2009

Creative Writing Club 2009

 

William Dean

 

I fell asleep at school today

I let my mind run astray

I heard a man come through the Door.

I looked at him and was no more.

I found myself upon a field.

The man was there with sword and shield.

 

Deanna Tatum

 

Calc

 

the Darwin fish is on fire!

it’s gonna rain

High of 79 until Christmas

then it’ll be 30 degrees

 

I’m gonna prove 2 of these distances

are equal—but one is not

Wow that’s an awkward triangle

We ain’t supposed to do that

 

Supposed to, Supposed to

s’posed to, s’posed to

—I know, I’ve done all the problems

 

How did God work through us?

It’s Jesus—no!

It’s a rocket!

Think he’s gonna die?

Probly not.

Her soft green cardigan

now long forgotten by everyone

but me

sits in a bottom drawer,

very unlike its throne

on the back of her

kitchen chair—draped

languidly but ever at the ready.

It waited to keep her warm

or perhaps to be worn by

a dirty nymph child bound

for adventure or settling to sleep. The sweater always

reassured the wearer with its

bright stitching and heady perfumed folds.

Twelve sizes too big but it was perfect. Fitting

for a child dressed in Magic Marker rags.

I can still see her, feisty sweet thing

rocking in her perfectly molded

chair, her glasses slipping while

her hands groped the trusted

sweater. If only the scent had endured.

 

Lover’s Dance

 

Perfect cologne

Envelops me—

Clean warm musk.

I smile softly

In anticipation

Of the night ahead—

Wet tendrils gently caressing

Cool skin

Turning my hair into

A dripping frizzy crown.

Just me and my rain

Dancing,

Our thunderous song booming

My white shirt

Fully exposing me

I will not notice

The slimy grass tickling my

Bare feet

Prancing carelessly

While the skies weep

For me

 

Statistics

 

Statistics

That’s what they’re called

A way to scare away

The ones contemplating the Act

 

But what about

The ones drowning in

Sorrows—on the rocks with salt

They won’t care about obscurity

 

Go away

Go away—make it leave

As long as the pain stops

Their hearts already have

 

The ones wailing themselves into a

Neat stupor

Won’t even remember their names

 

Who cares about

The ones muttering invocations

Of days past and evils beaten

Stumbling down the street?

 

Cameron “Wiggles” Wiggenhorn

 

The Book

 

A story I may complete someday about a ultra-stereotypical hero that finds a book that reads a different story depending on the person.  It's actually a lot of fun to write, because I don't really have to stick to one specific story for a long period of time.

 

                        Chapter 1

 

            Our story starts with a hero. A hero just like any hero, mind you, with dashing good looks, immense and intense strength and speed, and of course, plenty of heroic deeds for all the bards to sing about. The hero had a side kick. You know, those people who chase after the hero whilst being nothing but annoying. The hero wielded a sword with some ridiculous name and absurd legend behind it that only a writer could come up with.

 

            Recently, our stereotypical hero was called on by a ridiculously rich king. Apparently, the princess was missing again, and she needed to be rescued and married off at once, to the hero of course. So the hero inquired as to the whereabouts, only to learn that the king seemed to have misplaced her while counting his money. So the hero dashingly and heroically dived into a large gold pile in search of the fair maiden. He dug for a while before he felt his hand touch something hard, but not gold. His surprise was imminent as a dragon roared itself out of the pile, launching our hero into the air. After a harsh landing, our hero readied his sword while his sidekick began to scream annoyingly.

 

            The dragon was instantly bored from this tirade of unending stereotypes, so it quickly flew away, leaving a book behind. The hero snatched up the book and began to read.

 

            "Our story starts with a hero. A hero unlike any hero you've ever seen, mind you, with a plain face, pitiful power, and strangely enough, no experience at all. In fact, our hero is but a 15 year old boy. The boy only had an imaginary friend, an imaginary friend who was mute, and thusly never annoying.

 

            The adventure started like many do for 15 year old boys, with a girl. After a lot of peer pressure from his imaginary friend, he finally worked up the courage to ask the girl out. She responded by slapping him across the face. He slumped into a booth at a restaurant while his friend comforted him with a hug. Trying to avert his mind, the boy decided to talk to his friend about a book he just read. As the two talked the boy mused that his friend always read the same books as him. The two were perfect for each other.

 

            During the conversation, the boy noticed his friend seemed to have something on his mind. The boy asked about it and the friend mentioned that he wanted to try and ask someone out. The boy encouraged his friend, and his friend walked over to a pretty girl sitting alone. The imaginary friend brought the girl back to the booth and sat next to her. The girl explained that she already had a boyfriend but was always looking for people to join her group of friends. The boy was overjoyed. Finally, he made more friends. Soon, tow guys walked into the restaurant and introduced themselves as the girl's friends and willing to make new ones.

 

            The boy was overjoyed and made to leave with his new friends, but he found he couldn't. He pressed his face to a window and watched his friend walk away. The friend glanced back at the boy and, noticing him, sailed and waved goodbye.

 

            With a tear the boy faded away."

 

            Our hero quickly shut the book, a wave of confusion rushing through his head. What a strange story, with such strange style. Nonetheless, it was foolish to ponder, as there was a damsel in distress that needed saving, a fact that was constantly being drilled into his head by the sidekick. So the hero and the sidekick journeyed and slayed the dragon (no thanks to the sidekick, of course), and brought the princess back to the palace. There, the king immediately had his daughter married to the hero, and she was sent to a safe house with all of the hero's other wives. Something still bugged the hero, and questioned the king about the book. The king inspected the novel and said it was merely the lunatic scribbling of a nobody.

 

            Our hero still wondered but decided to go home to his safe house to do what any medieval hero did with all 50 of his wives, he danced. Dancing with 50 women is certain to tire anyone out, as it did our hero, and he prepared to retire to his room when one of the ladies noticed the book he had. Before he could object, she stole it from him and began reading aloud.

