2005/2006
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Mendocino Community High School 2005/2006 |
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Spindle-fingered archipelagos, searching,
spreading--grasping for home.
I come from mountain mosses, forests & trees,
endless exploration, imagination sets me free.
Swimming summers, and traveling winters
kingdoms of a youthful mind, ,crumbling,
changing, turning, binding, solidifying.
I come from mountain mosses, forests & trees
my teachers are the animals, four-legged and
gleeful as the breeze.
Cities of green and blue,
copper streets laden with jewels
Fearless electrons scatter the lawns,
Fiber-optic flea-markets, vendors selling
high-end fragrances and careless volts.
Triple-eyed old hags, matrix junkies trip
along the gold lines.
Bodhi H
12 th Grade, Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Sea of Words
A sea of words
of unfathomable size and depth
The sea that connects
the continents of civilization
The thirsty land of imagination
Takes in each molecule with greed
And from it arise forests
of thought, invention, and emotion
The forests from which we built the world
Still, the endless sea sits waiting,
a supply everlasting.
Mia J
9 th Grade, Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Enigma
We fall through this
existence like beads of life
from the clouds. The sweet smell
of orange splattering on a wall.
Splattering into the abysmal
mash of color.
We pack together
like maggots on a
corpse. Decaying,
biting into the light,
brewing the energy,
morphing the form, the soul,
sucking it into our
mangled mass.
We float along with
the sands on the wind.
What are we? Where are we?
And why are we here?
Josh T
12 th Grade, Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
4 Year Game
High school can frighten you
make you do things you don't wanna do
spitting lies to make your your ego rise
false ties with the cool guys
make sure no one hears your cries
'cause all eyes are on you
but don't get too scared
it's all about the clothes you wear
makin' friends do you dare
don't leave yourself too bare
'cause life definitely isn't fair
& this is called life squared
big flirts & homework
preppy parties, pecking parties
Like a food chain, don't take the blame
& it's so lame, best make sure
they remember your name
work your way to fame
but remember it's just a 4 year game.
Jessiah Mellott
9th Grade , Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
The Results Of Studying A Black & White Photograph; and myself
He's trying to blow bubbles.They won't form.
But he's not getting angry.
He looks concerned,
and mocks pouting,
faking frustration
so that the girls watching him
will laugh, and think he's cute.
And it always works, the whole act,
and they dig him,
think they want him,
think he's funny cool.
But he doesn't really love
or empathize, feel with them,
and he has commitment issues.
He's not unhappy, though,
no troubles.
He's just blowing bubbles.
Bing
10th Grade, Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
The Man from Nowhere
He's always around, he's from nowhere.
His grin is striking, it's always there.
He's standing there, he never sits.
He's always smiling, as if in bliss.
He's a puppeteer, without the strings.
He has detailed knowledge of all your fears.He'll whisper them, into your ear.
He's vampire, without bloodlust.
He has no weakness, not even trust.
He'll see you coming, au contraire.
He's actually the one that sent you there.
He's woven his web, he's catching flies.
He can tell when you'll demise.
He's immortal, but never lived.
He's going to decide, how it's all ended.
His face is hidden, except the grin.
He's happy with everything, he always wins.
He's taking his time, so best take care.
He'll always exist, that man from nowhere.Alexander H
11th Grade, Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Mercy
The sun falls in the west
As a black silhouette he runs
across the desert sand
A strong arm carries an AK47
He comes to a small village
Young children are asleep with hopes
to live another day
After months of bombing it's the
first peaceful night
Parents singing sweet lullabies of
faith to soothe the babies
Something's not right
The young man at only 21
hides among the shadows
He give signals to his men to
spread out
like a deadlin wind, all connected
they charge into the houses
The man sees a terrified woman
holding her child
Her husband is already dead from
the bombing a week ago
Screaming and gun shots fill the
air like poison
Women carrying their children
trying to escape, fall to the ground
But he's still standing there
looking with sad eyes at the
widow with her tears dropping on
her child
He raises his gun to where he
can aim and puts his finger
on the trigger
The woman starts to plead
She's on her knees begging and
protecting her child
He looks into her watery eyes
puts down his gun & like
he came, he slips out the
door without a sound & runs
into the starry night.
Taryn O
9th Grade, Mendocino Community HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
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