MPitS - Point Arena High School

MPitS

South Coast High School
2006/2007

Walking into a into school

Feeling like I lost

Someone who cared

Who was there when I needed him to talk to me

In a daze

Thinking of how

It used to be

Laughing

Playing

Touching

So happy

Waiting for the day

He comes home

So the dark days will

Be gone

And the bright sun

Will return

Sonja F
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

holding the bottle upside down

as it fills me up

I watch go away

and never come back

waking up in daze

as I feel sick to by body

it never happened

bored

I want to go far away

as I feel vulnerable

as the bottle drops

out of my hand

hits the floor

Sonja F
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

This is just to say...

I am sorry for steeling your last

dollar out of your purse

while you were sleeping

but I was just so thirsty

and there was nothing to drink in the fridge

and I'm sorry for the next day

when you asked me for one dollar

and I said I didn't have one

even though I did

Lillia R
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

My Eyes Open

I'm standing in mysterious waters and stupid

white and black horses swimming around me

telling me everything about nothing

"leave!"

now it is dark and I try to run

BAM!!!!

face smashed to the wall

two seconds later I realize I'm closed in

"how do I get out?"

Lillia R
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

Teal Mist

I am the tidal blood

flowing though earthy vains

the frosty spray of the ocean

on your face

I am the warm moist smell

that only comes before the rain

and the chilled mist

after the shower

I am the much need spring

in a dry dusty desert

but I can be the flood

a tidal wave of liquid death

Danielle J
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

18 Years

grabbed the bottle

hoping the liquid would quench

the thirst to be loved

all the voices are gone

leaving me on my own

far away

homesick and vulnerable

missing mommy

afraid of the shadows on my wall

bored with the games

dazed by the dreaming illusion

of home and self

alone with only my thoughts

and the eyes that are always

judging

called an adult

but feeling like an infant

scared for what is ahead

only wondering

Danielle J
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

Morning Light

Honey dawn light filters though

dusty window blinds

crisp morning mist lingering

in the fields

of overgrown weeds

glimmering crystals of ice

sending dancing rays of color

Danielle J
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

Black, White

Black like the night

big like the sky

mystery lurks into the full room

of everything

and you draw a complete blank

as you sit in suspense

waiting for the light

nothing seems to be the scariest thing

you've ever seen

now just breath

calm down

you feel the presence of others

look up

see white

are you alone

or have you betrayed yourself

Kassy R
South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

Daze

Drinking

from this bottle of eternal life

fulfilling

for I am content

being alone

far away from this frozen state

of vulnerability

so I let got

life is too short

to stay stuck in yesterday

dwelling on what I want

not what I have

for I am a homesick lover

stuck in a daze

and stoned off your kiss

Niki S
South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

Waiting for the mystery minute

hard to hang onto

waiting for such a frozen moment

in this black expanse of nothingness

as the little angel

painted herself in white

trying to cover her sins

with false innocence

like wounds

she tries to fake "o"'s for blind faces

to build her world

hide to make up for her daddy

leaving with nothing

then she'll like to herself

say she's content

Niki S
South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

Wishing

People wish they can have a bottle

so they can try to drink their life away

but everything they try is wrong

as they pour a drink

the plastic cup magically has holes in it

then they realize they don't want to go

far away forever

they don't want to feel empty all the time

they don't know anymore

so instead they just sit there

alone

staring at absolutely nothing

Jessica H
11th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, poet teacher

I am the shine in my silver ring

Wrapping my sense of smell

With the salt of ocean water,

My obsession of it,

I will never tell.

I am like the wave a surfer tries to catch

Figuring the balance and beat

which lies within a balance

like a drum.

I am not the nasty tang of tomatoes,

That rot on that school

going of 30 mph sourness.

Just not wanting to pull over

I am not what my dad persists,

Training for the money makin' job.

A lawyer?

not I,

But a teacher in ways you'd never think.

Arts 'n crafts, whatever it takes,

For that certificate of a bar tender.

Or something weird I can preach

to be or not to be,

What does it mean?

Mom...

... mom!

I said

"I know!"

But do I?

it's a great day,

But is that who I am?

Not like the person saying,

tar, and clan

I know I am the reserved, healthy being,

Saw through the eyes of S.F. ballet,

With motivation,

skill,

and my love.

