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The Chase of a Butterfly
As the wind blows
So flies through my hair
I can smell the warm sunny spring
With the birds chirping
And the soft scent of flowers
The sun shines gently on the grass
As the sun sets slowly
The grass reflects the light with gratitude
And it looks like blades of gold.
I see a butterfly whose wings light up
Like the blue sky
On a spring morning.
So I chase the butterfly.
I giggle and I laugh
And it is carried into the wind
As it whirls around me
I feel the joy of my laughter.
The tiny fragile creature leads me to a man
Whose gentle, soft, beautiful hands
Are wide open.
The butterfly gracefully lands in his hands
He closes up his hands
And he opens them
A dove flies out of his hands.
The dove’s wings are white
Like the angels of Heaven.
--Brenda
life is like a cliff
life is like a cliff
it waits to pull you over the edge
watching you plunge to your death
(ahhelpsaveme) then at the last second save you
with a tiny branch
--Tanner, in the style of e.e. cummings
Duke
Duke is like silver gleaming in the sun.
Duke’s voice is like windchimes.
Duke, I found you.
Duke, my heart is growing smaller.
Duke, I can’t breathe.
Duke, why are you doing this to me?
Now Duke is gone.
My heart’s dying slowly but painfully.
Now he’s gone.
I pray.
--Destiny
These Masks
I must confess
I am not who you think
I make these masks
To hide from the truth
Some can see right through
But can you?
I see you everyday
But you still have not said
I beg silently
Hoping you can
I do not hide from you
I hide from who I am
The real me
You are the closest
Closest to knowing the truth
I wish you could see
So I can see
See if you care,
Like the real me
Another day,
You did not say
I sigh and prepare for tomorrow
Put on the mask and wait
Wait for you to notice.
--Deanna
can’t forget
i cannot imagine forgetting you
shall i forget you a part of me shall die
forget you i can’t
love you I shall (every day of my life)
--Gage, in the style of e.e. cummings
Still There Remains
Still there remains an
empty space for the one
I could never replace
as I go through the days
in a black and white haze
my life becomes a bigger
maze; one I could
never escape.
--Ashleigh
My Dear Child
You were a baby when I got you
So fat and cute, but seemed to (puke)
You grew up in my very eyes and never seemed to lie
But one day you seemed you had to (leave me)
And go far away in the sky
Now I’m all alone crying on my bed
I pray to God that he takes you
I love you my dear child
Farewell
--Hannah
confusion in luv
u luv somebody
(but do u really)
u hate somebody
(& that you’re sure of)
why is confusion
only in luv & not hate
why would someone say
they luv u when they’re confused
confusion is only in luv
& that’s not confusion
--Casandra, in the style of e.e. cummings
Pulling Heart
i feel as though i am lost
incomplete and sad to see
i can’t handle the horror of your love
the way you make me move
how my heart plus…
…the different ways i try to stay
my life is still changing
but feels as though it is standing still.
i can’t move the way you want me to
(the way your heart is pulling)
my life will soon end
change in different ways
but my love will stay the same
i can’t change what is
only what was there before
now my heart is pulling
pulling toward suicide
not toward light
but more toward the dark…
that i’ve been holding inside.
--Kieya
The War Dance
As I listen to the bees
As they fly up in the trees
As the flowers reach for me
As if I am their queen
As I race away
They sway in pain
I feel bad
Because I made them sad
Now as I come back to say sorry
I start to smell wet dog
Soon I’m being barked at
By the flowers’ secret service
They start to do a war dance
And start to prance in a war dance
And now I go away
And never go back
To watch the war dance
--Justice
Fallen
I stare at the flower you gave me
At the beginning it was so full
Full of life, energy, and love
Like us
I stare at the flower
And off falls a petal
I can feel you disappearing
Lying on the floor now are two
Now I feel you slipping away
Now I see another
You call me finally
Listening to you while silently crying
Off falls the fourth petal
You say those words that hurt so much
“I can’t do this,” and “we can still be friends.”
As I begin to cry aloud
Now you hang up
Looking through the tears
The petal that was dangling
Holding on to hope,
Like me
Has already fallen to the floor
This proves to myself that you are gone
The flower you gave has fallen
And therefore we have too.
--Deanna
Like You Did
So kiss me like you did,
My heart stopped beating.
So love me like you did,
The memories are fleeting.
So hold me like you did,
I promise not to go.
So have me like you did,
Digging deep below.
So hide me like you did,
Take away my presence.
So leave me like you did,
Evacuate my essence.
So hate me like you did,
Don’t clot my endless bleeding.
So kill me like you did,
My heart stopped beating.
--Dani
my love is always with you
my love is always with you
(whether you know it or not)
it lasts forever
(just like eternity)
it belongs to you
and only you
love is hard to find
and even harder to keep
--Deanna, in the style of e.e. cummings
She Sits There Alone
She sits there alone.
She can’t walk on her own.
Until the strings are controlled.
Being played; she’s a game.
Tightly closing her eyes as anger goes through her
mind like flames.
She wants to be free; she wants the strings
gone.
The strings she no longer wants that did her wrong.
She waits for the strings to become never.
For it she’d wait forever.
--Jessica
My Poem
“Don’t cry for me,” she said.
Now she’s gone; she’s dead.
I understand, now, her mournful cries.
