MPitS - Willits High School

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Willits High School
2006/2007

LATCH

And my month is open

My lower lip idle

Light coils in my stomach

All-encompassing and building like carbonation

I didn't listen when you changed the song to number 5 and told me you loved it

But I came upon it the next morning when I awoke in darkness

And lay consumed with nostalgia

For something I'd never known

But I remember now '

This apprehension and cautious compulsion

This collected intensity

Tasting the curve of each sound

Through the acute sensitivity of one single taste bud

I remember

While driving, thoroughly encumbered in freedom

And I sang through foggy breath

Squealing and

Bouncing along

With each jubilation reverberating through my chest

I remember

Like when I sat, with my eyes stationary

Reading the image of my own back and shoulders

And when I felt this slipping away

I wanted to grab it with the clutch of my tongue,

latching onto each syllable of sound

When 1 expose my chest to the sky

and feel each vertebrae bound by serene propulsion

1 will be desiring something like a dream in the rain

With bass ripping through my body and the sound

Punching through me

Each note a drip of water running down my cheek bone

Silent but for one thing

Whipping my hair from side to side

Its a strumming ache in my chest

But I love it

The moment approaching into one right before I fall

Except I never fall

Maya G
Willits High School

BE EVIL

We're not talking Diet Coke evil

I mean the whole enchilada

Every bit of sugar

Sodium

Fat

I want you to have a beer gut of evil

I want you sopping with malevolence

As if you jumped into a pool

Of sinister motives

Is it hard to be evil?

Corruption is just a fruit rotting

And you are so, overly ripe, babe

Your expiration date was a month ago

You're about to go bad

You're about to spoil

You're half way there

So loosen your skull

Iron your brain

Because being evil's like sex, hun

Think about it too much and the mood's all gone

You need aphrodisiac

To get the atmosphere just right

So wear black

Fight back

Be dominatrix wicked sexy

Delectable venom goes down so easy

Make it hot

I want leather and chains devilry

Throbbing hips, red-rings-deep-in-wrists sinfulness

I want you to be

Gorgeously

Infamously ^

Cross-and-bones-tattoo seductively

Evil

Erica S
Willits High School

SMALL GIRL BIG LOVE

I love the world.

I love the ocean.

I love to clean.

I love my bed.

I love my mom.

I love my family.

I love ice cream.

I love my real family even though I don't live with them.

I love mother nature.

I love my body.

I love my hands.

I love Ms. Short.

I love history.

I love my car.

I love my dogs.

I love my shower.

I love my Indian culture.

I love to Indian dance.

I love to hear my dad talk the Pomo language.

I love to eat Indian bread.

I love to help weave baskets.

I love to help sew dresses.

I fear to be taken away from my family.

I fear to be shot.

I fear to trip and fall and break my leg.

I fear to cry.

I love my notebook.

I love my boyfriend.

I love my greatness.

I love myself.

I love to have an attitude.

I love to be blunt.

I love my dad.

I love the river.

Ruby S
10th Grade
Willits High School

UNTITLED

I am the sun.

I am number one.

I don't need a gun,

Because I have heat.

There is nothing neat,

On this planet Earth.

I am the sun,

Who is number one.

You can't break me.

Look at all of this heat.

I'm glad I am the sun.

I am so bright,

With all of this light.

Nothing can stop me.

Not even a tree.

I'll just burn through it.

I am the sun.

I am number one.

I am a burning ball of gas.

I will melt your glass.

I smell like a dump.

I am a burning ball of gas,

That will make it through the big hump.

I am the sun.

I don't need a gun,

Because I am the sun.

I have heat,

And in time I evaporate all the water.

I wonder what will happen,

Without water on the planet.

Do you think it will get even hotter?

I am the sun.

I am number one.

Anonymous
10th Grader
Willits High School

IRAQ

Where shall I start?

I'm feeling the beat of my heart.

Thinking about my brother.

I'm pulling the covers over my head.

I'm starting to feel a little red.

I don't know how he is.

All I do know is,

I miss him!

I miss him!

I miss him!

So now I'm laying here in my bed,

With all of these thoughts

Running through my head.

Benjamin B
Willits High School

ANONYMOUS ROSES

Puppies are like strawberries that have legs.

Wolves are like handcuffs to the soul.

Diamonds are forever, unlike love.

Dragons feast on fear, like murderers,

Unlike a person's embrace.

The moon is a highway to hell in the sky.

Necklaces are shiny sin-filled love.

Tenderness is wasted on things that don't need kindness.

Anonymous roses are friends you don't know.

Jesse P
10th Grader
Willits High School

MAY 30TH - SENIOR YEAR

I'm drifting.

Still moving,

But with less certainty than before.

The crystalline clarity of my past gone,

Seemingly for good.

I want my old life back.

Hugs.

Applesauce.

Some of my naivete,

Gone.

Him.

Her.

Her.

Her.

This excitement awaits me.

A new life I'm told.

Relentlessly.

I'm being carried downstream

Toward all I've ever imagined.

On my way to a grand ocean of experience.

But I am content.

I was content with the life I had in my little pond.

But I can't go back up the current.

Leah S
12th Grader
Willits High School

ALCOHOL

Alcohol!

My worst enemy.

Not because of age or taste,

But because of what it has done.

It has changed my life.

In many ways then one.

Nothing good comes from alcohol.

I don't care what form.

The results are always bad.

Forget the drunkeness.

Forget the hangovers.

I'm talking about the betrayal.

The betrayal it causes between loved ones.

I hate even the concept of booze.

Keep it away from me.

Bringing it near,

Could be fatal to your health.

When he drinks,

My heart hurts.

My head feels heavy.

There's a sharp ringing in my ears.

Why did you take the first sip?

Why didn't you steer clear?

What has happened to you?

Every time alcohol is involved,

Nothing good happens.

Why did you become friends,

Friends with my worst enemy -

Alcohol!

Rebecca
12th Grade
Willits High School

LIFELINE

Friendship smells like flowers.

Tastes like a sweet apple.

Looks like a cloud.

Feels like a warm fleece blanket.

Bears down on us with a surprise attitude,

And life-changing experience,

Raises our capacity.

Seals the deal.

Drags emotions and feelings out on a piece of paper.

Prepares you for nothing.

Never letting go.

Grounds you from insanity.

Insecure feelings can arise and become nothing.

Never was anything.

At the base of my roots.

Thank you.

For nothing I smelt, tasted, felt or saw.

I am done with this and so are you.

I am here now.

And yes, I am new.

Anonymous
12th Grader
Willits High School

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