 

            "Our story starts with a heroine, a heroine unlike any other with modest features, amazing genius, and had spent half her life in the wild. She was known throughout the world for her amazing inventions, but despite all the money and riches she acquired she loved to go to live in the wild and write poetry.

 

            The adventure started while our heroine was in her house, crafting one of her many inventions, when a tall, blonde man entered uninvited. She didn't mind though, as he seemed to have no cruel intentions. She kindly asked him if he had come for a poem or an invention. The man declined both and bluntly replied that all he wanted was a lady. While the heroine of this story was unique, she still had a romantic mind set, and happily thanked fate for its kindness. The two shared a love filled month, full of passion and romantics. The heroine took the man to her favorite places in the forest and the river and read all her poetry to him.

 

            At the end of the month, the heroine went out to the forest to gather wood. When she came back to the house, she saw a huge caravan parked nearby. She quickly ran to the man standing outside the door. She anxiously asked what was happening, only to be shot down when the man told her he had been using her to steal her new inventions. The heroine cried, betrayed, and threw the firewood into the building, quickly setting it ablaze. She snatched her poems from inside and thrust them into the man's arms. She laughed bitterly, knowing that he had failed to steal all her ideas, she then ran off into the wild and disappeared.

 

            The man sighed and stuffed the poems into a corner of one of the caravan's wagons. He had acquired enough knowledge of her newest creations to bring in a nice sum of money. He brought the blueprints back to his employer and without casting a second glance towards them, threw the poetry away. A young intern saw the man throw away the pages and took them for himself. The boy read each poem slowly, allowing their meaning and beauty to flow over him. After reading them, he knew he could never live happy until he met the one who had written them. So, taking a small amount of money he had saved up, he set out in search of the heroine. While creeping across a rocky cliff, he found a waterfall, and stopped to take a drink. Looking up, the most beautiful lady he had ever seen caught his eye, sitting on a rock and crying. He timidly approached her and gave her back the poems. He expressed how much he had loved the writings with a bad, but sweet poem of his own. The heroine, happy to see such pure kindness, kissed him. The two built a house together, and they constantly shared their love with poems. The heroine finally trusted the boy so much; she told him the secret of her poetry. The poems held secret messages that told how to make new inventions and most importantly, spoke of the secrets of her heart, only to be revealed to the one she loves.

 

            And they lived happily ever after."

 

            Our hero took the book back from the lady and inspected it's pages, but could not find the story she just read, only the one he had read. Soon the other wives pounced on the book, taking turns looking in it and all claiming to see a different story. The hero was confused beyond all recognition, and decided a good night's rest is definitely what he needed. He sleepily went to bed, leaving the girls to read the stories they saw to each other.

 

                        Chapter 2

 

            Our hero awoke from a dream fraught with strange visions and nightmares. As any bard and his brother could tell, our hero was obviously receiving a message from the generalized good guy gods to go on a quest that would easily anger the bad guy gods because like all generalized gods, they had nothing better to do, so the hero went to say goodbye to his wives. As he walked into the women's chamber, he saw all the women were arranged into a circle. There were bags under their eyes, and they all slumped over with fatigue.

 

            "...and he knew he would never be the same."

 

 

 

An American Dream

 

            "You've breathed your last, demon!"

 

            Silver streaked wildly as Nero, the magic swordsman sliced Titan, the great demon of darkness's armor to pieces.

 

            "Curses, how can you be so strong?"

 

            The demon roared as mightily and as fearsome as he could, but Nero only laughed. From behind him stepped a woman, dressed in long, blue robes.

 

            "This is for all the people whose lives you stole!"

 

            The magical lady, Tricia began to form in her hands a giant fireball.

 

            "Come on, come on!"

 

            A young boy stood outside the battle, watching it intensly through a television screen. The fireball blasted into Titan, consuming him with fire.

 

            "Yes!"

 

            The boy let out a wild cheer. He jumped about his room, bouncing off the bed, walls, and the ceiling. Outside, there came a click-clack of shoes on hard-wood floor and the boy's mother's voice called out to the boy for sleep. The boy quieted down, his gaze unable to turn from the box of light.

 

            "Ha Ha Ha!"

 

            Titan let out a monstrous laugh as he walked unscathed out of the flames. His body became more hideous as he transformed into his most powerful form.

 

            "Now you shall die!"

 

            Nero and Tricia gasped and stepped back. The boy white-knuckle gripped the edge of his bed.

 

            "Is that so?"

 

            Out of the shadows stepped a man with dark, impressive features. The heroes looked at him with surprise. The demon laughed at this new foolish attempt to defeat him. The boy's eyes widened with wonder.

 

            "All these pests are becoming an annoyance."

 

            Titan laughed uproariously. The newcomer slid down his sleeve and held his hand to the sky.

 

            "Annoyance? You'd do well not to underestimate me."

 

            The heavens opened and lightning flew from the sky straight into the dark man's out-stretched hand, but it did not strike and kill, it coalesced, forming about the man's hand, sparking and shining light everywhere. A shiver ran down the boy's spine at the pure awesomeness of the scene.

 

            "Who are you?!"

 

            The demon was shaken. The man had a huge smirk plastered accross his face.

 

            "I'm just..."

 

            He leapt into the air, the moon shining behind him. His hand, brimming with energy, trailed behind him.

 

            "... a HERO!"

 

            His palm struck the demon in the chest. The energy charged into Titan's body and exploded.

 

            "Thunder Palm!"

 

            The boy couldn't help it anymore. He let out a loud "Hoorah" and danced about. His mom heard the noise and burst into the room. She scalded him, tossed him into bed, and ended the fight with the push of a button. She stormed off in a fury and left the boy to try and sleep after all the exciting action, a goal that was nearly impossible. The boy thought of the heroes, the great warriors who fought for good. He thought about the evil demon, the being who's sole purpose was to hurt others. Most of all, he thought about the dark man. He held out his hand and closed his eyes, trying to will energy into it. He saw a blue aura surround his hand and solidify into pure power. He thrust his hand into the air.