Though no tears may fall from my eyes.
It’s a curse and a gift.
My eyes, again, begin to lift.
To the sky, where she might be.
With the Lord, but not with me.
--
Gone
She cannot find him.
She wants to be with him.
He left like the snow in the summer.
She feels horrible.
Cold and all alone.
She looks at the stars hoping to find him.
But still NO luck.
She wants to die.
She is all alone inside.
--Mariah
It Follows You Forever
It follows you forever
i thought I escaped it
it found me…
It was a dark, stormy day
the clouds were angry
my future was a prevaricator
i marched up the steps
about to commit
I was almost free…
until…
He arrived.
--
I Walked to the
I walked to the forest,
finding a diamond.
Got there. Gone…
Saw someone in the forest
holding the diamond on his head.
Tried to grab it…
Disappeared. Never seen again.
--Karina
The Rollercoaster of Life
Life is a rollercoaster,
Awesome and sad,
With anything in between.
It could go for 100 years,
And you will never get off,
And if you do then all
you do is…die.
Then you wake from
a dream. The adrenaline
rush from dying.
From the shake
of the guy
who is looking at you
through the window.
--Hector
I Feel Like I’m Digging
i feel like I’m digging
a hole in my heart
i wish I could tell you
how I feel
my heart is sagging
i’m going lower and lower
every day
love is solid and
love is liquid
love is bad
love is good
I think love is bad because
I feel like I’m weeping
--Jeff
6 Star Hotel
I went searching for one thing
this one thing is called love
but love crushes us badly
and doesn’t say sorry
love is like a 6 star hotel
because you want to stay there
but the manager kicks you out.
--Tristan
Fear
fear…
just a thought,
but a powerful thought.
soaks in and takes forever to get out.
starts as just a baby
gets gradually bigger
and overpowers your life.
think of it as an old enemy.
get used to it.
then get rid of it.
--Nickie
Never Ever Will Happen Again
I am up every night
wondering why
you never gave an
explanation or reason
You act as if it
is no big deal
as if it is that easy
to move on
But now I’ve learned
and now I know it
will never ever
have to happen again
--Becca
Hope
Hope is a word
A word of eagerness and fear
She hopes for a new bike
Her hope left for she
didn’t get her bike
He hoped for his mom
to come home
His hope stayed
because his mom came home
Hope is a word of eagerness…
…and fear
--Lacey
The Gold Blade
What is that…
that gold blade
that I used to cut open the sky
and take with me wherever I go?
With my left hand
I will grab the sky
and with the right
I will cut.
My heart fears one thing:
the gold blade.
It cowers in the buses.
It prays for safety.
I pray.
--Tristan
Where Are You?
Here I am lost inside
In this empty world
With dark grey skies
My heart is gone
Gone far, far away
Taken by surprise
By a dark soul
I cry I miss it so much
And I wonder
Why it had to be me
I figured it out
You said it was only right
I still cry, I always cry
My heart is gone
And so are you
--Bailey
Gone and There
I feel as empty
as a carton half gone.
I met you and felt
neither sad nor sorrow.
I saw both options,
observed and looked. Saw
both futures: death and suicide.
Chose and took.
Now I see. Wonder
what my other option
would be? I feel
as dead as a grave
already dug. Feel
like everyone has left
me for the next passerby.
Now I stand with the knife
in my hand, blood on my shirt,
and I look down. I want
to change the past and
forsee the future. But
I must first rid myself
of what I was and get
rid of you. Next time
feel as full as a
glass half there.
--Deanna
life
life’s just a period of time
to be lived (and then forgot)
a time to gain, a time to not
life is just time
a walk (on this mortal ground)
not to be seen
(not to be heard)
life is just time
life is here & now
and once it paces (it is gone)
no chance to get it back
life is just time
--Morgan, in the style of e.e. cummings
the love’s changing story
my love for you changed
(I feel like it is gone)
I want it to change
but the toll it has to take
I now see what what was there
I was lost and needed to be found
(I see the light passing by)
but now the time has come
(I must stop everything and run)
Now the time has come
(goodbye so long)
I feel my heart is gone
For now you say the same
Then next we always play this game
--Kieya, in the style of e.e. cummings
every sidewalk has its crack
every sidewalk has its crack
every painting has its smear
every rose has its thorn
(usually more than one)
don’t believe everything you hear
(then again) don’t block every punch
let life hold you by the hand
it’s a gift cherish it while you can
--Becca, in the style of e.e. cummings
tears of blood
tears of blood
run down my face
(and all these lies
take me to a different
place)
(when my time comes
who will be there?
who will care?)
I’m tired of living
a life where all
the people I know
simply expect me to
live and act like
a normal child
It’s my life so
stay out of it! (//_^)
--Ismael, in the style of e.e. cummings
to them
to them i am simply (an object) from the past
that they wish (i will disappear)
then why do i exist?
(why am I alive?)
when I thought about this
i could (find no answers)
but as you live you need a reason
otherwise it’s the same as being dead
i then come to this conclusion
i exist to live with every human besides myself
(fighting only for yourself)
living while only loving yourself
if you think that everybody else
simply exists to allow you to experience
that feeling
nothing is better then that world
as long as there are people in this
world for me to live with
and continue to feel that (joy of living)
(my existence will not vanish)…