Gaby Gil
He is my waffle
And I am his pancake
And he is my best friend
In the whole wide world
He is my butter
And I am his jelly
Together we make perfect PBJS
Cause I love you so
And I want to know
That you to know
That you always be right here
And I love to sing this song to you
Because you are so DEAR <3
Monday, March 30, 2009
"Adventure in a Book"
Racheal Tran
As you open a book,
Go and take a look,
Your journey has just begun.
What are you to be?
When you truly see,
Any character you can choose.
Where will you go?
The book will know,
And you will travel far.
When you turn each page,
The story will not age,
And enjoy your bewitching trip.
But when you are at THE END,
Do not be melancholy my friend,
And just take another book.
And now you start again,
Your new journey began,
A new adventure awaits.
As you open a book,
Go and take a look,
Your journey has just begun.
What are you to be?
When you truly see,
Any character you can choose.
Where will you go?
The book will know,
And you will travel far.
When you turn each page,
The story will not age,
And enjoy your bewitching trip.
But when you are at THE END,
Do not be melancholy my friend,
And just take another book.
And now you start again,
Your new journey began,
A new adventure awaits.
"Bracelets"
Chris Fernandez
Monday morning I wake up half alive
I get ready for school
As I got to school I drag myself through the hallway
I get to homeroom and all I hear
OMG! Does are like some nice bracelets, you would not mind if I borrow one
No, she would not mind she won’t even know it was gone
I go up to her and tell her “you can last a day your bracelets” but then
You would need to call me a liar
What are you trying to hide
Do you cut yourself, did you burn yourself or did they beat you
She gave me her bracelets and the next day I gave them back to her
I tell her what was the point of all your bracelets
You have no cuts, bruises, or burns
And I get a one word response
FASHION!
Monday morning I wake up half alive
I get ready for school
As I got to school I drag myself through the hallway
I get to homeroom and all I hear
OMG! Does are like some nice bracelets, you would not mind if I borrow one
No, she would not mind she won’t even know it was gone
I go up to her and tell her “you can last a day your bracelets” but then
You would need to call me a liar
What are you trying to hide
Do you cut yourself, did you burn yourself or did they beat you
She gave me her bracelets and the next day I gave them back to her
I tell her what was the point of all your bracelets
You have no cuts, bruises, or burns
And I get a one word response
FASHION!
"Laughter"
Tarik Tyler
Laughter can’t go away
Even if you try to hide it.
Laughter will always be with you
No matter who’s with you.
Laughter takes your mind away
From the chaotic mess we call life,
And sometimes laughter can hurt a life.
Some laugh with their mouth wide open
And some laugh with their mouth close.
Some reveal their pearly whites and
Some will refuse
No matter what you do,
Laughter will always be with you
To brighten up your day
Or make the tears go away.
Laughter can’t go away
Even if you try to hide it.
Laughter will always be with you
No matter who’s with you.
Laughter takes your mind away
From the chaotic mess we call life,
And sometimes laughter can hurt a life.
Some laugh with their mouth wide open
And some laugh with their mouth close.
Some reveal their pearly whites and
Some will refuse
No matter what you do,
Laughter will always be with you
To brighten up your day
Or make the tears go away.
"Whenever I See You"
Edgar Sanchez
Whenever I see your dazzling eyes, I can’t stop admiring them. Your eyes bright as the full moon at night. And then I see your gorgeous smile, that I could see from a mile away. Then your sweet, soft voice, so idyllic, and so breathtaking makes me wonder how you could be so flawless. Seeing you is like staring at a piece of art, so beautiful. I get hyponotized by the way that you see right through me. And I feel as if cupid has just hit me. You must already know the way that you make my heart pound faster, faster, and faster by every second that passes by. I am so glad to have found love that last forever.
Whenever I see your dazzling eyes, I can’t stop admiring them. Your eyes bright as the full moon at night. And then I see your gorgeous smile, that I could see from a mile away. Then your sweet, soft voice, so idyllic, and so breathtaking makes me wonder how you could be so flawless. Seeing you is like staring at a piece of art, so beautiful. I get hyponotized by the way that you see right through me. And I feel as if cupid has just hit me. You must already know the way that you make my heart pound faster, faster, and faster by every second that passes by. I am so glad to have found love that last forever.
