I do not know?
In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood goes by; faster, faster
A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster
Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster
High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster
At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster
Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster
So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster
His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower
Copyright © Evan Zeitler | Year Posted 2010
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Fish or chicken
Try Veggie burgers
Try Fried tofu
Try Eggplant slices
Try tuna or broiled egg
Try turkey or soy links
Try lentils and rice
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
Copyright © Stefanie Jones | Year Posted 2012
I sat in a kind of wasted skin stupor and
try to make sense of my reality idiom in pisces
blue A minor sequence aqueoushumor blind sigh-ted
by a dubious passion to be a teacher of pious on
metaphors to go to the holy innocents of a yestertommorrow
I talk ramble by day of the slammer sociomenace
while they glassed eyed park their sick l cells in
unneutral and (in double park synapse in tow---let me catch an old
glimmer of naked frenzy-taut as a stretched, cracked
brittle rubber band praying for one last turnstretch to
flipfly a higher band than the last cloud pattern, given
to the raised eyebrows of montoya clammerings of hocus
pocus Jekyll/Hyde explosive endeavor trick or treats
without the brownwhite wrapper or the righteous look
pinch pout pocket of a boy dowell. Keep the false faith friends,
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
Here I am laying in bed far away,
And all I can do is try to sleep,
While missing you.
It's always been us two,
And everything we have been through,
Oh God, am I homesick for you..
I made a few choices very long time ago,
And I tried so hard to let you go.
But there you were,
Etched like a stone in my heart,
-with your name on it.
I hated being apart.
I always struggled to tell you how sorry I am.,
And no matter what the future holds,
By your side I will stand.
I will always lend a charitable hand,
Because Nicholas, you are the man,
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.
Have always seen you,
Will continue to see you as you really are.
Only you knew that pain of losing me.
I can't even think about it without crying,
May you always know it's always been you,
Sincere truth and no complicated lying.
My high school sweetheart,
You'll always be my number one,
All the laughter and bickering,
We will never be done.
Our future has brought us,
To a special place of knowledge,
All the countless times you saved me,
From jumping off the crooked ledge.
I know how deeply you appreciate me,
Love me so right and free.
We've seen the worst in eachother,
But the good wins everytime.
For I am your sensitive companion,
And you undoubtedly will always be mine.
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
There once was a girl in my class.
One day I tried to make a pass.
My cheek still sting,
My ears still ring,
Yet married to me; Alas!
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2007
Both of the young lovebirds who have been dating since middle school and high school will
have finally made it to the altar, and after a long-term engagement. Both lovebirds are
very excited about getting married. First, these two former teenage lovebirds will have
gotten engaged after a guy, who used to be a teen boy asked a woman, who was a teen girl,
to have married him. And before these two make it to the alter, then both young lovebirds
will have to make it throughout the engagement without ever cheating on each other and
stuff. It seems that a young man and a young woman have dreamed that they'd make it to the
wedding of their awesome dreams, which is now called, "the final frontier;" a famous quote
from "Star Trek." It also seems that once these two lovebirds have tied the knot after
saying the words, "I do," there's no turning back. There's also no way out of the
marriage, unless it ends in a divorce. This fairy tale story now has a happy romantic
ending for this loving couple who met in elementary school, middle school, and/or high
school, and pretty soon, there's going to be a happy ending for all would-be young
lovebirds, too. Everybody's talking about getting married since the day they started going
to school, especially what their dream weddings will have looked like. I find this type of
love very interesting. On top of that and as for this loving married couple who were once
teenagers when they fell in love with each other, they're going to tell each other three
words: "I love you." It also looks like that day in and day out, week after week, and
every day for the rest of their lives, they're going to stand by each other until the day
they pass on. It's just like the saying goes, "love conquers all," which means that all
marital relationships will never be broken. And if this type of love keeps growing and
growing and this ends up in marriage in the near future, these two love birds (a man and a
woman), their friends, and their family members will be ready for it. they'll all be ready
for the future of all lovebirds.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
Looking at the first blush of the morning,
I know its the perfect day for a wedding.
The big fat white wedding, the dream,
To which every little girl clings.
I tell myself as I watch the clouds turn white,
That this is the happiest day of a woman's life,
And that nothing should come in between,
The perfect bride and her groom.
I remember those young moments when I used to dream,
Of how our wedding would seem.
It was just like I had imagined,
A pretty day like today.
Slipping into my white dress and stilettos,
I think of the way you had proposed.
The way I had always wished for,
A dazzling ring in sparkling champagne.
I switch to happier thoughts from our past,
Holding hands, watching stars, laying on the grass.
We were high school sweethearts,
The perfect couple was what they called us.
We spent our days sneaking in a few kisses,
We used to pretend to be Mister and Mistress.
We were in love,
The crazy, eternal and rare kind.
Memories are shoved as mother comes into the room,
Holding a few red roses in full bloom.
Her eyes are teary and her voice is shaky,
As she whispers that she is proud of me.
Tears spill but I smile as I slide into the car,
Remembering the times you'd sing to me with your guitar.
The times you'd reach over and,
Tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
I laugh silently as I remember on the way to the chapel,
You saying once you were the beast and I, the belle.
You always bring little candles and gifts,
And laugh as I make my birthday wish.
I wonder if you'd be laughing today,
As you cut the wedding cake with the sugar bouquet.