 

            "Thunder Palm!"

 

            The boy opened his eyes to find his hand bare and ordinary. He felt disappointed and silly. With a sigh, he curled into his blankets and nodded off to sleep.

 

Day by Day, Book by Book

 

A story I wrote for fun. I decided to write something about college, and I thought it would be even funnier to take characters from my normally violent and action packed stories and make them... normal... If you can call them that.

 

                        Chapter 1

                                    008 and GoldenToe

 

            "Agent Cameron zoomed down the road at a breakneck 200 MPH. He slipped past car after car with expert skill. His mission? To find the hideout of evil madman, GoldenToe. Suddenly, the car behind him's hood tore off to reveal a giant turret machine gun. Without even flinching, Agent Cameron pressed a button on the dashboard, sending a cloud of smokescreen into the bad guy’s windshield. The car spun out of control, but two more cars decided they wanted machine guns too. 'Guess I'd better show these two I can do more than just blow smoke,' Agent Cameron said with the coolness that only 008 could have. He shifted gears and began to-"

 

            "Hey, watch it!" A trucker shouted at me as I barely slipped past a semi to reach an exit ramp. I sighed with relief before smacking myself in the forehead for not paying attention. If you hadn't already noticed, I have an overactive imagination. My dad always told me that I should work on my focus of reality. He told me in a beautifully colorful way. He said, well, maybe I shouldn't tell you. Where am I going? I'm finally heading off to college, [enter name of college] to be specific. I suppose I should be excited, but all I am is scared.

 

            "Cameron pulled up to GoldenToe's hideout. He looked harmless to any ordinary person, but in reality, he was crawling with gadgets. His ordinary-looking wristwatch was actually a time bomb. His sunglasses could be used as a flash bang. His cell phone worked as highly-explosive C4. A small assortment of pens in his pocket inside his suit were actually mini grenades. Even the gun hidden on his person also functioned as an explosive. He began to walk casually forward..."

 

            I flattened myself up against my car as a biker zipped past, narrowly missing me. I muttered a few things I probably shouldn't have and continued into the college administrative building. At the main desk sat an elderly lady. She smiled sweetly, "May I help you?"

 

            "Agent Cameron slid off his sunglasses and spoke coolly, 'The name's Wiggenhorn, Cameron Wiggenhorn.'"

 

            I really wish I had said it like that. Instead, it came out more like this, "Um... I'm Cameron Wiggenhorn, a new student?" I cringed at the question mark I slipped onto the end of the statement. The lady just smiled and handed me a few papers with my schedule, dorm room number, student ID, and a few other pieces of information. I walked to my dorm and knocked on the door.

 

            "It's unlocked," a deep voice called from the other side of the door.

 

            "Agent Cameron drew his PP8 and crept toward the solid, oak door. He had the element of surprise. He lifted his foot and busted down the door with a mighty kick. He dove into a roll through the doorway and stopped into a crouch, aiming his gun right at the face of GoldenToe. 'So, we meet at last.'"

 

            "Uh huh. It's a pleasure," my new roommate said. In retrospect, I probably could have kicked the door down and pointed a gun at him, and he wouldn't even have noticed. He was lying on his bed sideways, completely engrossed in a book. Whether he was Emo or Goth, I didn't know, but all I could think of when I saw him was black. His skin was moderately pale, but his hair was blacker than night, even light didn't shine off of it. He was sporting black denim jeans and a black muscle shirt. I even noted, with humor, that the book he was reading had an almost pure black cover. In fact, the only color I could really see on him was his eyes, which were a bright, luminescent green.

 

            "Er... my name's Cameron," I said, a very awkward silence filling the room.

 

            "Shadow," he said.

 

            I blinked, "What?"

 

            "My name," he said slowly, pausing to turn a page, "is Shadow."

 

            I dumbfoundedly repeated myself, "What?" To be honest, the name really fit him, but I still couldn't understand anyone having a name like Shadow.

 

            "Why don't we just say it's a nickname and move on," Shadow said.

 

            "But uh..." I scratched the back of my neck, "Can't I call you something else?"

 

            "Nope," he said. The awkward silence came back again. I rocked back and forth for a moment and let my mind wander.

 

            "Well then, Shadow, I'll give you two choices. Help me defeat the evil GoldenToe or lie here with a hole in your head." I froze solid. I hadn't imagined it, I actually said it. My hands were actually drawn up as if I were holding a gun. Shadow actually looked up at me. I could feel my arms and legs weaken as all the blood in my body rushed into my head.

 

            He sat up with a cocky smirk, "What's in it for me?"

 

            I stuttered, "W-what?"

 

            He picked up a water bottle and took a deep swig, "Don't even kid yourself about killing me. You know you'll need my help, but what will I get in return?" I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. My jaw was too busy touching the floor. Shadow's smirk was slowly dying away, "Look, who do you work for?"

 

            I slowly started to respond, "M-m2."

 

            Shadow rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Well, it's always a good idea to have a top-secret organization owe you a favor." He put down the book and stood up, "So, show me what we've got to work with."

 

            I took a deep breath and laughed inside. I had met someone as crazy as me. I reached into my jacket pocket, "Well, these pens are actually mini-explosives."

 

            And that's how I met my first friend in college, the stand-offish Shadow. The adventures would only proceed to get more exciting, epic, and eccentric.

 

I am what I am

 

This is a short story I wrote after reading a funny comic, although I'm not sure it's funny.  Bit on the weird side.

 

            It started on a pretty ordinary night. The clock on my desk read "11:00." I was trying to write, but had a bad case of writer's block. I glanced out the window at the cold night air. It looked appealing, and I figured a break would do me well, so outside I stepped with a light-jacket and a pair of fingerless gloves. It was chilly, chilly enough to see your own breath slide out of your mouth. I took a walk down an arboretum pathway, admiring the trees I could barely see. A thought struck me and I removed my glasses, transforming the green giants into mystic spirits waving in the air. I found an empty, secluded spot and stood silently, letting the crisp, cold air brush past my face, heightening my senses as I closed my eyes and tried to focus and imagine.