"Innocent Voices"
Nelly Valladares
What did we do wrong that now they want to kill us?
I look outside the window trying to see the future but the only thing I saw was American
Soldiers killing innocent voices.
Voices that will never be heard again.
Voices that might have beautiful future.
Voices that will never be heard by someone else.
What I also see is family working so hard to maintain their whole family together.
We have come so far, whether should I give up or continue my way lying to myself that everything is fine.
Innocent voices that had nothing to do with it.
Innocent voices never heard, but the sound of bombs I always heard.
What did we do wrong that now they want to kill us?
I look outside the window trying to see the future but the only thing I saw was American
Soldiers killing innocent voices.
Voices that will never be heard again.
Voices that might have beautiful future.
Voices that will never be heard by someone else.
What I also see is family working so hard to maintain their whole family together.
We have come so far, whether should I give up or continue my way lying to myself that everything is fine.
Innocent voices that had nothing to do with it.
Innocent voices never heard, but the sound of bombs I always heard.
"Chocolate"
Dana Faran
Chocolate is my favorite candy
There’s white chocolate,
Milk chocolate,
Dark chocolate,
Hot chocolate,
Chocolate on strawberries,
White chocolate on strawberries,
All kinds of chocolate.
Truffles and lemon chocolates,
Raspberry and strawberry chocolate.
Hershey’s and reeses cups,
Chocolate ice cream,
Chocolate covered pretzels,
And many more I can list,
But now I’ll stop.
Chocolate is my favorite candy
There’s white chocolate,
Milk chocolate,
Dark chocolate,
Hot chocolate,
Chocolate on strawberries,
White chocolate on strawberries,
All kinds of chocolate.
Truffles and lemon chocolates,
Raspberry and strawberry chocolate.
Hershey’s and reeses cups,
Chocolate ice cream,
Chocolate covered pretzels,
And many more I can list,
But now I’ll stop.
"Memories Forever"
Leslye Campos
TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK
It is a simple fact that
Memories don’t last forever,
But there is always one thing.
One memory,
That stays with you forever,
And follows you everywhere you go—
It might be the day you threw your hat up towards the sky
As people clapped and admired the newly graduated class of
Ninety ninety-nine,
Or maybe the day you said
“I do,” to that loved one sitting right next to you,
Or maybe,
Maybe it was the day you held your baby in your arms for the first time
As you kissed him sweetly on his cheek
And softly whispered
“I love you my dearest baby,”
That is the day you realized
That he is the only one keeping you in the world
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Wow,
Time ticks by fast
And that is the one thing,
The one memory,
That has stayed with you forever
And has followed you everywhere you go
TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK
It is a simple fact that
Memories don’t last forever,
But there is always one thing.
One memory,
That stays with you forever,
And follows you everywhere you go—
It might be the day you threw your hat up towards the sky
As people clapped and admired the newly graduated class of
Ninety ninety-nine,
Or maybe the day you said
“I do,” to that loved one sitting right next to you,
Or maybe,
Maybe it was the day you held your baby in your arms for the first time
As you kissed him sweetly on his cheek
And softly whispered
“I love you my dearest baby,”
That is the day you realized
That he is the only one keeping you in the world
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Wow,
Time ticks by fast
And that is the one thing,
The one memory,
That has stayed with you forever
And has followed you everywhere you go
TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK
"The Fire Burned Me"
Lissette Carranza
I felt my heart pushing against my chest.
My blood rushed through my body and I felt my flesh burning.
I felt the tight knot on my voice that washed away my voice from my vocal chords.
My heart kept pounding.
I felt it in my arms, my legs, my face.
I heard it when I leaned against the wall, when I learned
Against my shoulder, when I closed my eyes.
That feeling, the feeling of embarrassment—I hate it!
I was empty inside, the looks they gave me.
The fire on their eyes; the look burned me.
