MPitS - Point Arena High School

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Ukiah High School
2002/2003

People

We are the people of the earth
We create ourselves from its elements
We gather its fruits from the forests so we may live
We gather its fish from the rivers and oceans so we may live
We live and survive by it's offerings
We walk on her back which reaches for the sky
We swim in her blood which flows endlessly to the sea
We sing along with her voice which blows the clouds by
We are the hands which touch her hair in harvest
We dance when her tears fall from above
We hunt her offspring but we do so caring
We are her first sight in the morning for she sees all
We are her flowers that bloom in the day
We are her rays of light in the eve which she wishes wouldn't go
We are her sheep she counts at night
We offer ourselves to her through prayer
We are the brothers and sisters she has spawned
We are the children which make her feel blessed
We are the people of the earth

~Joe Ditto

Alone in the Night

The setting sun bowed down
Until it was out of sight
Giving it's crown to the moon
To rule over the night

The world goes cold
With the loss of the sun
They sky was once gold
But now black has begun

The moon could have power
But no one would care
No one worships the sky
When the sun isn't there

So the moon's never bright
While he's up there alone
Because when the sun's in his kingdom
He's always outshone.

~Jen Miller

Untitled (Chaucer Imitation Exercise)

Full of laughter and smiles
With a heart of hidden lamentation and anger
Showers men with her adornments
With charm of her glory and great pomp
And still it feels the same for all men
As equals in the after.

And to her friends,
Sharp words, but with good humor
Her simple demands few
But with insisting eyes constant
A good friend
When in good humor
A decent creature of God
When it is, in her way, beneficial

In the Dark Room
Winnie Rubio
Age ?

In the dark room I saw myself
Sitting there looking at a shelf.
I didn't know what I was doing,
But I saw myself as if I was dying.
So I lay there thinking about my past,
And started crying knowing that it's about to last.
I couldn't close my eyes,
Because I knew I couldn't say anymore goodbyes.

~Laurie Ann Casebier

Window

The water bottle is falling
I sit in class watching different worlds shout words at each other
Sharing times and places
And more worlds they have never visited
I wonder if they can see the craters on their faces?
The blemishes the blackheads?
They sit there drinking their low calorie sodas
And their reduced fat foods
Trying to stay thin, but refusing to eat healthy
Talking about their lives, their cars, magazines
And hands and rumors, the slang that has invaded our lips
And attached itself to our tongues
What happened to the days of cartoons?
And Hershey bars and tag.
They made Coyote the bad guy,
They made Sylvester the bad pussy cat.
But we spent too much time in the lives of the coyote and the pussy cat,
That now we love them more than the cruel roadrunner and the annoying mouse.
We sit in class and draw on our selves, pick at our cuticles,
We play with our pens and jewelry.
Then go and buy ridiculous shoes we can't walk in
And wear baggy everything so that we all look so skinny.
And we try to let everything else rot off of us,
Or scent it so that the cloud around us drives even the bugs away.
And I, I have nothing to write about.
I have characters with wondrous personalities.
But to write, how can I begin to,
All that comes to page is the same old story that every one else wrote.
So I let my hand follow where my cheap thin point marker wants to take me.
All I do is watch it appear,
A tool attached to inattentive genius,
A mind inside, unpresent and inactive.

~Laurie Ann Casebier

Untitled

A thousand ballerinas standing in a row
waiting for a centerstage moment
chartreuse tendrils leaping forth to kiss the sun.
A million flawless globes clustered together,
each one ready to feed the ground,
ready to feed the goblet.
A hundred brownskinned hands cut them,
still no blood is shed,
starlings circle above the flaming dancers hands,
vermilion light shines upon those who watch them,
heaven cries; the show is over.
A thousand ballerinas lying in a row,
cemetery vineyard no more.

~Lauren Bishop

All in the Dark

Sun's fire burns the eyes, but darkness burns more.
Fear of space, fear of time, all in the dark.
Sun effaces darkness and space, but eyes are sacrificed.
Time and fear never leave, always present, always a pain like fire.
An eye for an eye, never gaining, never losing.
Space and time and darkness eyes cannot see, yet fear what is conceived.
Fear is the infinite mystery.
Like space, there is no end.
More than two eyes and fear is revealed.
More than two eyes and fear and flame are extinguished.
There is no answer to all problems.
Look inside Pandora's Box and see fear and pain.
But also there is hope that only hopeful eyes can see.
Never diminished, always at war with fear.

~ Matt Allan

Music is the Heart and Soul

A band: simple; complex; form to be changed several times among uneasy roads. Heart is the music; soul is the lyrics put to that music. Guitar; six string bender; bass; four string slapper; drums; five-piece banger; instruments; found differed among today's generation of so called hits. To start with inspiration is effortless, to not, involves perseverance and devotion. To bring all the elements together; tie them with soft-spoken; loud grungy; squeaky calm, person who spits words with uneasy effort. Vocalist; he is seen as the group's symbol; sign; identification. One can only find that music by his face, plastered unsteady on street corners and telephone poles. In this day and age much to be changed, much to remain, but all in all it is music that we all must come to love. Music is the heart, music is the soul, music is the blister that won't go away.

~Travis Busse

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