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Details | Lyric |


I remember when we were growing up and the first day I started school.
I was nervous as could be, and then you walked in trying to be so cool.

As the year progressed we became very close, and you took me
under your wing, and I think thats what I admired about you the most.

I remember by the time we reached middle school people thought we were
related,and as I think back about how shy I was and how I am now just
makes me elated.

By the time we reached high school we did just about everything together,
and vowed that even after graduation no matter what we would remain friends

College came and we both knew that we would regret this day, for I knew 
you were the smarter one therefor I knew we would have to go our sererate

The years have past and time has been good to us. Both or us married, kids
our health, and our friendship still in tact is better than any amout of wealth.

People say time goes on and accept things for the way that they are,
but I'm here to tell you our friendship will never change, and I know
that in my heart because no matter what the distance we were friends
from the very start.

Copyright © Edward LaMarre | Year Posted 2008

Details | Narrative |


The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum foil
I desperately fan myself and look around
My eyes search for my peers and see;
The bros that survived school with me;
The others who shouldn't have;
The girls with memories already wet in their eyes;
The people I never met and will never know;
All desperately fanning themselves
In silence and in waiting.
We all are waiting for the same thing-
What's next to come.
For some it will be their names
For another a trip to boot camp
For many including myself- college
A couple can't wait to forget the tortures of high school
And a few will already be planning our high school reunion
because it was the best years of their life.
As I bow my head, not out of sadness,
but out of sheer defeat by the sun,
I scuff up my dress shoes in the clumpy grass of the field- 
that just finished another infamous drawn out lacrosse season,
I'll be thinking about the 4 plus years, 8 seasons,
worth of drilling and conditioning I did in that very field and on the surrounding track,
With a flash of ivory across my sweating face
I'll be thinking about
All the nooks and crannies
that I sanctioned for the intimate meetings of my girlfriends
The times caught and not,
All the heartbreaks and rejections,
The friends made, the best friends kept, and the many lost.
The drama, stupidity, and immaturity,
Everything that was and used to be.
And, all this time spent waiting-preparing
for this one moment
You can't help but remember it all
And with one, final sweet goodby-

Copyright © Nicholas Bello | Year Posted 2013

Details | List |

Lost in Youth

Lost in Youth

Rainbows in the clouds, walking on  railroad tracks , locomotives up close 
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in a mirror, running naked 
Wooden desks and chairs, kids in the classroom , the little girl across the street 
Black and white T.V., Air conditioning , a new blue car, exhaust  fumes
The farm, coal fired furnace , warm heating ducts 
a collie , a cocker spaniel and a horse named Thunder
Dark starry nights , telescopes , comets and satellites
Northern winters, snow covered fields ,sledding, frozen lakes , and Orion 
Camping in fields , mosquitoes bites , quiet dawns and heavy morning  dew,  
Grandparents ,riding  lawn mowers , apple trees , flower and vegetable gardens
 Southern Summers , warm muggy nights , ceiling  fans ,open screened windows
Screened in porches, ancient toys, , tiny  transistor radios, baseball games  talking late into the night 
Badminton , side lawns , and long rides home
Public pools , icy waters and underwater swims 
Trombone , marching band and high school football games
Sleepy classes, friends , lunchroom games, and girls 
High school graduation , college and final goodbyes

Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.

Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Brand New Year

The year has passed,
so long ago,
And now its time for us to go
We've said or prayers,
and goodbyes
So spread your wings,
its time to fly
We wont forget our childhood here
But now its time for
A Brand New Year.

Copyright © Mariam Traore | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

12 Years

So here it is, the ending 12 years
a 14 year sonnet subtracted by two
12 years of memories, of loves, of loss
12 years of friendships, of laughs, of sobs
here it is, the ending
I can't say I'm impressed nor depressed
see the way I have expressed
my departure from this crazy facility
I'm too overjoyed, jumping off my feet
doing cartwheels in my sleep
when slumber finally rolls in
yelling, screaming how I am finally free
to do as I please
with a gigantic smile upon my face
cause I know I won't miss this God forsaken place
though darkening like the sky
when the rain clouds clumsily clump around the sun
is the image of Scarlett Jade
sitting her usual corner without a smile
a smile faded into my faded jeans pocket
It's not about me, it's a lie fit to deceive
I love her
don't care who knows, don't care who tries to convict me for it
I love her
and in all ecstatic glory
I feel my own eyes start to swell, I'm alone
the red shown is the only inaudible confession
of her passing through my mind once more
The felt moment of her embrace, of her touch
told me mutely of the words she couldn't speak
even though she proposed she spoke them all
although I'm aware there's more to be shared
on both sides
but with sore shoulders I must raise my head
and be the first to speak
...just not today
I'm not ready today
for fear I may become stormy eyed
and stay, refuse to remove myself from her arms
I'd rather bask in the sun
and celebrate the last Friday
of a 12 year fiasco
of a 12 year endeavor
of a 12 year mayday parade
of a 12 year adventure
12 years,12 years; I guess I grew up here...