 

            "C'mon, inspiration," I whispered. I listened carefully. The trees began to sing in hushed voices. The scent of flowers painted colors into the sky. I slipped off my gloves and pocketed them, raising my arms out and opening my hands wide. The wind slipped between my fingers, as if the very threads of fate were brushing past them. I opened my mind's eye and stared across a field filled with torches. I walked between the flames, burning brilliantly. I stopped at one with a thought engraved into the side. I took hold of it and looked into the fire. It was so hot, the flame had become blue. I smiled; maybe this was the inspiration I needed. I looked up at an enormous bowl and hurled the torch into it.

 

            BOOM!

 

            I let out a long sigh as the flame erupted into a glorious blaze for the span of a second, before becoming dying embers. I opened my eyes, lowered my arms, and put my lenses back on. The idea was gone. My mind was an unfilled page once more. I bowed my head and settled for enjoying the peace and quiet. That's when she entered, stage left, improvising her queue and throwing the main character into confusion.

 

            "Are you eternal?" were the first words she spoke to me. Such a question would normally evoke a sound of puzzlement, and I was no exception. But at my confuddlement she acted like I had just learned the English language and couldn't comprehend her fluent speech.

 

            With a roll of her eyes she said, "Are you one of the noble dead? The masters of the night?" I could not respond to the barrage of jargon. With an exasperated sigh, she said, "Are you a vampire?" The pupil's face become one of recognition while the teacher's became one of relief, which turned to frustration as the student shook his head. I slipped on my gloves and made to leave when a thought struck my head. She seemed the strange sort, and I'm always ready to learn more about the forgotten corners of the world.

 

            "I'm not noble... whatever you just said." I said, pushing up my glasses, "But I guess I'm eternal." She looked at me with slight interest now, as if I had moved up from scum of the earth to village idiot. "I'm a writer," I said. She scoffed at me, but I continued anyway, "I take thoughts and for words, from those they spellbind magic tomes. Those tomes create worlds in people’s souls, or spark ideas for other people to create their own tomes." I noticed that she was staring at me, which made the blood rush into my cheeks. "So maybe I am eternal." I'm not sure whether what I said made sense or if it spoke to her, but now we're regular friends, and that has to say something.

 

Down the Hall of Mist

 

Stepping down the hall

Gold, Clean, Shined

Portraits of a boy

Adventures of the mind and a future of love

 

Stepping down the hall

Peeling, Rusty, dulled

Portraits of a man

Adventures though new lands and a future uncertain

 

Stepping down the hall

Broken, Torn, Black

Portraits of an adult

Adventures wished and wanted for and a future disappeared

 

Stepping down the hall

Painted, Tidy Waxed

Portraits of a couple

Adventures with another and a future forever sweetened

 

Stepping down the hall

Antique, Unique, Beautiful

Portraits of an elder

Adventures reminisced and a future achieved

 

I'm Sorry, I Love You, and Goodbye

 

I'm Sorry

I know that two words won't be enough

to redeem me from my foolishness

but considering how it was all a lie

Do I even need to apologize?

 

I'm Sorry

It plagues me day by day

a guilt born of imagination

a regret of never making up

How can pain hurt that never existed

 

I'm Sorry

I was being crushed by a weight of thin air

and you lifted it off with strength that wasn't there

I still think you are the most amazing person

Too bad I was looking at a cardboard cutout

 

I'm Sorry

I can't let this hurt me anymore

when the last tear fell, I made a promise

never to allow the Shadow to consume me again

So here are my final words, and listen well

 

 The Loss

 

“ It hurts”

Fall to your knees

Bow your head

“ Father!!!”

Feel your insides tear as your soul screams out

“ Why?”

Will the water to fall

 

Can I ask You a question?

 

Do stars melt when they touch your tongue?

Are puzzles beautiful before they are complete?

Does the sun shine after I sets?

Does life go on after we die?

 

Is peace only accomplished through war?

Is intelligence a fallacy of the stupid?

Is sadness the bringer of joy?

Is death necessary for healing?

 

Can we live life ignorant?

How about all knowing?

Ca we survive the scum of the earth?

Or perhaps perfectly?

 

Why is it that we cry?

Why does happiness come?

Why do I shake my fists?

Why do I not care?

 

Should hate exist?

Should love exist?

Should I crave the end to come?

Should I hold strong?

 

I could hypothesize

But it seems like

Everyone else tried that and

Came up with wrong answer

 

Allison Barrows

 

A Winter’s Eve

 

People make to run and hide

While I walk slow and savor the night

A thistle tree stands to my left

An airy breeze blows from my right

Sending tingly chills

Down the length of my spine

It feels as if it will snow this night

Bringing a blanket of cold comfort and ice

On this silent winter’s eve

There is a sense of calm and peace

As if the world stands still

Holding its breath

Waiting, watching to see

The little flakes

That fall from the sky

Right on top of me

 

Fade

 

Every flower that I touch

Wilts and withers away

Every summer shower that I see

Turns into a squall of rain

 

Every hand that I hold

Crinkles and wrinkles from age

Every love I’ve ever known

Seems to fade away

 

 

Death

 

No matter where life has taken us

Even if we’re better off than the rest

We’ll all end up the same way

In the arms of Death

 

My Cathy

 

I come home to this cursed place

Wanting to see your shining face

But only the view of gray skies greet me

Threatening storms and a dismal evening

I long for your laughter to fill the air

The soft ringing sound that embodied cheer

But nothing is heard for miles around

No birds, no trees, not a single sound

I figure the windswept moors is like my soul

Bitter, strong, and ever cold

The only softness that could ever be found

Was my love for you, my beloved Cathy

Like the soft soil beneath the rocks

The only way my heart was caught

Was by that dreadfully sweet smile of yours

Now that smile cannot ever be seen

Nevermore, nevermore

Will you smile for me

My dear, sweet Cathy

 