I felt my heart pushing against my chest, my blood rushed through my body and I felt my flesh burning.
I saw the fire on their eyes.
The fire burned me.
That feeling; the feeling of embarrassment—I hate it.
I felt my heart pushing against my chest.
My blood rushed through my body and I felt my flesh burning.
I felt the tight knot on my voice that washed away my voice from my vocal chords.
My heart kept pounding.
I felt it in my arms, my legs, my face.
I heard it when I leaned against the wall, when I learned
Against my shoulder, when I closed my eyes.
That feeling, the feeling of embarrassment—I hate it!
I was empty inside, the looks they gave me.
The fire on their eyes; the look burned me.
I felt my heart pushing against my chest, my blood rushed through my body and I felt my flesh burning.
I saw the fire on their eyes.
The fire burned me.
That feeling; the feeling of embarrassment—I hate it.
Cruz's Poem
Cruz Aguilar
Like…Ummm….Uhh…Mmmmm…Uh…Like…
I wish I had like the finished my work but…
Like Uhh….Mr.Professor sir… Like my … like…
My dog ate kind of…like…took it
Well couldn’t you have gotten it back from it
Like… He kind of… like ate it…all
Well what can we do about this little problem.
Ahh. I got it you can do it all over again.
Well I can’t… like do it. because … I’m like .. going… to… the…
Bahamas.
Well then I hope you have fun in the pyramids
Well… I will have fun climbing those pyramids and having fun in the hot sand of the desert
Well then listen there is there is no pyramids in the Bahamas
Yes there is… you just said so.
Well I lied.
So there are no pyramids
No but Do you know what there is?
No. What is there
There is a detention pass waiting for you
What?
Listen. YOU HAVE DETENTION.
What?
Ohh… Just get to room 213 with this pass
O.K.
Like…Ummm….Uhh…Mmmmm…Uh…Like…
I wish I had like the finished my work but…
Like Uhh….Mr.Professor sir… Like my … like…
My dog ate kind of…like…took it
Well couldn’t you have gotten it back from it
Like… He kind of… like ate it…all
Well what can we do about this little problem.
Ahh. I got it you can do it all over again.
Well I can’t… like do it. because … I’m like .. going… to… the…
Bahamas.
Well then I hope you have fun in the pyramids
Well… I will have fun climbing those pyramids and having fun in the hot sand of the desert
Well then listen there is there is no pyramids in the Bahamas
Yes there is… you just said so.
Well I lied.
So there are no pyramids
No but Do you know what there is?
No. What is there
There is a detention pass waiting for you
What?
Listen. YOU HAVE DETENTION.
What?
Ohh… Just get to room 213 with this pass
O.K.
"Freedom"
Emelyn Caceres
Bright blue skies,
Butterflies ruffle by,
Beautiful white picket fences
Fresh tall green grass
Love in the air people who care
Giggles, laughter, joy and happiness
Keeping a grasp to the farm’s past
And its true background roots behind…
They scream out their lungs
They cry deep inside
The fear in their eyes
The unnecessary surprise
Blisters, Blood, Brutal deaths
Unsteady patterns of their every breath
Paranoia, Insanity and Madness
Slowly creeps into their bleeding minds
As they give it their all to survive
Paralytic corpses lying on the floor
Limbs bursting out of their very bodies
Crawling for freedom
Looking for the sunshine’s welcome
Grinding their numb hanglessly skin on the cell’s floor
Trapped, Trapped, Trapped
Breathless, crowded, trapped
Slowly their dying for your own pleasure
These animals are suffering just to get what you call “food”
When it’s just slaughter
So tell me, next time, will you think about what’s on your plate?
