Fort Bragg High School
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet Teacher

 

 


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