MPitS

South Valley High School
2006/2007

I Am a Ribbon

I am a ribbon

Shining in the sun

And silky like the cloth.

I am a reflection of my mother and father

You can see their sorrows in my eyes.

My blood flows like boiling

Fiery lava when I'm enraged.

My body is a mirror

Of society's monotonous trends

But always yearning to be an original

I feel I'm in a universe

That's like a spinning dradel

Faster and faster

Then slowly residing.

I feel I'm in a solar-system

That would be useless without gravity

And so would I.

My mind is like a horror movie

And I can never find the remote

To change it.

My heart reflects memories

All I posses are memories.

Ana Victoria G
12th grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
Poet teacher: Chris Olander



On The Drag Strip

On the drag strip

You hear my engine roar.

I accelerate like a lion

Chasing the gazelle.

I press down the gas

Shift to the next gear.

Ever time I drop a gear

My stomach drops more and more.

My red paint glistens

Just like the sun.

I see the white blur

Behind me trying to keep up.

This is my first victory

And I love the taste.

Down at the drag strip

At my very first drag race.

Caleb F
12 grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
poet teacher: Chris Olander



My Papa

I remember

Fishing in the lake, with you.

I remember

Driving a tractor, with you

You taught me,

How to shoot a gun

You showed me

How to be a gentleman.

You let me,

Bend the rules a little,

It was fun,

The good times we had,

But now you're gone,

I guess God needed a friend.

I will always remember,

The day our families gathered,

Mourning the death, celebrating the life,

Of My Papa.

Travis J
11th grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
Poet Teacher: Chris Olander



Sleep

I stand outside of my apartment

Waiting for something to go by

Biding my time as cars wind

Into pools of unending color

Sending bright reflections deep into my eye

The sounds of the car engines

And tires on the street

Send rhythmic vibrations

Through the soles of pacing feet

The people passing by me

Utter phrases barely heard

Their speech blurred

Like a thousand cows in herd.

No object here to handle

HUge patches of rock no grass two trees

A bunch of sounds the emptiness a shock

The mix of diesel fumes and gasoline

Never a more noxious team playing on my senses

Like a great scarlet train of steam.

Reminding me of books long ago

Read with thoughts of magic

And where unseen places grow

From this I learned

Through the night all colors fade

For there is no light

All people and sounds mentioned

Fade into pools of dreams

In a darkened torpor

Sleep the greatest ascension.

Chris L
12th grade
South Valley H.S. Ukiah
teacher: Mary Rose
Poet Teacher: Chris Olander

 


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