Butterflies ruffle by,
Beautiful white picket fences
Fresh tall green grass
Love in the air people who care
Giggles, laughter, joy and happiness
Keeping a grasp to the farm’s past
And its true background roots behind…
They scream out their lungs
They cry deep inside
The fear in their eyes
The unnecessary surprise
Blisters, Blood, Brutal deaths
Unsteady patterns of their every breath
Paranoia, Insanity and Madness
Slowly creeps into their bleeding minds
As they give it their all to survive
Paralytic corpses lying on the floor
Limbs bursting out of their very bodies
Crawling for freedom
Looking for the sunshine’s welcome
Grinding their numb hanglessly skin on the cell’s floor
Trapped, Trapped, Trapped
Breathless, crowded, trapped
Slowly their dying for your own pleasure
These animals are suffering just to get what you call “food”
When it’s just slaughter
So tell me, next time, will you think about what’s on your plate?
"'Silence is golden'"
Leslie A. Campos
“Silence is golden”
The phrase that has been used so many times
Yet it is such a lie
The words repeatively with no such courage
Though all of it is just word of the mouth
Does the child
Trapped by her father
Self-kept from her mother
Believe silence is golden?
Does the unborn life
Sushed without a choice
Kept from living
Believe silence is golden?
Does the man
Lying on his cardboard bed
With his breath singing loneliness
Believe such a cliché statement?
The words that echo through the wind
Left unnoticed
Are silent
Is “silence is golden”
Would there be a heart beat?
The beat that contains our survival
Like the drums that pound the heart away
If “silence is golden”
Would there be music?
The music everywhere
If it’s not Aerosmith
Vivaldi
Or Nickelback
Or simply a child playing with pots and pans
Clink, clank, thump
Making the sound of life
If “silence is golden”
Why would we need words
Why would we need letters
Why would we need
Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X,
Y would we need the alphabet
If my words will only come out like (this)
And my mouth will only be (moving)
If “silence IS golden”
I
I would be dead
My heart beat
My beat
Beat
Beat
Beat
Silent
“Silence is golden”
The phrase that has been used so many times
Yet it is such a lie
The words repeatively with no such courage
Though all of it is just word of the mouth
Does the child
Trapped by her father
Self-kept from her mother
Believe silence is golden?
Does the unborn life
Sushed without a choice
Kept from living
Believe silence is golden?
Does the man
Lying on his cardboard bed
With his breath singing loneliness
Believe such a cliché statement?
The words that echo through the wind
Left unnoticed
Are silent
Is “silence is golden”
Would there be a heart beat?
The beat that contains our survival
Like the drums that pound the heart away
If “silence is golden”
Would there be music?
The music everywhere
If it’s not Aerosmith
Vivaldi
Or Nickelback
Or simply a child playing with pots and pans
Clink, clank, thump
Making the sound of life
If “silence is golden”
Why would we need words
Why would we need letters
Why would we need
Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X,
Y would we need the alphabet
If my words will only come out like (this)
And my mouth will only be (moving)
If “silence IS golden”
I
I would be dead
My heart beat
My beat
Beat
Beat
Beat
Silent
Sunday, March 29, 2009
"Follow Your Dreams"
Priscilla Larrea
Trouble arrives I measures,
And we stack it up real high,
Until we’re convinced,
We have no reason to try.
If you feel defeated,
You’re absolutely wrong,
For if you follow your dream,
You could never loose for long.
The future holds great promise,
Your destiny unknown,
And you’re never alone.
Soar bravely toward your goal.
Let nothing darken the way.
You can change your tomorrow,
If you seek your dream today.
Trouble arrives I measures,
And we stack it up real high,
Until we’re convinced,
We have no reason to try.
If you feel defeated,
You’re absolutely wrong,
For if you follow your dream,
You could never loose for long.
The future holds great promise,
Your destiny unknown,
And you’re never alone.
Soar bravely toward your goal.
Let nothing darken the way.
You can change your tomorrow,
If you seek your dream today.
"The Day I Cried"
Lisett Baiza
As I walked out the door.
I saw my sister in the bench sitting down.
She was trying to hide her tears so I couldn’t see her.
Ii saw her wipe away her tears.
I told her “Why are you crying. You don’t have to hide your tears?”
She didn’t want to tell me.
I was getting worried.
I ask my brother what was wrong.
My brother Juan took a deep breath.
He didn’t know how to tell me.
I told him just to tell me, but he said it was too hard for him.
He didn’t look hurt like my sister.
I felt like I was left out.