Hell yeah!

Was what I wanted to say,

after my acceptance

To a young girl's dream.

I am not that lost soul,

Lacking love and entertainment.

Living today with only disagreements

Eavesdropping about

without their own path,

Not I,

I have my own my story.

No others to lurk on.

Blocking street sounds, and their words today,

Go to hell nigger,

Come again another day.

I am not a women,

On the side of the road,

Selling herself with words of pleasure,

And a lacy belt.

I am a women who

avoids any loud,

miss drama queen

I am not the royal fakeness.

Which barricades purity

I am who I am,

With a flaw of repetitiveness,

like when seasons come

And seasons go

But it stays the same

Just........."Like"

Like's just one word

A word you might hear,

Over and over

trying to

take care,

·cause no matter what,

It'll always be there.

Natalie A
11th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

If It Wasn't for Salt

One,

One grain,

It's just so small.

But with a little pinch,

My food turns to magic.

Your yummy saltine fatigue,

If it wasn't for you,

My food would be dull,

And heartbroken too.

Dusk to dusk,

Day by day,

You're the thing I desire,

To enlighten

my plates attire.

My plate which inhibits

The nutrients I eat,

Your sodium enriches

But don't wanna O.D.

For if I do,

Within comes a rush,

For you hold intensity,

So I don't want too much.

Perched in the kitchen,

Peacefully waiting for me,

Ready for use,

Every so happily.

The watering of taste buds

Sense of sensation,

When coking time comes along,

You give motivation.

After living under

A big blue blanket

You give mystery to your story

When and after harvested.

The world you come from,

Is a place of awe,

To know it creates,

Such a flavorful crumb

To factories of work

That's where you go astray

To sales racks 'n packages

That make me say

Yay!

Natalie A
11th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Cries of Rain

Cries of rain spearing down.

Filling dimples enriching the earth.

Cells of fusion need natural growth

I don't wear shirts of GMO

I reject it like horseradish on wonder bread

A wipe out of winded fumes equal death

Soar through California purity

keeping the candle of organic essence

The pitbull within in me is what teaches lessons

And truly says how to grow

Cries of rain,

Calling for help,

Keep me clean,

........please????

Natalie A
11th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Mind Prison

"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our

mind." ~ Bob Marley

Caught in the head with bias jesters.

Slavery is more that just sweaty imprisoned labor

Your mind captures what it wants, and thinks based on pleasure and needs.

Open that mental window to unfold and feel the clothed body of truth.

Freedom remains in puny brainy cells, but are the carriers of wisdom.

Keep away from the trap that sucks you down the mainstream path.

Blocks of mental capacity leads to the slavery within us all.

Closing unknown doors leads to the mind prison.

Compassion and purity is the only way to emancipate thyself

from mental slavery.

Natalie A
11th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

I Wish I Were a Butterfly

I wish I were a butterfly

Purple, blue, orange wings of fire

would send my soul to highlights of

mystic pleasure.

Flower perches of nutrients

would enhance my spirit and well being.

I would fly around the world on a tour of passion,

exploring the colors of life

and the petals which have only been seen in my dreams.

No other job besides a butterfly's could be better for me

because it's labor is as beautiful as a rainbow.

A perspective of magic

would be my ocean front view,

No authoritative figure

would serve in my garden grove of voodoo.

I wouldn't have to see those shady people

staring into my eyes with hatred.

Though I would be stared at when fluttering around with joy

but appreciated and admired for grace and beauty.

The life of a butterfly is the life for me.

If I were a butterfly

everything would just be.

Natalie A
11th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

*Always a Good Friend*

One who was always at my side.

A friend who never left me alone,

Someone, in which I trust to confide

You held my hurt,

I always came first.

You stood at my side,

Even at my worst.

You opened your arms

Although I usually refused

But you left them open

For me to run to.

five years of happiness,

A friendship so strong

We'd still be friends,

Even if something did go wrong.

You offered me a shoulder

For me to lean and cry

You never turned your back

Never said good-bye.

If I needed you,

I know you would run.

If you were a million miles away,

I no you'd find a way to come.

You never asked me for help,

But realize I am always there.

Never forget,

That I will never cease to care.