The Wind Blows Westerly

 

The wind blows westerly

Out past the harbor, out to the sea

To the deep sapphire depths

To the warm sands of foreign lands

The wind blows westerly

Bringing cool air and a slight breeze

To the shore where I stand

Ruffling my hair and rubbing my skin

The wind blows westerly

 

Early Morning Light

 

The cerulean sky

Shows morning’s first light

Dawn slowly rises

And whisks away the night

The morning sun ascends

Like a warm, glowing friend

That dries up all the dew

And brings the day anew

 

My Heaven

 

Here I lay all day and gaze

At the constellations’ shining rays

The light that falls on my face

Is as gentle as an ocean wave

Milky white light

Bathes the night

And flows from the bottomless sky

Selene’s craters seem to smile at me from above

As all the heavens seem to embrace her with adoring love

Sweet, dewy, grass crunch under my feet

As I lay down to go to sleep

Under the starry night sky

And in the warm, balmy, breeze

I find peace in this blissful place

My one solace that can’t be erased

It’s my heaven, it’s my perfection, and it’s my only place

 

Mirror of My Life

 

This pale reflection of life

Is no way of living

Everyday, all I see

Are shadows of genuine beings

Warm, happy, faces shine from within

My magic mirror

That shows me their dreams, hopes, and sins

This mirrored glass

Is my only window to the wide, outside world

How I long to escape and become just another girl

The only comfort I take

Are in the tapestries that I make

Of the great King Arthur and his noble Knights

That reside at the Round Table

And live courtly life in Camelot

I turn and look

At the mirror’s glossy image

And see a fair man

Tall, handsome, and lean

That sits upon a strong, sturdy steed

Dark Clothing and heavy metal he wears

With long, curly, flowing, black hair

“This the great Knight, Sir Lancelot”: I cry

“He’s such a handsome man,” I then sigh

I daydream of what it would be like

Riding with him at day’s first light

Then when the day breaks

We’d play in the sea’s rough waves

And spend the afternoon

Writing poetry

That would make each other swoon

And as the sun sets and the moon shines

We’d spend the evenings reciting every line

I stretch out to touch his rough, unshaven, cheek

Instead the cool, hard, glass meets my reach

All I wish

With all my heart

Is to be with him for one whole day

To enjoy his presence and sweet smile

Even if we are together only for awhile

I then make a fatal mistake

And look out through the window’s pane

To the daylight’s shimmering sky

Onto the road from Camelot

I only glimpse a part of his head

But then a small lock flies in the wind

I catch in my eager, awaiting hand

Glad to keep a part of him

I am then only awakened from my dream

By the nightmare that signals the end of me

I cry when the mirror’s glass shatters into bits

Scattering pieces into a thousand places

My loom breaks into parts

The tapestries I made now a ruin, not an art

Only then do I remember the witch’s fatal warning

“No,” I cried “The curse has come upon me!”

So I leave my castle

And go to a boat

And write my name on the side

And drift down river to Camelot

I sing a mournful song

About how my love and I never will belong

And as I slowly die from heartbreak

I’ll send my love to him with my voice

And I hope he finds my cold, dead body washed ashore

And wish we were together once more

 

Words

 

Words, words, words

Many ways to love and hurt

Words, words, words

Our Achilles’ heel, our winning blow

Words, words, words

Listen and hear

Love the strength

Of words, words, words

Of persuading speech that blurs the mind

The strips reason away and hypnotizes

Words, words, words

That take people in and catch them like fish

Words, words, words

Inspiring and moving

Rhetoric and wooing

Words, words, words

The sole best thing on this solid Earth

Are words, words, words

 

Rose

 

A rose;

A simple flower

That holds so much power

A symbol of eternal love

As meaningful thing

Breathtaking in spring

A beauty to behold

So soft, yet so bold

Gentle petals

Smooth as chiseled stone

Elegance and grace

Embodying youthful age

Beginning in full bloom

The waning with age

 

Death Follows

 

Wherever I go, Death follows suit

Wherever I lead, Death follows too

 

All that lies in Death’s grim wake

Is fear, despair, and a bitter hate

 

He trails a mass of dust and bones

And leaves behind hot tears and headstones

 

A hollow feeling was left inside

After all my friends and loved ones died

 

Now, I fear that I am next

For I feel the cold grim of coming Death

 

And wherever I go, Death follows suit

Wherever I lead, Death follows too

War

 

Meadows and fields of crimson red

Widows weep and bury their dead

Warriors cry out for blood

I turn away; I’ve seen enough.

 

Broken bodies burned in piles

Smoke and blood can be smelled for miles.

Once lush meadows now barren and empty

Yielding no crops for hungry mouths to eat

 

I’m tired of seeing death and destruction.

I know now I can’t outrun it.

I pray in vain for peace to come.

Will these dead men’s blood not be enough?

 

The Light Shines in Her

 

The light shines in her

Like the stars that line the sky

She draws in her inky black cloak

Resembling the night

The great goddess Nyx sighs

And looks to the East

“The sun will soon rise, making me to flee”

She smiles at the sliver of the moon

And at the silver stars that twinkle and dance

In the predawn morning’s light

And as the sky slowly fades from black to grey

You’ll see Nyx bid goodbye and say

“We’ll meet again later today!”

When the sun sets once more

 

A Writer’s Plea

 

Please, read my art

Take the time

To spare contemplating

A few, simple, lines

Let me capture your heart

Let me ensnare your mind

And draw your attention

To these fine words

That I’ve cared to mention

Let me read you a poem

Let me sing you a song

Let me tell you a story

That’ll last all night long

Just give me a chance

And let me be

The author to your heart

The tune to your melody

 

Lady of Shalott

 

So when the mirror shatters

And the curse lost its power

I’ll get in a boat

And sail away

To a far off, peaceful place

Where I’ll sing with all my heart

To my love that has never known

The lady, his love, and the ever alone

Lady of Shalott

 

Forever Love

 

Milky skin

Red hot eyes

Crimson jewels that burn fire from inside

Yearning thirst

Dying again

Is this what they meant by a vampire boyfriend?

