2006/2007
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Mendocino Middle School 2006/2007 |
My Soul's CreationWriting smoothly, line after line
emptying out my full, crazy mind
not noticing the dull ache in my hand
writing about a magic, faraway land.
Emptying out my full, crazy mind
lost in the depths of my own creation
not noticing the dull ache in my hand
using my soul's words and punctuation.
Lost in the depths of my own creation
drawing a picture taken from deep inside me
using my soul's words and punctuation
making my story so intense, but with delicacy.
Drawing a picture taken from deep inside me
not noticing the dull ache in my hand
making my story so intense, but with delicacy
writing smoothly, line after line.
Kaitlyn R, 8th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Pamela Duncan, Classroom Teacher
What Boys Need
Boys need to know
how to pick their fights
And how to get and keep
the girl they want
They need to learn to lead
and follow at the same time
They need to let out emotions
but stay calm while they do
They need to stay on the path
and keep their pace
They need to keep their friends close
and learn to stay true to what they follow
Jacob G, 7th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Pamela Duncan, Classroom Teacher
Pain
Pain is the friend of civilization. He watches
with his young red eyes at the world.
He jumps oceans and leaps continents.
He is inside the gun
he runs with the arrows
He drives the tanks
onto the great battlefield.
Pain is the living fire of the world.
He is the thing in your mind.
He is the shadow of the web.
He's the broken glass.
He is the fire that will not die.
Joe B, 6th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Lynda Cinnamon, Classroom Teacher
Winter Storm
One man, daring the winter hollow
One road, for him to follow
One home, that house of stone,
One place, to call his own
No friends, to aid his journey,
No light to help him stand
Only white, for him to see
Only snow, to quench his need
Doomed, to the demon's flight
Falling, under the waves of white
Realizing, what he missed
Disappearing, in the land of mist.
Niko G, 7th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Pamela Duncan, Classroom Teacher
White Void
The majestic merlin soaring
through the mist that creates
an illusion of a void. An
orchid growing toward the
sun that it can never reach,
the silence blotting,
sun blotting the sky:
white silence
white mist,
white opal.
Brannan C, 6th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Lynda Cinnamon, Classroom Teacher
She is the Messenger
A sparrow flies through the night skywith determined eyes of opal
Her strong wings push her forward
She is propelled by her calling.
Through the black sky she dances
like a gazelle, running free.
She is a messenger. Like a dolphin
swimming through the sea
with a white rose
clamped in its beak.
Like a butterfly with mango eyes
She pursues her impossible goal.
She is the messenger
She carries the world on her
broad shoulders. She is love.
She is hate
She is hope
She is betrayal
She is passion
She is the messenger.
Christyna R, 6th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Lynda Cinnamon, Classroom Teacher
Nature's Fury
The twins of darkness and fear
Each with their own reason to be angry
There is symmetry, just symmetry,
and beautifully executed power.
Like the inevitable pull of gravity
Constantly attempting to bring you down.
Only with the ancient passion to fuel them on.
Logan R, 8th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Pamela Duncan, Classroom Teacher
I Will Be...
I will be spring,Opening flowers, banishing
The cold, hard chill of
Winter.
I will be the peachy
Sunset rising before
The stars and ending
Before the moon.
I will be a golden piece
Of the sun spun into
A twirl of light, fiery
To touch.
I will be a silvery piece
Of the moon, spun into
A necklace so radiant, I
let off silvery-blue light.
I will be the perfect world
Where unicorns roam, lions
Play with lambs, cities fly,
Where there is no hate, no
Despair, no fear, only
Happiness....
Cecile M, 6th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Lynda Cinnamon, Classroom Teacher
A Lady In Red
Death skips in, in her flowing red gowngrasping your hand and smiling,
guiding you,
playing her flute as you skip,
leading you.
She takes down her hood and you see her face,
smiling and laughing.
Her coal black hair, whipping round,
twirling faster and faster
She pulls you into her spin
taking you
toward
calm
stillness,
A never ending dance of darkness.
Michelle M, 6th Grade
Mendocino Middle School
Lynda Cinnamon, Classroom Teacher
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