Time

Time it so vary fast the older I get. And I have only heard that it keep’s going faster and faster. It seems like I just got out of my bed today.

Mark

The Wind Cried

“And the wind cried, Mary”

o Why is Hendrix depressed?
o What is he depressed about?
o Why is the wind screaming?
o What dose the wind need to remember?
o Why dose the wind blow names?
o Why dose the wind cry for ‘Mary’?
o Who is Mary?
o What dose Mary mean to Hendrix?
o Why are the traffic lights blue?
o Why is the life lived dead?
o Why will this be the last?

-Nikole-

I Maybe

I Maybe…
I maybe white, I maybe blonde
But my clothes are tight, and my hair is long
Don’t think I’m dumb, cause I look like Barbie,
I’m no wannabe, so don’t hate on me!
Let’s go PARTY!

Rachel

The Mind

The mind is smooth-no motion-
Contented as the aye
Upon the forehead of a bust-
That knows-it cannot see.
‘’oscar’’

Today has been Something

Today has been something
Something that’s been missing
He left me forever
Why I don’t understand why

Help me god
Tell me why he left me this way
He was everything, my world
Can’t he see what he did

So I listen to some rap and heavy metal
Help… there’s nothing I can do any more
You left me out cold
Why I do not know

I can’t get him out of my mind
He was something different
At least I thought he was
But he saw right through me

God needs to help me with this
Because nobody else can
He was something new
Then ended up being old



Melissa

Together

Together As One
Rachel

In the dark of night,
The stars shone bright
And sang their happy song.

The moon spoke to the stars;
Of their journey’s a far
All of them absorbed for so long.

The sky took them in,
As it’s own kin
It sang them all to sleep;
Together as one they were to stay
Forever in its’ keep.

Money

Money
green, paper
spending, saving, investing
greed, freedom, doe, cents
burning, lending, loaning
Iou, checks
paper

Mark

Snow

SNOW
As the snow falls greyly upon the ground,
it screams at the thought of killing trees.
It’s tired and low,
blowing kisses to the flowers hiding underneath.
Yet now it’s cold,
they feel dark and blue.
It bellows with the wind and,
cries in pain.

-Nikole-

Would you rather be dumped

“Would you rather be dumped, or would you prefer to dump somebody else?”

I would rather be dumped so that I would have something to bitch about while writing depressing poetry in a cold, candle lit room while crying and asking “why?” to no particular question while telling myself “I tried”.
Now, hoping you caught my sarcasm, I will give you a response the question on whether I would like to be dumped over dumping someone else. Well, I personally would rather dump somebody else to avoid the bawling and depressing poetry, but I would probably feel bad because I wouldn’t want somebody else to have to bawl their eyes for a month straight and write a series of depressing poems. Dating is such a pain in the ass. Here’s an idea! Lets just be friends.

Ray