Immortal love

My only desire

Loving you was like playing with fire

You staked my heart

With your vicious grin

That’s when our bloody story began

Moonlight walks

Favorite haunts

Stealing kisses under the starry sky

Total bliss

Ignorance

If only our hearts had known the difference

One dusky night

We said goodbye

Our shedding tears

Made the angels cry

We held hands as the stars fled

Remembering all the past times we spent

I held my breath as morning’s rays

Streaked through sky setting it ablaze

The yellow orb

Shining in the light

Greeted another day that ended my life

The sun rose

Dawn came

My heart stopped as I saw your face

Turning gray in the morning sun

A smile cracked on your beautiful face

“Dear, dear, don’t cry,” he said wiping the tears from my eyes

The day was born once again

Killing a long life with a tragic end

You followed suit with the blazing sun

Whispering, “Goodbye, goodbye, my forever love”

 

Eternally Yours

 

I kiss your icy lips

And pet your cold, hard, face

Your crystallized eyes

See nothing from inside

You stare off into infinity

While leaving me behind

My soft sobs fly off into the wind

Mixing and making melancholy music

Tears stream down my face

And plaster to your cheeks

I make to wipe them off with my dirty coat sleeve

When you suddenly grab my wrist, making me scream

“Dear heart,” you say, “it’s only me!”

My soul bubbles with gladness and utter disbelief

I hugged you so gratefully that I didn’t bother to perceive

How your eyes were now crimson

The bloody color of war

Your skin was translucent

Unlike the day before

Your bit took me by surprise

As you sunk your teeth into my skin

And sucked the life out of me

To renew yours once again

I didn’t struggle

Or fight to see

If you could stop soon enough

To spare some part of me

The sick, slurping noise

Was drowned out by nearby laughter

Of rebellious children playing after hours

Dead leaves flew by and caught in my hair

Mixing with the blood that came from my veins

Lights soon started to dance in my eyes

Sparkling and spinning when I closed them for a time

For a brief moment, I thought I was surely going to die

 

Then suddenly I looked up and met your ruby eyes

They were filled with concern, longing, and love

I knew then we’d be together from then on and forever

“My dear,” you began tearfully, “would you like to be with me for eternity?”

That night I became one of the damned

A walking creature with no rational reason to live

Despite all the facts, as we walk hand in hand

I feel this is where I belong

Walking by my lover, maker, and friend

 

Demolition Lovers- Prelude Poem

 

The tale of tragic love has been told many times over

By numerous authors, writers, and poets

With no happy ending for our lovers in sight

A sad note settles on the reader over the night

But in this tale where two young loves meet

Under circumstantial chances

And pure luck they decide

But fate plays a cruel hand

In these lovers’ demise

 

Maturity

Do you see the change?

From a girl to a lady

From a child to a woman

This is me now

The years have made me tough, yet weak

The days have made me stop and think

You might not recognize me now

As I stand taller

And face the world

Ever bitter and stronger

The memories I cherish and hate

Will soon fade with age

So I deal now

Not in the past, but present

As a matured person

Who’s learned a few lessons

 

Crush

 

Our lips brushed just once

Barely a kiss; barely a touch

I told myself “It’s just a crush”

That these feelings didn’t mean much

Yet in my mind

I know it’s not true

That the cold, hard, fact

Is I’m in love with you

I’ve felt this way for awhile now

This aching feeling is dragging me down

If you could only see

That I can be

So much more

Than what I seem

You must pass me in the halls a thousand times

Paying no heed; paying no mind

To the silent girl

Who’s always so shy

Ignoring me as I walk by

I want to talk to you just once

To see if you and I

Have a chance at being “us”

Maybe then I’ll be lucky enough

To be your only girl; your only crush

 

What Makes a Heart Stop?

 

What makes a heart stop?

Love, pain, fear, hate?

What makes a heart stop?

Beating through countless minutes

Pulsing through aching days

It won’t stop until

Your last breath is still

What makes a heart stop?

That, only time will tell

 

To Measure a Dream

 

How do you measure a dream?

Is it in centimeters, inches, or feet?

How do you measure a dream?

Is it by desire, want, or need?

 

No,

To measure a dream

Is an impossible thing

For it is by chances that you take

And the endurance which makes

A dream, a dream;

An immeasurable thing

 

Other Side of Life

 

Light all dreams

Cherish all things

Live and always love

Trust before you judge

Never give up hope

Never sacrifice your soul

Give peace and kindness

And you might find

A whole other side

To this precious thing

That we call life

 

Loveless

 

I’ve never been touched by love

I’ve never felt its warming hug

I’ve never seen its comforting glow

For this thing I only know:

 

I’ve only felt rejection’s bitter sting

I’ve seen tears stain pretty cheeks

I’ve only watched a healthy heart

Be broken to pieces, be torn apart

 

My life may be loveless, this may be true

But it’s safe and protected, yet gloomy and blue

One day my heart may heal to love anew

But today I’ll be a loveless, lonely shrew

 

The Man and His Hat

 

Tall he stands

Straight and upright

With a hat on his head

And a book by his side

 

His stride is long

His gait is wide

His pants too short

His head too high

 

A few know him as “Honest Abe”

But most call him Lincoln to this day

He saved the Union

And freed the slaves

But was tragically murdered

On a Good Friday

 

The world will never forget this man

This hero, the savior, of our great land

For when the country pulled wide apart

And faced the jaws of obliteration

This man, this hero, in a hat

Pieced back this war-torn nation

 

Death’s Grip

 

‘Till Death’s grip

Grabs us and rips us apart

Never let us be seen again

From one another’s grasp

Hand in hand

We’ll take life’s path

Though tragedies may ensue

Like a great Shakespeare play

We’re the actors, honey,

And life’s the stage

 

Stranger

 

Stranger sipping coffee

Sitting idly by

Listening to music,

Poems with a sigh.

