MPitS - Point Arena High School

MPitS

South Coast High School
2002/2003

War Song

Launch a barrage into the skies
and cloud my mind
with thoughts of peace
after Hell's fiery feast
basilisk to beast
we all do our part to unleash
terror that thrives on the weak
and lines of the poor
now ask me what is war
a vicious cycle of rightousness above understanding
so we are demanding
that our views are still standing
as the truth in a booth a cage to fester the rage
upon page and page
so launch the first wave
and try to take my freedom away
I'll come back in your nightmares till the grave
children be brave
we are not dying the slave
that worked till his final days
we are not dying afraid
till death becomes my fage
I'm holding my faith
war is rape

~Brandon Wilder, 12 grade

(untitled)

My blood and brother tell me I ain't true
but I know who I am so who the fuck is you
they tell me to give up, lose
but that's not the path I choose
so I take a walk home, my pride is bruised
I take a grip of my pen and write

I am who I am believe this as truth
my only enemy is my father's roots
why can they judge by the books cover
when they haven't read a page and wondered
wondered who really has a grip on the truth
so I ask them
who the fuck is you

~Brandon Wilder, 12 grade

Innocence Lost

Peace is flying high with the gods tickling their toes.
War is like a blanket of death and hatred
tossed upon the land.
The bombs go by like leaves in the fall.
Children crying, hungry; wails from their lost parents
shredded apart by the AD47s.
Smoke creates a haze. A grey zone, full of death.
Particles of the innocent float up then falling
falling on the shoulders of the war.
Getting inhaled by the soldiers
and generals.
But where are we going?
Are we going to Freedom?
Are we going crazy?
Or are we just going?

~Lori Swingle, 12th grade

Do I?

Today, I ask the question
do I have the energy to drive?
do I dream of movies and flirting?
Do I wake up yearling and angry?
Do I smoke?
Do I kep my mind off of my fight with my friend?
I was angry at someone
who was mad at me
but my mind floated off
in la-la land
I can't talk to my uncle
through glass
because it hurts me inside
I can't change my ordinary life
to live outside my hometown.
I fake my graduation
and depart to a happier place
between the clouds, somewhere
away from P.A.
my friends might be sad
if they found out I left.

~Heather Thompson, 10th grade

Sadness is war!
Love is peace!
Why do we kill?
Why do we help others kill?
Why do others kill us?
Why do they kill?
I don't know
but kids in Iraq are suffering
Even though I'm not there
I'm suffering.
War is nothing but hatred.
Hatred is envy and anger.
Anger is stupid.
We blow up people to feel better
Only how does that make us feel
good about ourselves?
I do not believe what Bush says
he is not my president!
I am my President
and I believe in PEACE
Peace is what is going to get us "hippies"
or so they call us
through the war
we may be hippies
but at least they can't take our beliefs
or change what we know is right!
~Heather Thompson, 10th grade

Joy is a memory of yesterday
hate and envy are the thoughts of today
and days to come
days to dream of peace, love, happiness
gossip is the song of hate, guilt, anger
hope is the season of peace
war is bush talking
we don't need to listen
but we do
peace is the answer
war was not the question
I used to enjoy laughter and love
now I envy dreams of laughter and love
in this 2003 year, anger and peace are fighting
peace will win

~Heather Thompson, 10th grade

Rumors

I look at you
You smile at me
Two looks exchanged,
So much I can't see.
You ask me out
And I agree,
But still I can't believe
You could like me
You make me laugh,
You drive me nuts,
With every touch
My stomach ties in knots.
Our first kiss drives me insane
Your lips so sweet,
Your eyes untamed.
The more we're together,
The less we want to be apart
Maybe you don't know,
but I gave you my heart.
Then suddenly I stand alone,
You never come around,
and you never phone.
How I see it
friends are deceiving,
But maybe it is your fault I'm grieving.
So we break it off
Go separate ways
But I miss you more with every day
All alone, all the time
I miss you so much
I want to die
I look at you,
You smile at me,
Two looks exchanged
How I wish you could see.

~Nicole W, 12th grade

I see paper crumpled
like armies fighting
I see the blueness of tears
I hear the thoughts
written with such detail
that they cannot find paper
I hear the sadness of her eyes
I pick it up to throw it away
and I feel the memories
being erased

~Judy Mendoza, 11th grade

I want to to be heard
I'm tired of being that nobody
I'm the one that stands here
outside, looking in
Shouting
Screaming
"Let me in"
I'm that one who raises my hand
in class
not only to be called on
but to be praised
(stereotyped)
you wonder why I'm loud and immature
it is only because
I'm not heard.

~Judy Mendoza, 11th grade

Nevaeh 24

Baby purple pink
She smiles
opens her mouth
to laugh at me
nursing
she loves my titty
dirty dipper
change me
she's so cute

purple pink
she so cute
loves my tity
smiles at me

nursing titty
dirty dipper change me

she loves me

~Judy Mendoza, 11th grade

Tiny particles
of a home run
baseball
happy silent people
running
through my empty hallways
the fire inside me
lusts
is this me
a purple bowl
could this be

~Judy Mendoza, 11th grade

Super Hooch

Flirting with outside
the ordinary
your friends are fake
rotten sex drove
her to diseased death
lying there
black and naked
glass is what floats
in her esophagus
blanks are what were
shot up inside
her rotten cunt
exhausted pictures change
the ordinary questions
from friends and family
what drove her.

