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West Hills Community School
2009/2010

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Life at best is like a rose,
knowing you’ve got someone who cares
and having butterflies warming your heart.
Life at worst is like a broken heart,
searching for all the little pieces,
like you’re in a hole
trying to climb out to face the world,
looking for your one lost love.

Sarah
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

 

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Life at best
is when I finally got to hear you say “I love you.”
Like a rose finally opening.
Life at worst
is when you told me you have no love for me anymore.
I felt as if I bit into the peel of an orange.
You twisted me
like the stem of an apple.

Kalyn
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

 

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Life at best
is like making sweet love for your very first time.
It’s wonderful special,
like nothing in life could go wrong.
Life at worst
is like sitting in the back of la jura’s ride,
knowing you’re screwed and gonna do time.

Esteban
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

 

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Me, I am a native from Covelo,
the land of drunks and drugs.
In my family’s eyes,
I am the one
who sought to be different
and better in every way.
But I have no right saying I am.
I can only become
and show before I can.
I have a lot more to grow.

John
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

 

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I am a kid lost in a cold world
and trying to keep it real
from birth ‘til I’m old .
My life’s like a ten-year-old
with no home.
Too much reality.
I’m trying to get paid.
I’m 15,
but don’t know the meaning of salary.
My childhood’s colder than nitrogen,
but I’m happy I’m still breathing oxygen.
Mother always said:
Son, keep your head up.
But all these incarcerations
have me fed up.
I do things without thinking what it’ll cost me.
I’m not a leader,
but here’s my prophecy:
Born on the coldest day of the year, November 2nd, 1994.
My world’s too real,
like a ten year old kicked out the door.

Lupe
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

 

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I am a lost soul
blinded by violence and drug abuse.
With a twist of a pipe
the true me hides from the demon inside
unleashed to cause pain and suffering.
I cannot tame him.
I cannot fight him once he’s out.
All my loved ones hide.
I am alone with evil thoughts in mind,
evil intentions.
Once he is out, all hell is in mind.

Sebastian
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher

 

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I am a new kind of kid.
I’m the punk rocker
that let the addiction take over.
A stray cat that roams the city.
A dreamer and adventurer,
a risk taker of all kinds.
A warrior of the swords
with patience of a Samuri.
A quiet thief in the night
as deadly and swift as a ninja,
a fierce warrior
ready to go to battle anytime.
A traveler who knows no direction, just follows a path of fun
and destruction.
An anarchist of the world.
A rebel that wouldn’t fall into society and dies for his cause.
A child of the streets,
a loner and a thinker.
A kid of hate towards authority
and family,
the endless addictions of drugs
I am Jasper.

Jasper
West Hills HS
Bill Churchill, Poet Teacher


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