If you'd remember our old ceremonies,
In the event of your new one.
I walk through the gates smiling at our old friends,
And take your brother's hand as his arm extends.
He takes me in but lets me go,
As we reach the door to the flowery hall.
I peek through the crack to see you there,
At the altar smiling, running a hand through your hair.
I slip in and move to the side,
As the wedding march starts to play.
In came the blushing bride, walking gracefully down the aisle,
At her friends and family, she nods and smiles.
As I hold my breath and wipe my eyes,
Our high school love story plays in my head.
I remember the day we promised we'd never part,
Because I would always be the one in your heart.
But your bride and you exchange your vows,
And I find myself repeating them inside.
The priest asks you to kiss your bride,
And I quickly slip outside.
Because no matter how alright I say I am,
Letting you go was the hardest thing I had ever done.
- Miliya Parveen
Copyright © Miliya Parveen | Year Posted 2011
always there for me
He's my junior high school sweetheart
He's my soul mate who bestows his forgiveness on me
His dedication and devotion is so beautiful, so true and everlasting
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2009
A Poet's Dozen II-First Date
Sponsor: Silent One
hallways before class
eye contact, chills up my spine
first date, Friday night
Exhilarated, I stare out the window looking for your old blue camaro,
I sway my long hair to the side, hand on my knee as I turn up the radio.
Hands held tight in school with sweet kisses on my cheek,
One look at you and I suddenly believed in true love at first sight.
Twenty years and counting of love letters and hand written journals,
I recall your scent at the alter right before we said our vows,
We were always right, baby, when we said our love would be eternal,
A precious baby girl with a beauty mark underneath her right eyebrow,
Twenty more years to come, we'll share a lifetime of love..profound.
Date Written: December 23, 2015
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.
A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.
I killed again giving birth to nothing.
Copyright © Teddy Frustiente | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
The difference in the Catholic
Protestant Bibles arose in the following manner
The jews living in the few centuries before Christ
Were divided into two groups
The Jews dwelling in Palestine, speaking Hebrew
And the large number of Jews scattered
Throughout the Roman Empire, speaking the Greek language
Consequence of the conquest of Alexander the Great of Greece
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
In days past, a scratch
on a Willow at school;
Bill I want to catch!
I want a plan for a kiss,
having a longing for stars.
I do not want shy bliss!
Sally has Glory today,
owing to a swift plan,
Bill did not slip away;
Sally had a frying pan!
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
I was abused before puberty,
But I did my share of abusing.
And I was bruised before puberty,
But have spent some time bruising.
I was used as an adolescent,
Yet threw some out with the using.
I was infused as a adolescent,
But my words are said "too infusing".
I was confused as a new student;
Now I am labeled as "confusing".
I was a diffused college graduate,
But now I am thought to be diffusing.
I was accused as a married man;
Yet, I, admit I was so accusing.
I was refused as a separate man,
But I have not gone on refusing.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2008
My wife and I were sitting at our table at her high school reunion.
She kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink all alone.
I asked my wife, "Do you know him?"
She sighed, "Yes, he's my old boyfriend.
I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago,
and I hear that he hasn't ever since then seen one day sober."
"My God!" I said looking at him drunk all alone,
"Who would think that a person could celebrate for so long?"
..and then the fight started. I'll be out of the hospital soon.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2011
She sits and stares at his picture
Wondering where he's at
It's been twenty-five years now
Since she thought of him like that
She's been reminiscing more lately
Since her husband passed away
Thinking about her high school years
And her boyfriends of that day
She was just a little lonely now
For she's been married most of her life
She met her husband in college
And he soon, made her his wife
She wonders if she should call him
What would he think of her now?
She only dated him for a couple of years
Could he have forgotten her somehow?
She picks up the phone and dials the number
She thinks, "It's funny the things you remember"
For the last time she even talked to him
Was twenty-five years ago in december
A woman answers the telephone
She hangs up in an instant, of course
He calls her back and says it's his daughter
And he tells her about his divorce
They talked for a couple of hours that day
And soon they decided to meet
He sent her a dozen red roses
And then took her out to eat
"It was almost like high school" she thought
He made her feel so young
But she didn't know how much he'd changed
And that's when the trouble begun
He brought her home around midnight
And asked her to invite him in
She said, "Sure we'll have a nightcap"
So she offered him a glass of gin
He pulls out a knife and grabs her throat
And tells her to shut the door
He didn't know about her twenty year old son
Who was asleep on the second floor
She screams "What are you doing? Let me go!"
As the scream awakens her son
He jumps out of bed and runs downstairs
In his hand, he's holding a gun
He aims and pulls the trigger
They heard only the sound of a thud
He drops the knife and falls to the floor
Where he lays in a puddle of blood
The police were called to their residence
Yellow tape surrounded the door
They told her he was a wanted criminal
For he'd done this twice before
A serial rapist, they told her
"You're very lucky to be alive"
For the other victims weren't so lucky
And neither of them survived
"What was I thinking?", she thought to herself
"I really didn't know him at all"
She closes her high school yearbook
And hates that she ever called
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
You want to be a man or a woman of Eternal God
You must pray
To be a man or a woman of prayer
Must make silence a good friend of yours
Silence on the inside
Silence on outside
Silence you will hear the message of Eternal God or Father Christ
Will read, hear and understand with all your heart
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011