~Judy Mendoza, 11th grade

Being confused is like
a bruise posted on the back
of my ass
and that's find

My mind is a powerful tool
but a fun thing to waste
life is a bitch
so step on up big boy
and get a taste

the world is like a double barreled gage
slap you in the face
sit you in a puddle of rage

I gotta start movin' jine
post haste, a life I can't waste
a half empty liquor bottle
that burns at first taste
Motha Fucka
you best get
ya shit straight
or might wake up one day
and find that
your life's a waste

~Hishim Bechtol

A strike on Iraq
damn I though
these whites are still
with war on blacks
huh?
and what the fuck
are we pulling this war shit for
you bastards
worried about oil and gas
while nowadays kids are burning tin foil
and OD-ing their ass
~Hishim Bechtol, 12th Grade

A Hated Mind

What happens when a life is burned
does the fire die down
into illuminating embers?
did you hear that?
am I tripping? maybe
do you know
where I am in my life?
Would you want to know
if I told you
you think I'm happy
don't you?

Picture yourself a voyager
on an elongated journey
of life's tidal waves
taking you straight to a pit
of nothingness
but as I say these words
the ones coming out
of this face
the on you cant see
let me give you my narrative
this is my life
hate
positive

~Hishim Bechtol, 12th Grade

Living here on this ghetto reservation
every other day there's a new situation
babies havin' babies
girls turning into ladies
boys trying to bang
but ain't knowing a thang
nobody ever listens to the jines
well you know that, it's about time
open your eyes and listen to me
open your eyes and you will see
all these jines being the best they can be
it is good enough for you? I think not
see us graduate? whites would rather see us shot
let us put casinos, go and gamble
but no you would rather see us living in shambles
when natives come up, whites will never see the day
so to hate white people, we don't know another way

~Bernadette Smith
11th grade

Argue, that's all we do. I love you baby.
Baby, how could you break my heart cold.
Cold, numb to the feeling. Damn.
Damn, we drink every day,
every day on the edge in fear
fear of falling afraid of God.
God gives you a choice: heaven or hell.
Hell no, I'll handled it, no need to inform,
inform me the police are outside: I'm going to jail.
Jail's no joke, don't kid.
Kids? first comes love.
Love? Don't make me laugh, there's no such thing as a man.
Man can't manage nothing.
Nothing to open or overlook.
Overlook the small things, don't be picky.
Picky people I do question.
Question me. Don't do it. You better remember
Remember, I'm a Smith
Smith's sing to their own tune.
Tune up to the game and try to understand,
understand that I could make you vanish.
Vanish and wishing,
wishing to be seen, not even by an x-ray.
X-ray vision, can't help yelling,
yelling for help. Your mouth? you zip
zip it shut before you get slapped.

~Bernadette Smith
11th grade, SCHS

Untitled

Got through the day….pensively
Purposely quiet to still the storm within.
Listening.
first, to music blasting through my headphones
Drowning out
the louder blast of Business of the day, the times
Trusting God to save my eardrums
But I can't drown the havoc of head hell

Listening to the words of my kids
Guess I love them after all
Or I'd have said "the kids at school"
These particular ones I don't generally claim
as having anything to do with ME or MINE
because they won't claim me
But I listened
To their poetry
About the war…..THE WAR AGAIN
And I didn't try to drown them
Out
Or their words
But took them
In
With the pain and cried
Joined momentarily
At least, I could cry for them
At least, they could write poems.

Is this the painful growth, the blessing that lies hidden
When evil befalls
And hope fails?
Does it take a DAMN WAR
to unite us?
Is it al we can understand when we've forgotten the language of love?
Under for sure
But standing, at least, once again

~Lisa Olson, SCHS Staff

Untitled

they say we are at war, again
Again didn't we learn in Vietnam, Korea
World War I & II, Iran, Iraq
Again our country, our government
killing innocents: women, children,
babes, inarm, eleders that won't flee
their home, veterans half alive
who can't step out of their war

Atrocities 24/7 on wall size TV
We're there in the war zone
the horror of being in a video game

Still we love, we protest
we gather to raise our voices
for peace & hope, I must believe
that woman/mankind will evolve
to live in the heart/spirit
place we belong

~Linda Heinsohn, SCHS staff

"Now a days" "Advice"

Over aged advice
wrapped in insecurity
you made me this way
rub your eyes
I think you're vision's blurry
don't question my life
this is my pain and my strife
you people honestly don't care at all
where I come from
learn the motto
"loved by few
hated by many
respected by all"
so analyze that as much as you want
cause I am one person against life
who will not get lost

~Darrell Bechtol
12th grade, SCHS

Glimpse Into Darkness

Darkness falls on my parade
not the rain
all I see is the darkness
but what I feel is the pain
shall I drain themain vein of life
or should I say screw the world
and bring my wrist to the knife
Laugh damn it
about why I said that
not
but you can believe that
if you really want
take that with you
on your journey through life
would you care to know me
no
but see me you might

~Darrell Bechtol
12th grade, SCHS

Sounds

These sounds of life's crap fill up in my head
and when I look around
I wish to see people dead
scary. yes,
bed that's a mess
you…or maybe him
oh, god, I just hate this I gotta
realize damn it
I'm a grown ass man
do I really mean that
I'm not really sure
life's a disease
and I can't wait for the cure

Now another verse passes
and my existing curse loosens
scribbles of ink
cover the face of this page
concealing a lost knowingness
a knowingness of a burning rage
live in my shoes for "18"

~Darrell Bechtol
12th grade, SCHS

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