My brother Juan told me my brother Noe was at the hospital.
I was wondering why, but in the outside some tears came out.
I started to cry and felt the pain that my sister was going through.
I wanted to be with her so we both feel the same pain, but I thought it will be better ffor us to reflect in own way.
As I walked out the door.
I saw my sister in the bench sitting down.
She was trying to hide her tears so I couldn’t see her.
Ii saw her wipe away her tears.
I told her “Why are you crying. You don’t have to hide your tears?”
She didn’t want to tell me.
I was getting worried.
I ask my brother what was wrong.
My brother Juan took a deep breath.
He didn’t know how to tell me.
I told him just to tell me, but he said it was too hard for him.
He didn’t look hurt like my sister.
I felt like I was left out.
My brother Juan told me my brother Noe was at the hospital.
I was wondering why, but in the outside some tears came out.
I started to cry and felt the pain that my sister was going through.
I wanted to be with her so we both feel the same pain, but I thought it will be better ffor us to reflect in own way.
"A Friend"
Marleny Yanez
A friend is like a flower, a beautiful flower, a beautiful rose unleashing its petals to be exact, or maybe a brand new gate that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise, or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies.
A friend is a like a heart that grows strong until the end of our lives, or maybe a friend is like a clover hard to find but lucky to keep. Where would we be in this world if we didn’t have a friend?
A friend is like a flower, a beautiful flower, a beautiful rose unleashing its petals to be exact, or maybe a brand new gate that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise, or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies.
A friend is a like a heart that grows strong until the end of our lives, or maybe a friend is like a clover hard to find but lucky to keep. Where would we be in this world if we didn’t have a friend?
"The Hideaway"
Nadia Garcia
Billy’s a boy who likes to play
Billy’s a boy who stays away
From all the rest of the boys and girls
Including the girl with the big red curls
You see when Billy plays
He doesn’t just play
But he goes to a secret hideaway
It’s not in his head.
It is indeed real
That other boys and girls can touch and feel
“The Magical World of Billy Hay”
He laughs and plays in a silly daze
Billy sees past what others can see
Billy sees far more than what things appear to be
Billy sees far more than you and me
Billy’s a boy who likes to play
Billy’s a boy who stays away
From all the rest of the boys and girls
Including the girl with the big red curls
You see when Billy plays
He doesn’t just play
But he goes to a secret hideaway
It’s not in his head.
It is indeed real
That other boys and girls can touch and feel
“The Magical World of Billy Hay”
He laughs and plays in a silly daze
Billy sees past what others can see
Billy sees far more than what things appear to be
Billy sees far more than you and me
"I Wake Up"
Leo Artiga
I wake up to go to
School then come back
And act like a fool
And next thing you know
I get nothing to do.
But then i go to bed
And I wake up with
A trend and when
I arrive to school I
Figured I have left
My homework in
My
Bed.
"So Much Luck"
Brenda Chapa
Tick tock tick tock
Life goes on fast
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Your blood pumps through
You know you are alive
You just have to hold on.
Not knowing what's going to happen next
You let your life go.
You smoke,
You drink....
As if you don't care what's going to happen next.
Supposely this cures you supposely it helps you.
But you don't know who you're harming.
One step closer to death,
A catastrophe...
You get older and you start to enjoy it more.
As infections such as HIV and Aids start to infect your body.
Why can’t you understand?
Supposedly with that much fun,
Your life seems to get better?
Can’t you understand?
Can’t you just listen?
Can’t you see your body is decaying as of you were a skeleton?
Your skin on your bone so tight, as if you’re anorexic.
Don’t you think that if you just wake up one day you could be dead?
Why are you coughing?
Why do you look so sick?
Didn’t they tell you?
Didn’t you listen?
At least you’ve survived?
Can’t you still understand?
Don’t you why can’t you?
What, must a car knock the sense out of you?
Wait don’t tell me you will still survive that?
Seeing you laying there useless as if you were
A little kid wearing its diapers.
As if you were a kid but instead in the form of an adult.
What about your parents?
Verily affording for your care?