If you feel one ounce of hurt,

Or a shutter or pain

I'll open my arms

And do my best to shelter the rain,

I am there if you need me,

I'll never leave you alone,

You may never ask,

But I want to make it known.

Know that I may not understand,

That I may never get it just right

But I am always there

Helping you, with a shinning light.

Today is your day,

A time to reminisce.

If we ever separate

Your qualities I will miss.

Never forget to laugh,

To grace me with your smile

Always remember to cry

Sometimes, just for a lil' while.

I have no other things to say,

No words can describe what you mean to me

But make it so its known.

And always be happy.

Heather W
Grade 12, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet Teacher

Feelings

What are your feelings towards me?

I really must know.

You know how I feel,

Because I have said I love you so.

You said we'd be together for ever,

Oh, how forever ended so fast.

I look at my boring life today

And all I see is a grey hazy cast.

I know now,

I know how you feel.

You said you were in love with your ex,

It just doesn't seem real.

I don't understand,

How you could ever do this to me.

I try talking to you

Just so I could make you see.

I have to forget about you,

And move on with my life now.

I have to forget the times we shared.

I have to, but I don't know how.

Heather W
Grade 12, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet Teacher

Mom

You hurt me bad

and made me cry

You put many tears into my eyes

But everyone says you must go through the worst to get to the best

But I have to get these feelings off my chest

I hated you when I was little

I can't remember you being there

it seemed like Aunt Steph was the only one that cared

But then I grew older

and saw things from a different perspective

And in the end I realized I just had a lack of respect

After all you are my mother

And no matter what I will always love you!

So After All That I Wanna Thank you For All You Do!

Heather W
Grade 12, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet Teacher

Still

Still walking on

Still breathing air

And it's your fault

Still talking out of turn

Still fingering the burn

And it's your entire fault

Still holding true

Still holding a head up

And it's your entire fault

When the wind picks up you'll leave me

A smile and I'll believe

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Gone forever

Do I know why?

These rules are nice and strict

They fit this perfect crime

And now that it's done

You're lost and gone

Do I care if there's hurt within me

In my wreathed lonely

Scare

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

I'd like to believe I lied

Really though it's all in your mind

These friends are almost done holding back

This golden sky it's not the kind to lie

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

It's the feeling of drop

It's the passion to fall

Makes a secret within

An emotion to draw

I hear a faint voice

I feel so obsolete

As we lay on the ground

This spirit will release

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

It's the last of tears

It's the first of breath

along my neck

along your back

There are too many places I want to leave

There is one place I want to believe in

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Across your Keys

I hold a special place

For you deep within my soul

A place of broken hearts

And broken dreams and sleepless nights

Unfold

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

We all hold close

You embrace me

Straight

This pain

This haste

You take

away

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

I fall behind it

Like the rain

That spills off the

Windshield to meet

The mud that makes me no one

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

This last breathe

Is too short

You made this way

Too easy for you cause I will follow you

Till I find my soul and then I will take it back

And pull the slack

Off my heart

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Dreams and days

That fade away

Like fictitious

Stories I made

About us

And made about us and

The last of the

First times I looked into your eyes

I believed and I could see it through the lies

Don't you know?

These lies are your

Last goodbye

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Second chances

This epitaph

Lays up ahead

To let us steer the way

First you go on to the left

I've known this

Dividing

Was taking place

off this bridge

Holding arms

standing straight

And off the field

It's out of place

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

Content of You

Only for now

Being here for

This, holding hands

And breaking hands

And breaking this solemn trust you

Have given me

To Bear

To make

You feel miserable again

Well I'm not sorry because the worlds

You crush hurt like ice freezing

a burring chill

is your best friend

your worst enemy

Vicki U
12th Grade, South Coast High School
Blake More, Poet-Teacher

I'm sorry to say...

