Poetry I Wrote in High SchoolContentsA DreamA red panda crashes a shiny spring,So a humongous snowflake may see Behind that long, high sleigh. Window creator mustn't invade People this blessing may duck. Yet falls a certain displease; A hate of people. SunsetRed clouds grace the skyWhich is painted in blue, pink, Vivid lavendar. ITIt sits thereQuiet You speculate That it must be Devoid of all Hope It seems to Solidify the Already stiff Air They seem to Stare at the cube With no obvious Cause It sits there Quiet HomeNow we are here,We really have come. Coming to visit, Our old planet Earth. We were born In this world, And here we have come. This place is renewal Of body and soul, Our heart's desire, A planet of gold. NonlifeThe three contemplatedAll wonders of the universe, We couldn't make sense of it, Yet they knew it had to be. The couldn't know why they went out there, I guess we found peace in nothing, yet nothing was all and everything, The didn't know why, but it had to be. We seemed to like it, However it overwhelmed them, They couldn't possibly see anything, Yet we saw all and everything. It wasn't as if they all did this, Just those certain special three, Just us, just we who knew and didn't, They were the only ones out there. A SonnetOn our transversal paths I vaporize.A fair asessment of a crazy need: A starry night, bright light shines in my eyes- The beetle's warning I shall surely heed. Insect study is entomology (The fly, the flea the bee the butterfly): A study of small bug biology In cabinets in my room for them to lie. In a black limousine I slowly ride On route to die. I give a faint ho-hum. An elevator in which I may hide? Shall I go to the beat of a new drum? The butterfly's light wing will tear off clean. I will know the beat of the tambourine. GasI am a gas-not unlike helium; a noble gas- unable to mix with the other elements under most conditions very rarely am I found unalone- not unlike helium- I am a gas! truly noble. BloodI wonder if there is enoughHuman blood? To stain the Earth dark red-- Like my red; The best red; Blood red-- And leave the green And dark purple, I wonder how big Of a stain I am? Do They know How big a volume of Blood would cover The earth in dark red? |
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