MPitS - Willits High School

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Willits High School
2009/2010

No Lo Merecí But I Got It.

I use to think we were born to smile,
Become somebody in life.
But after his fist hit my face,
Everything went bad.
As if my body was cut up with a knife,
I use to think we were born to die.
Every day in between was just a waste of time,
I always thought I would cry till I died.
Sometimes I thought of committing suicide.
I don’t know how I let that happen,
And all I can think of now is why? Why? Why?

Cecilia
Grade 11, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

My Mind

If you walk a mile in my shoes,
You would get lost,
Lost in the love of my dad,
Lost in the confusion of my sister Kati,
Lost in the past of my sister Sadie,
Lost in my giving to others,
Lost in my mind,
Lost in my life,
You don’t even have to walk a mile,
Just take a step,
Lost in the mind of a teenager,
You might be surprised,
Surprised of how much is in my head,
My mind is just cluttered.

Brooke
Grade 11, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

Truth in Pain’s Way

Truth is not always easy.
But it can be.
You need truth if you want to be in a relationship
for a longtime.
You have to look for the sign.
Never end up crying.
People sometime go and drink wine,
`cause of all the lying.
But people who don’t lie,
end up having more days before dying.
It makes pain
when people lie to get lots of fame.
It’s not a game.
That’s someone’s main pain
you’re making by all the shame
You make them gain.
Someone’s life is hurt.
Do you like putting someone down like that
so they feel like a piece of dirt?
I hope you’re proud of throwing someone’s soul on the ground.
And watching it pound.

Troy
Grade 12, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

Music You’re In My Blood / Música, Estáis En Mi Sangre

Music, you’re supreme… the blood I need.
We were never them… we’re different.
I breathe.
My breath rose to the heavens with tears of the Innocents.
I cry blood from the sorrow that is within me.
I’m thirsty with passion.
Give me something to drink
So I can feel satisfied and grateful.
Music, don’t make me close my eyes
So I can see you all my life.
You are the light that illuminates my path.
Come here, because you are my light.

Música, estáis arriba… sangre necesito.
Nunca éramos ellos… somos diferentes.
Suspiro.
Mi aliento subió al cielo
Con lágrimas de inocentes.
Lloro sangre del dolor que hay dentro de mí.
Dame líquido para estar satisfecho y agradecido.
Música, no me cierres los ojos
Para poder verte toda mi vida.
La luz que alumbras mi camino, eres tú.
Ven para acá que tú eres mi luz.

Lenny
Grade 11, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

Waiting For Another Peaceful Dream.

I’m dreaming.
I say “hello” You say “goodbye”
My dogs howling through the night.
Funny teeth over lips looking at me;
Jumping at me; following me.
Real human eyes staring at my soul.
One tooth sticking out, white as snow.
Light brown eyeliner eyes looking at me, Soft as a teddy bear pillow.
Hearing kids yell, Saying “mom and dad”.
Trees blowing; a cherry bloom, a grape tree, an apple tree.
I think “what would it be like, to live in old china”?
Cherry blooms falling down, walking through flowers.
Now, thinking of Mexico; chickens dancing, music playing,
Krazy walking down the streets to a peaceful river.
Hearing people sleeping.
The Luna moon in the night sky. Wind blowing.
Clock ringing!! Getting up. Waiting for another peaceful dream.

Yanira
Grade 10, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

Dear Patience,

I can’t think on the spot;
That’s always been my problem with writing.
Once my mind is clear and on track,
I can write very powerful things.
At this present time, my mind is not so clear;
So here I am, writing to my own mind,
Writing about something to write about.
This kind of thing irritates me; I’m sorry.
I get too easily irritated or mad when I can’t think…….
Patience is key to poetry; that’s why I will never do poetry.
Dear Patience,
Why do you insist on p---ing me off?

Paul
Grade 11, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

Untitled

today I dwell,
but not among the humans.
Today I dwell among another species.
Among the alleys within my mind.
The activities of the other species today,
Are nothing more than far away scenes from a movie…
A movie everyone but me, seems to be watching.
This place I call ghost town
(for I have been here before)
Is not discontent,
It is not bad,
But it is: lonely.
The lack of human contact
Is horribly terrifying.
When they speak to me, I can hear,
But I cannot listen.
When they touch me the telegrams of response are not
Sent to my limbs.
Although my brain tells me something is there,
I do not feel.
I begin to question my own sanity,
My own existence,
And soon find myself lost within the chaos in my mind.
Worry and fear flood my thoughts,
So I make a dart for the door! But…
It is locked.
I hate this town.
It is numb here.
So I search desperately, for some type of feeling:
Anger, sadness, something, anything!
But the more I think,
the further I sink,
into this pile of quicksand.
If only I could transform into something else.
Even regress to the age of Jim Crow!
As long as I didn’t have the thoughts!
The beatings,
I could handle.
But the memories.
The memories are murder.

Joanna
Grade 11, Willits High School
PJ Flowers, Poet Teacher

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