Supposedly they say you may not be the same?
But we all hope you will come back as the same once again.
They just say, they all just think that all you had was luck.
Tick tock tick tock
Your life could be gone.
Tick tock tick tock
Life goes on fast
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Your blood pumps through
You know you are alive
You just have to hold on.
Not knowing what's going to happen next
You let your life go.
You smoke,
You drink....
As if you don't care what's going to happen next.
Supposely this cures you supposely it helps you.
But you don't know who you're harming.
One step closer to death,
A catastrophe...
You get older and you start to enjoy it more.
As infections such as HIV and Aids start to infect your body.
Why can’t you understand?
Supposedly with that much fun,
Your life seems to get better?
Can’t you understand?
Can’t you just listen?
Can’t you see your body is decaying as of you were a skeleton?
Your skin on your bone so tight, as if you’re anorexic.
Don’t you think that if you just wake up one day you could be dead?
Why are you coughing?
Why do you look so sick?
Didn’t they tell you?
Didn’t you listen?
At least you’ve survived?
Can’t you still understand?
Don’t you why can’t you?
What, must a car knock the sense out of you?
Wait don’t tell me you will still survive that?
Seeing you laying there useless as if you were
A little kid wearing its diapers.
As if you were a kid but instead in the form of an adult.
What about your parents?
Verily affording for your care?
Supposedly they say you may not be the same?
But we all hope you will come back as the same once again.
They just say, they all just think that all you had was luck.
Tick tock tick tock
Your life could be gone.
"Irony"
Elaine Flores
Silhouette's dance in the morning sky,
City lights glisten, and twinkle as bright stars,
Subtle variations of blue faintly appear,
A mockingbird sings a soothing, melodic chirp
An ocean wave shrinks and fades as it hits the ocean shore,
A flower bloomed after a long, icy winter,
And anyother person was silenced forever and eternity,
Left to die with their dreams,
On that newly green, green grass,
On that beautiful day
"I Don't Want to Leave You"
Mario Chum
I feel dry I want to touch the sky.
My dreams are in some butterfly.
Time passes by. I don't want to say good bye.
One creepy dream inside I refuse to hide.
My dreams are like some butterfly.
I can't forget the time i cried.
One creepy dream inside I refuse to hide.
I wish i would never wake up with anger.
I can't wait to find my soul mate.
I wish I would never wake up with anger.
My future is almost over
Don't know why.
I can't leave that pretty girl,
So I don't want to die.
I don't know why time passes by.
I don't want to say good bye.
My future is over and don't know why.
I feel dry I want to touch the sky.
My dreams are in some butterfly.
Time passes by. I don't want to say good bye.
One creepy dream inside I refuse to hide.
My dreams are like some butterfly.
I can't forget the time i cried.
One creepy dream inside I refuse to hide.
I wish i would never wake up with anger.
I can't wait to find my soul mate.
I wish I would never wake up with anger.
My future is almost over
Don't know why.
I can't leave that pretty girl,
So I don't want to die.
I don't know why time passes by.
I don't want to say good bye.
My future is over and don't know why.
"The Bystander"
Gerardo Garcia
What do I do?
What can I do?
I guess I'll just wait.
It is not fair, the kid wasn't doing anything and he is shorter and weaker than he is.
But he doesn't care.
He is torturing him, pushing him, punching him.
He threw him on the ground and now he is kicking him.
I can't watch... it's too morbid.
I guess I'll just wait.
Wait... he just went away, but the kid did not get up.
On the ground he stayed.
The ambulance came.
What did I do?
What could I have done?
I could have stopped it but I did nothing.
I am a bystander.
"Smiles"
Ana Reyes
Smiles
Smiles can represent different emotions in different ways.
Smiles are often used when you wake up on your birthday and your whole family is there singing "Las mallanitas" or "Happy Birthday" to you.
Smiles can be real when wanted
Like when your crush looks straight into your eyes and smiles back at you while your heart is beating 100 times harder than normal.
And smiles can be fake when wanted.
Like when when you don't like one of your family members but your mom tells you to smile and be nice.
