MPitS - Ukiah High School

MPitS

Ukiah High School
2008/2009

Kyle

I. Hate. You.
There they sit both defiant and challenging.
They sit in their own cesspool, separated from every other utterance…
But What? Who? Why?

I ask myself WHY. Why even entertain the idea of this flirtation.
Because, like molecules bond, I can’t help but gravitate towards you.
Your charm, your smile, and that sly wink…
The way your gaze ravishes my body and sets me to blushing.

I hold onto your every word, and can never really muster true outrage,
I pathetically watch the phone, waiting for that buzz “You’ve got mail”.
But it doesn’t come. It never does. It never will.
Because you’re sending them to your real love.

She’s beautiful; the beauty that cannot be compared to any living thing,
But rather compared to a bare patch of skin bathed in moonlight,
Or the beauty in an exploding sunset: breathtaking.
I see you smiling at her, your face resting against her chest…

But yet you continue to haunt my life, and my house,
Making contact after the last shred of hope evaporates.
Seeing you, even just a meager glimpse, makes me question.
WHY? Why me? Always, me.

I hide behind the mighty mask of indifference,
For I am an actress, and I do fear both pain and rejection like plunging knives.
I use the word hate…
But someone wise once said: Hate is the other side of love.

Michaela
Grade 9, Ukiah High School
Poetry Slam Team

A Lost Cause

Where are you now?
Where are you when we need you the most?
Any other time you would be sitting there
with your mechanical pencil and spiral notebook,
But why not now?
Where have you all gone?
Eaten up by a hippopotamus I suppose,
Nah someone would have noticed.
Maybe you've all just faded away,
Slowly, but surely, disintegrated into this salty air.
Eh, never mind, that's too radical.
So tell me then,
Where have all the poets gone?
Were you kidnapped by flying unicorns?
Or perhaps some pirates came along and offered you a job.
Did you run away into the jungle to study oyster mushrooms?
Who knows, you could have flown to China to visit the Great Wall.
Right now you could be free falling thousands of feet off the ground,
Swimming with the sharks and dolphins of our beloved seven seas,
And rock climbing in the Appalachians.
You could even be winning the Piston Cup.
But for now I'm not quite sure what you're doing,
But I do know what you aren't.
You aren't here helping or inspiring new young minds,
You aren't slamming those beautiful, intellectual, sensual thoughts down
on this legal pad like you should be.
We're still waiting for you to come save the day.
How long will you make us wait?
How far will you make us search?
How frustrated do we have to get,
Just for you to come around again?
There are endless possibilities of what you could be doing,
Endless, fun, exciting new possibilities.
But why would someone leave behind a passion?
Why would someone drop everything and leave?
Better yet,
How could everyone have just....
Disappeared.
Something is happening,
So tell me, where are you right now?
Where are you with your mechanical pencil and spiral notebook.
Where have all the poets gone?

Kimberly
Grade 12, Ukiah High School
Poetry Slam Team

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