My poems

[Twister II]

These are from our poetry unit in school;

 

My Last Goodbye

 

Im just going to write whats on my mind

I’m searching for answers I can not find

 

I am alone, I feel so lonely

My happiness fake, I am a phoney

 

Of my hearts true feelings I wish I could speak

The people will judge me, they’ll call me a freak

 

These feelings are ghosts that ever haunt me

Powered by fear the people taunt me

 

No-one to turn to, no-one to tell

No ray of light in this desolate hell

 

The darkness its takes me

At night I cry

I look to the world

My last good bye

 

The Bite of the Raptor from Jurassic Park by Michael Chriton(sp?)

Raining

Splashing on the ground and leaves

Rumbling

Rumbling

The swirling quick beat emerges

From the dark, cloudy sky above

“Call a doctor!” is what is said

Blood drenched the boy

Carried by older men

They proclaim a construction

Accident, shining pale and white

We knew he was attacked, attacked by what

All he muttered,

“Raptor,” faintly, “Lo sa raptor”

Raptor, bird of prey

 

The Jump (only 1/2 of poem)

I can see little movement

before the bushes ahead

Some one jumps out, I take a blow to the head

then a quick sock to the stomach, I may be dead

I fell kicks

I taste blood

I smell the metal

off of my attackers gun

Im calm now with the barrel pointed

to my head

I quick jolt

now Im dead

I lay here in my puddle of blood

waiting to wake up

wake up

I see light, just light

whiter than ever before

am I in heaven

or going down stairs once more?......

 

That Name

What’s in a name?

Nothing probably, but this name is designed to bring with a great deal of shame

So what is a “faggot”?

I hear the word and I’m not sure if I can hack it

So I stumble, drop the ball, it’s a fumble

Last quator of the football game, ten seconds to go, take me back and put me on the bench now I can smell it in the crowd,

The stench

Burning eyes, going legally insane

Like the sudden suprise...

Of getting hit by a train

What is gay? What is straight?

Because who really knows what a guy thinks before he starts to collaborate

Nothing in this world is sadder

Than a young teen whose soul’s been shattered

But it will, if you let it, so don’t

Will eternal hatred go away? It won’t

A word is only as powerful as you let it

But it will

It doesn’t matter your name, his name, date of birth or his special skill...

[M_Force_4_ever]

those were very good especially the first one. here is a poem of my very own:

Mystic Journey

 

Two people embrace

They will soon be leaving earth’s surface

They slip away into the darkness together

 

They immerge as they arrive at there destination

A place where peace runs freely

The beauty of this place fills their veins with the majesty of love compelling their every action

 

They stand mountain top as mist surrounds them and reiterates their confidence in love They have undertaken on a mystic journey to find truth, compassion and freedom

What is it that has inspired this mystic journey?

Have emotions taken over their souls subtly taking them deeper and deeper into a true life where perfection is easily attained?

Or has evil disappeared from all they have ever known?

 

What is it that they seek?

Is it a serene ecstasy where everything good reigns?

Or is it something much more, so deep we cannot even begin to conceive the wonderful purity of it?

Does this place really exist or just within the realms of their minds collectively exchanging every experience ever known to them?

For is this place something as simple as love which can incite pain and pleasure and bring fourth indescribable emotions?

The mystic journey is over while at the same time just beginning.