You smile when it's Christmas morning and you go downstairs to open up your presents and you see a box with your name on it and open it up and see the game you've been waiting since it came out one month before and you run up to your parents and hug them and say "Thanks you're the best!" and they smile back at you with joy.
Smiles can be sad in a difficult way,
Like sadness hiding deep, deep inside of you.
But all I know is that
You smile,
I smile,
And that we all smile.
Smiles
Smiles can represent different emotions in different ways.
Smiles are often used when you wake up on your birthday and your whole family is there singing "Las mallanitas" or "Happy Birthday" to you.
Smiles can be real when wanted
Like when your crush looks straight into your eyes and smiles back at you while your heart is beating 100 times harder than normal.
And smiles can be fake when wanted.
Like when when you don't like one of your family members but your mom tells you to smile and be nice.
You smile when it's Christmas morning and you go downstairs to open up your presents and you see a box with your name on it and open it up and see the game you've been waiting since it came out one month before and you run up to your parents and hug them and say "Thanks you're the best!" and they smile back at you with joy.
Smiles can be sad in a difficult way,
Like sadness hiding deep, deep inside of you.
But all I know is that
You smile,
I smile,
And that we all smile.
"2 Faces"
Jonathon Rodriguez
US TEENAGERS...
IN PUBLIC...
WE FAKE A SMILE,
PRETEND WE ARE OK WHEN WE ARE NOT
LAUGH LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW
WE JOKE AROUND
AND WE HAVE TONS OF FUN
BUT THAT IS JUST ON THE OUTSIDE.
IN PRIVATE?
WE LET IT OUT!!!
SCREAM UNTIL THERE IS NO VOICE LEFT IN US.
GO BALLISTIC!!!
UGH!!!!
WE HATE OUR TRIBULATIONS!!!!
IN PUBLIC WE MUST LOOK GOOD!
WE HUG PEOPLE!
WE BEHAVE LIKE HYPOCRITES...
SOMETIMES WE STAY EXPRESSIONLESS...SAVING OUR ENERGY...
SCREAMING?
IN PRIVATE!!!
US TEENAGERS...
IN PUBLIC...
WE FAKE A SMILE,
PRETEND WE ARE OK WHEN WE ARE NOT
LAUGH LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW
WE JOKE AROUND
AND WE HAVE TONS OF FUN
BUT THAT IS JUST ON THE OUTSIDE.
IN PRIVATE?
WE LET IT OUT!!!
SCREAM UNTIL THERE IS NO VOICE LEFT IN US.
GO BALLISTIC!!!
UGH!!!!
WE HATE OUR TRIBULATIONS!!!!
IN PUBLIC WE MUST LOOK GOOD!
WE HUG PEOPLE!
WE BEHAVE LIKE HYPOCRITES...
SOMETIMES WE STAY EXPRESSIONLESS...SAVING OUR ENERGY...
SCREAMING?
IN PRIVATE!!!
"Beautiful Flower"
Evelyn Montiel
Blooms like a sun shining in the sky or when you just all water it brightens your day and makes you smile like a newborn baby. Opens its petals and blooms to see what awaits it. Opens its petals like a newborn butterfly just spreading out of its cocoon and opening to the new world. Describes happiness and joy which can bring a smile to your face by smelling the delicious fragrance running through your nose. A flower is a flower that just opens just for you.
Blooms like a sun shining in the sky or when you just all water it brightens your day and makes you smile like a newborn baby. Opens its petals and blooms to see what awaits it. Opens its petals like a newborn butterfly just spreading out of its cocoon and opening to the new world. Describes happiness and joy which can bring a smile to your face by smelling the delicious fragrance running through your nose. A flower is a flower that just opens just for you.
"Hypnotized"
Rolando Gomez
Hypnotized
The word that comes
To mind when,
I see your eyes
Your lips. They are like magnets
That attracts me right to you. When I see
You, you make me stop thinking, but
You make me start thinking of you as
If you were a beautiful red rose with soft petals.