I’ll never know you, stranger

I’ll never know your name

But I know that, stranger,

I’ll someday see you again.

 

Lost

 

I looked for you everywhere

In the mountain and in the air

Nowhere could you be found

I fear I lost you forever now.

 

Maybe it was time that took you away

Or perhaps you died from bitter heartbreak

But no matter where you are or where you’ve been,

I feel in my heart I’ll see you again.

 

Rachel Hamrick

 

My Rusted Heart

 

My rusted heart is painted gold,

Longing to be pure.

With so much pain it cannot hold,

It fights to endure.

The hardships it felt for so long,

Have tattered its once sparkling frame.

Hoping the torture will not prolong,

It paints itself gold to remain.

“Are they the key to my heart?”,

I always stop to ask.

Is, every day, how I start,

But what a frivolous task.

Everyday my heart puts on a disguise,

For without a key it can’t be true.

Could you imagine my surprise,

When the key to my heart…was you.

You are the key to my rusted heart,

Clearing the rust to reveal pure gold.

No longer will I be torn apart,

And no more pain will I have to hold.

 

One And the Same

 

Verse 1: She’s that girl

            The one you notice every day

            The one who’ll never look your way

            But you stare.

            And he’s that boy

            The one who always make you smile

            But you don’t think you’re worth his while

            ‘Cause he won’t care.

 

Chorus/Refrain: ‘Cause you’re one and the same

                        And you’re tired of this game

                        So just work it out; talk it out

                        And the you can be…

                        One and the same

Verse 2: You know that girl

            The one who never looks your way

            Well you just made her laugh today

            But her friends glared.

            Yeah you know that boy

            The one who always makes you smile

            You make him feel just like a child

            He’s always cared.

 

Chorus/Refrain: ‘Cause you’re one and the same

                        And you’re tired of this game

                        So just work it out; talk it out

                        And then you can be…

                        One and he same

 

Verse 3: You see that girl

            She notices you every day

            Just go ahead and talk away

            And she will stare

            And you see that boy

            The one you always made smile

            Just know you’re really worth his while

            ‘Cause he does care

 

Chorus/Refrain: ‘Cause you’re one in the same

                        Just so tired of your games

                        So you worked it out and talked it out

                        And how you can see

                        That you can be

                        One and the same-one and the same!

                                                  

 

Keely Hattery

 

Paradise

 

I ran along the endless beach

As the waves crashed swiftly at my feet.

The soft sand in my shoes,

The brisk water at my ankles,

The warm golden sun on my face;

I was in paradise.

 

I stopped for a moment to catch my breath

My soul soared across the vastness of the ocean,

As I sat down along the water’s edge.

 

A gentle breeze caressed my face

And embraced me in a comfort no words could describe

As the beautiful sound of crashing waves filled my ears,

And I relaxed.

 

I lifted my eyes to the sun:

The source of the warmth that sustained me

It rose with power as it approached the open sky,

Welcoming the new day.

I soaked in my glorious surroundings,

Laid back,

And rested in His presence.

                                                                  

Amanda Aragona

 

Snoopy Stories

 

            It was a dark and stormy night and Ryan and Sara were on the run. Both of them were covered in mud as they jumped across the fence. Behind them they heard the sirens and saw the lights in the distance. Ryan pointed to a nearby barn just ahead of them. Both of them ran to the barn as fast as they could once inside they waited until they heard the sirens pass to move on after about 20 long minutes of waiting Sara peeked out and signaled to Ryan that the coast was clear. Both of them slowly came out of the barn and continued their escape being very careful not to make too much noise. They continued on until the light of the morning began to shine. Sara saw a tool shed in the distance and they both decided to stop there and try to get some rest. About three hours later Ryan suddenly awoke in a cold sweat. It took a minute for Ryan to realize where he was. Sitting up he looked at Sara who was nowhere to be seen. Ryan ran out of the shed and still didn’t see Sara. Just as he was about to go back to the shed he saw her coming out of the woods holding something up for him to see. When she got closer he saw that she was holding a big bushel of red and blue berries. “Where did you get those?” Ryan asked. “In the woods,” replied Sara. After eating a breakfast of berries and bread they went back into the barn to gather their belongings. Before leaving they both searched the shed for anything that would be of use. Sara saw two pairs of farmers’ working clothes. Ryan threw on a plaid shirt and a pair of overalls. Sara put on a pair of jeans that were a bit too big for her and a long white t-shirt that was stained with grass and dirt. They also took two blankets and a few sacks of walnuts. After they gathered all of their things they set off. About four hours later they rested to have some lunch of berries and walnuts. Before continuing their journey they went to a nearby general store to get some items so they would be less noticeable to those who were looking for them. They went inside and bought some hair dye, scissors, water, and another pair of clothes for each of them. After buying their items they left the store and went to the nearest bathrooms to change their looks and their clothes. Sara went into the stall and changed into her new clothes. She wore a pair of basketball shorts and a sports tank. After she waited to make sure no one else was in the bathroom she came out of the stall and began to dye and cut her hair. Her hair went from long and blond to short and black. Meanwhile Ryan changed into his jeans and polo shirt. He then dyed and cut his shoulder length jet black hair to a blond crew cut. He also put on his wide brim glasses which he hadn’t worn in over a year since he got his contacts. After they were done the two of them got going again.  They traveled for the rest of the day and half way into the night only stopping to go to the bathroom and to have a short meal. Later on that night they stopped at a park and fell asleep on two benches. They awoke early the next morning and went down to the lake to freshen up and wash their clothes. Later that day they stopped at another store to get more food. Just as they were about to check out they spotted two policemen. Sara stopped dead in her tracks grabbing Ryan by the arm firmly. They both did their best to act casual as they made their way to the font of the line to pay for their items. They were both scared one of the cops would recognize them or notice they money they had stolen from the director of the young juvenile home. Strangely enough they both made it out completely safe. Their journeys continued on this way for two more weeks. Every once in awhile they would come across some cops but they never seemed to be recognized. Late one hot June night they were awakened by a firm hand. They both looked up to see two heavyset policemen. “How long did you two think you could run from us?!?” asked the short pudgy policeman as he shoved a doughnut into his mouth. “What is it with cops and doughnuts” Ryan thought to himself. Just then the big heavyset man grabbed the two young teens, cuffed them and led them roughly to the cop car. Once back at the jail they were both put into two separate cells with two big and rather scary looking guards outside of their cells. The two of them remained in jail for nine more months and were released eight months later on March 25, 2006. Neither one of the kids ever saw each other or that jail again.