I'm sorry to say

I destroyed your nest

while they chirped and sang

while I covered my head

no peace in my bed

no rest for my eyes

I despised that nest

no amount of noise

disguised their song

along the way

I cracked

one day

and threw your nest

away

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

I Am

Heart throbbing,

Head banging,

Smooth dancing music,

Outrageous,

Spontaneous,

Courageous lyrics,

Vibrant,

Popping out,

Eye candy pictures,

A singer and dancer,

Night club owner,

passage therapist (in variety),

Animal Caretaker,

Wealthy,

X-ray technician,

Accountant,

Writer,

Poet,

Knowledgeable,

A teacher,

Important,

Therapist,

Caretaker,

I am like & F**n' Dude,

Unable to describe or get across

Interrupting

What I'm thinking

Like as a pause,

Everyone is themselves around me,

Creative (I'm a thinker),

Go out and

GETTER DONE

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

I Am Not

Smoting,

Smothering,

Smoldering anger,

Booming,

Degrading,

Unrated shouting,

Sleepy,

distracted,

Wait a minute laziness,

A plumber,

Out house cleaner,

Pooper scooper,

Hooker,

Strip dance,

Police man.

Jail bait,

Retarded,

Gay,

the C word

Repeatedly repeating,

Bringing down others.

Computer nerd,

Psychosomatic

Perfect

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

Water Crystals

As I poured my glass of water

Crystals formed and molded to my mind

Creating crystals

Works of art that started

Singing my happy thoughts

I was off in a world of puppies and bliss

I forgot about the water glass

Beside my speakers

Boldly blasting

The house was shuddering

To the tremendous anger

The crystals shrank

Dismembered

Like an old porcelain rag doll

I fell asleep with the feeling

I was all alone

In a dark and dusty place

Sliding to view a new day

The sun shining brightly on my face

Empowering music tingling my ears

The crystals reappeared

To spread

To dance with glee

While forming together

Majestically

They vibrated with positive energy

Ready to touch

Ready to heal

To become something more

More than tin fragments

Pushing outwards

I bring the water to my lips

Consume the intricate crystals

My mind eases into peaceful bliss

I welcome their healing song

My body molds them to my needs

And I am free of my sad

Lonesome song

Water crystals all over the world

Are molding to fit every word

So be gentle

Be kind

And you'll have crystals

Just like mine

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

PAPOU

for Mike

I walked through the door

the people looked down

I had a great day

then a feeling was found

I heard it before they said baby come here

daddy took me in his arms

cried his stunned tears

papou he is gone

my heart turned to fire

the shattered to pieces

scream through the pain

I'll be right here

she pulled me aside

said no my dear

he is alive

but he's in intensive care

he wont make it through the week

his liver won't work

his heartbeats growing faint

his eyes are going to close

without another blink

I'm sorry to say this but it's the truth

so then I went in to my room and I thought

HA what a crock

a sick joke I consumed

a day passed

a daze gathered over me

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

Blades

I felt like blades of grass

crushed by a foot

having to be strong

holding my fellow in my arms

pushing up to regain the composure I once had

reaching for the sky and longing for the sun's warmth

the air's breath

a cool breeze

my fellows and I swaying

dancing to the rhythm

of sweet dew drops

forming to keep me company

while they nurture my growth

my giant cousins looming above me

with great height

creaking sweet tales to us

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

I'm starting fresh

take a guess in my direction

create a free flow of questions

no second guessing

your smart if you come from the heart

Don't be a snake that coils round its tail

hissin' venom

ready to poison

create beauty in anything

keep it around

never let it down

something will always pick you back up

when the rut hits you

licks you in your face

blurry vision

worlds spinning

reflexes gone

but there is always a voice in the darkness to help you

carry on

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

Breakdown

I stumble

crumbling down to the floor

my soft, warm safety net cracks into a million of

useless threads

and the wind carries it away

the feeling that I am lost and confused

my safety net is so far gone

not sure which way to turn

determination kicks in

I must stand

I must walk on the path that lies before me

the one no one may be able to follow

creeping through me

the fire starts to tingle

I can do this

I can stand in a blurry crowd

that holds no true meaning

except that we are drawn here to move

to wander the crumbles humanity has brought

reach to the window that holds our reflection

but cannot show what lies ahead

movement

keep occupied

and feel the accomplishment of our hand

Shandra Manos

South Coast High School

Creating beauty takes time

relax your mind

move forward with your life

live in the positive light

do what you feel

while you are feeling it

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

I wish I were the sky,

One who reaches to the oblivion,

Who touches everything, yet nothing,

I am as solid as a transparency,

I am there, but out of reach,

You can always see me,

Are forever astonished by my beauty,

A kaleidoscope of adventure

Shandra M
12th Grade, SCHS
Blake More, Poet Teacher

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