When you talk to me, you got me
So hypnotized that the only thing I see
Is you brown eyes, I myself sometimes get embarrassed
To talk to a beautiful girl as a
Beautiful butterfly flaps its blue-violet wings in the blue sky.
You hypnotize me to no end, just as there is no end to us.
Hypnotized
The word that comes
To mind when,
I see your eyes
Your lips. They are like magnets
That attracts me right to you. When I see
You, you make me stop thinking, but
You make me start thinking of you as
If you were a beautiful red rose with soft petals.
When you talk to me, you got me
So hypnotized that the only thing I see
Is you brown eyes, I myself sometimes get embarrassed
To talk to a beautiful girl as a
Beautiful butterfly flaps its blue-violet wings in the blue sky.
You hypnotize me to no end, just as there is no end to us.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
"Nigerian Princess"
Unwana Ekpa
I don my offspring iwud--lacy, vibrant scarf wrapping around my head.
"Sine offong! Ini ekem edidaka!"
Mommy yells at the top of her lungs, rushing me to hurry up and get ready to go.
What to wear... what to wear
I choose the pink outfit, but
stares of admiration slip from my eyes.
I can't help it,
falling into this daydream;
this outfit transforms me.
In the midst of the vast, deafening Independence Day festival
looking down at myself brings such glee.
Floating in the embroidered pink lace,
the pattern of the silver vines.
The silky, cloisonne designs
are a clever alternative to gold.
A scalloped edge intertwines the colors: the gentle pinks and the striking silvers and golds,
and finishes my appearance.
How do i look?
Outsides
hating the itchy Nigerian clothing;
insides churning--I do not do my garb justice
Frantically, I search for a mirror
the revealing glass brings tears to my eyes.
Is this me? Me,
black girl whose parents happen to be born in Africa?
Or me,
governor's daughter, niece, something?
Anyone but me.
Whenever mommy wears her Nigerian garb,
she is so blissful.
The stunning queen of her terrain.
Not the Houstonian.
Akwa Ibom royalty.
One who says, "Abadiye! Idioko?"
To her state that knows her so well,
and "Hello! How are you?"
to the outside world who does not.
She represents my country.
Where NEPA frequently turns off the electricity;
where fufu and egusi soup are eaten daily.
And I, fruit of her womb,
I have never felt this pride
until now
though I see it
in her eyes all the time?
Born with innocent embarrassment around my heart,
these clothes make me feel what she feels.
Please to embrace me, Nigeria
simply because
that's who I am.
Nigerian princess.
I don my offspring iwud--lacy, vibrant scarf wrapping around my head.
"Sine offong! Ini ekem edidaka!"
Mommy yells at the top of her lungs, rushing me to hurry up and get ready to go.
What to wear... what to wear
I choose the pink outfit, but
stares of admiration slip from my eyes.
I can't help it,
falling into this daydream;
this outfit transforms me.
In the midst of the vast, deafening Independence Day festival
looking down at myself brings such glee.
Floating in the embroidered pink lace,
the pattern of the silver vines.
The silky, cloisonne designs
are a clever alternative to gold.
A scalloped edge intertwines the colors: the gentle pinks and the striking silvers and golds,
and finishes my appearance.
How do i look?
Outsides
hating the itchy Nigerian clothing;
insides churning--I do not do my garb justice
Frantically, I search for a mirror
the revealing glass brings tears to my eyes.
Is this me? Me,
black girl whose parents happen to be born in Africa?
Or me,
governor's daughter, niece, something?
Anyone but me.
Whenever mommy wears her Nigerian garb,
she is so blissful.
The stunning queen of her terrain.
Not the Houstonian.
Akwa Ibom royalty.
One who says, "Abadiye! Idioko?"
To her state that knows her so well,
and "Hello! How are you?"
to the outside world who does not.
She represents my country.
Where NEPA frequently turns off the electricity;
where fufu and egusi soup are eaten daily.
And I, fruit of her womb,
I have never felt this pride
until now
though I see it
in her eyes all the time?
Born with innocent embarrassment around my heart,
these clothes make me feel what she feels.
Please to embrace me, Nigeria
simply because
that's who I am.
Nigerian princess.
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