 

The End

 

Heaven and Hell

                                                               Hell

Millions of tortured souls cry out for a second chance. Flames indulge their bodies as they cry out n pain. The Devils face stares down at them with a sly smile and lets out a wicked laugh. Eternity draws on and on as the pain grows worse day by day.

 

Heaven

Millions of people laugh and smile as they enter the solid gats and take their first steps on those beautiful gold paths knowing they are finally home. They are greeted by many familiar faces whom great them warmly. Each one bows down as they rush o God’s throne. Eternity continues and joy ad friendship grows day by day .

 

Blindness

 

The world is getting darker and I can barley see

I’m slowly letting go now this all seems like a dream

I think I’ll wake up everyday and everything will be fine

But I know that will not happen for this is my special time

I’m slowly getting used to these changes happing fast

And now I suddenly realize I can not rely on the a past

I never know when it’s coming and that scares me the most

And I know that my past life will soon haunt m like a ghost

But I know I will get used to the fact that I’m blind

And I hope that when happen I will not loose my mind

 

Staircase to Heaven

 

As I close my eyes I come to that familiar perfect place. When I see is no more sorrow instead I see his grace. I begin my journey taking on step at a time. And as I reach he top I hear the bells begin to chime. As I reach the top I knock on the gate. I feel my sis depart from me I feel so free from hate. As I enter my new home. I see his glowing face as he sits smiling on this throne

 

 

Andrea Lucas

 

I walked outside and there was a man dancing in the middle of the street. I went inside to think and I walked back out, and he was still dancing in the street. I thought I was crazy, then more people were coming out of their houses and dancing in the street. Then I found myself dancing too! Then I woke up, it was morning so I went outside for some fresh air. There was a man dancing in the street.

 

One day as I was walking a very old woman came up to me and gave me a withered rose. As she turned to walk away, I stopped her. As I looked at her face, she had tears streaming down her wrinkled cheek. I was about to say something, she disappeared with a blink of my eye. I knew who she was then and I started to cry. She was my grandmother. I looked at the rose, and to my surprise it wasn’t withered anymore.

 

Kelsey Reuter

 

A Battle for Life

 

I once knew a man with a fairly good life,

He had many children and a very loving wife,

He had all he wanted, and a little bit more,

But he no idea what life had in store.

 

Many years later, I still knew that man,

But now he was sick because of life’s plan,

He was still alive, but now he was weak,

And his illness had made life very bleak.

 

He fought like a soldier on the dreary battlefield,

With his family for his sword and strong will for his shield,

He fought very bravely, with courage and strength,

He fought a long time, over a very long length.

 

He looked death in the eye, a sneer curled on his lip,

With an icy, cold eye and a hand on his hip,

He picked up his sword and swung with all his might,

For he would not be captured without a good fight.

 

Though devastated by the man’s deadly blow,

Death picked up its sword and took its toll,

It swung and it swung until the man was close to dead,

And he did die soon after, in his home, in his bed.

 

His family cried, mourned, sobbed, and moaned,

But they saw a new ray of hope…how brightly it shone

For though he had been killed by a foe that he hated,

The man had a new home…for heaven had waited.

 

Emily Stokes

 

The Lost (part 1)

 

I was lying on the couch watching T.V. when I got the call. The officer on the other end of the line sounded as if is heart had been ripped out and throw on the ground.

            “Ms. Smith, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

            “What is it? Is he okay? Please tell me nothing happened,” I asked nervously.

            “I’m afraid that’s just it, we don’t know anything. We have no idea where he is. He wasn’t anywhere in the rubble, we paged him a hundred times on his pager, we just have no idea. I’m so sorry.”

            His voice cracked at the end of the sentence. I knew it was hard for him. After all, Brad was his best friend. I just didn’t have any words of encouragement in me, but I tried.

“George, I’m…I’m….”

“I’s okay Lizzie, he was your brother.”

“Was? What do you mean was? You said you didn’t know anything. He might sill be alive. You can’t tell me he’s de…de…gone.”

Listen Lizzie, if we don’t know anything, it’s more than likely that, well, that there’s nothing to find.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you. I know he’s still out there. Braveness runs through my blood. Brad is, not was, is a fireman, my father was a police office, my grandfather fought in World War I. I will find him!”

I hung up then redialed the phone. I knew that my other brother will help me. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey Lizzie,” he said in a depressed tone. “Do you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Listen Jeremy, I don’t think he’s…gone.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I don’t thin he’s, uh, gone either.”

“Meet me at my house in a half an hour. We have to look for him.”

 

Jahzeiah James

 

Live Your Life to the Fullest With God

 

In God’s eyes we are all beautiful, we are his creation. He made each special and unique in his own way. We should live our life to the fullest and make each day count. Give a helping hand to someone in need. Tell the word God to someone that really needs his healing power.

 

            Live your life to the fullest.

Spread the good new, tell a friend. We are his instruments of love, his instruments of peace if you have voice that God gave you, use to serve Him. Sing praises and give thanks for all He has done. Go to church and sing out show Him you love Him, because He loves you.

 

            Live your life to the fullest.

His words were “Go out and make disciples of all nations” do His will, go and make thos disciples. Make more believers in Christ. Tell them that God set his only son to die for our sins and if we repent and believe in him, and believe that he is the one true God. Then we can live with Him in paradise, in heaven and live with Him forever.

 

            Live your life to the fullest.