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

High school years

My wheels roll on, as my speed is very fast.
Each day is a memory, one I share.
Share with a special friend, with long black hair.
I see you in the hall, while you look past.
Wonder if you will remember our class.
As for the girl, who follows me to class and everywhere.
I hope you'll remember the girl made of glass. 
As we both wonder if we'll end up elsewhere.
If we look back, we will realize high school wasn't all that bad.
As our graduation nears we all have some fears.
I hope we all have had the same fun.
After all these were just our high school years.
As if the girl made of glass has shattered from these tears.
I hope we all had a great fantastic year.
Because this poem reveals not only how i feel but it also reveals more then just happy tears.
Never forget these high school years, also never forget the girl made of glass.

Copyright © Dark times | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


High school's children of the year almost grown,
We are scattering seeds destined for the world.
Skipping at different shakes in the breeze,
Some of us will be caught in evergreens,
Held to never see beyond, devoured 
By squirrels and birds.
Being chewed up and then spat out in feces, 
All is not lost.
Several sprouts will spring from the ground up;
Others will escape and find their way again 
In the wind.
Destiny does not just ride on the air:
Though it forces us into many follies,
Each of us pulls our own weight.
Locations undesirable must be crossed,
For how can we, as little seeds,
Expect to travel if we trap ourselves?
Though it is important we bloom,
The hills far away are patiently waiting 
For our presence.

Copyright © Trenton Moore | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph |

Ethel Hurst 1889-1918

Ethel Hurst

1889 – 1918

I saw the town rise up
Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain.
I played a multitude of hop-scotch games
With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street.
And sipped a hundred ice cream sodas in the Mercantile at sunset.
My mother took me to Jacob’s Grocery every Monday 
And it was I who picked the plump oranges
From the big rickety crate.
On Saturdays we worked the fields at Strong’s Ranch,
Harvesting the pampas in the walnut fields.
And on Halloween I was the girl in the moon-face costume for five straight years.
When Christmas brought its luminous lights to the town,
Mother dressed me in red with a bell on my bonnet.
And father sang the carols with a guitar and a tambourine.
I graduated from the big high school in 1907
And in celebration,
Rode my bicycle to Bassett
Still in my starched graduation petticoats.
Jesse Forbes,
He being five years younger than I, 
Was the love of my brief stay on this earth.
But when he ventured to steal a kiss that day in Black Canyon,
I used my calloused hand to convey my stern disagreement.
But what wild regrets I’ve entertained since Jesse drowned that day.
In the wild currents by Pio Pico’s crumbling Adobe,
His body bobbing like a sea bird
In the punishing plume of that old deep river.
Beyond the muddy banks and the wild flowers,
Jesse Forbes left this life with a surprised frozen grin.
Why Jesse? Why?
You never knew the truth, my love.
You never really understood what I meant
When I said nothing.
I said No to you when I said nothing that day in Black Canyon, 
But I really meant Yes.
The influenza incinerated my heart and soul
With a 106 temperature in the winter of 1918.
Twenty nine years I dare say
Is nothing in terms of eternal life!
I had so much more to do!
I had so much more to dream about!
I walked and talked on the streets of my town,
And on the funeral-dark avenues of my innocent days.
And I planned and I schemed
And all for nothing!.
Indeed, I felt the pulse of fleeting time
And the never-ending, 
Ever-turning circle of endless days.  
But now I rest here in Clark Cemetery… a virgin corpse
Flirting shamelessly with the bow-tie worms,
Still wild with regrets.
And forever haunted in reverse
By the same recurring memory 
Of Jesse Forbes holding a rose.
Under the old oak tree in Black Canyon.. 

Copyright © stark hunter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |

Exam malpractice


We are no saints, we haven't got holiness
Yet our steps can be retraced
Everyone there where he lacks 
For we're all for one and one for all

Many have been asked; they answered
Many have asked; they were answered
But if you've never been asked
And if you've never asked

Such that you never answered
And you were never answered
Haven't you ever been silent
When you should have admonished

Pal, lets devest our honour this innuendo
For by either action or inaction
We all have some sorry to say for exam malpractices 
You can; I can; we can!

Copyright © Fortunatus Chisom | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Straight to Hell - A Short Story

I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school.  Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls.  My senior year we had gym every other day and music every other day in the same time slot.  The music classes, therefore, were also all boys or all girls.

She was a twenty-eight year old nun in her first teaching assignment.  She was in way over her head.  She was about five-foot-four and weighed practically nothing.  The nuns in our school no longer wore habits and I remember thinking it was a good thing because she would probably fly away like Sally Fields.  If you don’t know what I mean by that then you are too young to be reading my story.

The music class was a mad house.  She could not control a room of twenty some boys bound and determined to make her life hell.  I mean, music class?  Really?

We never did the homework assigned; never answered her questions seriously; never believed her threats at discipline; wouldn’t accept the demerits she tried to hand out; and basically goofed off for the hour that was supposed to be dedicated to learning about music.

For some reason, she seemed too proud or too green or too determined to go to the principal or another teacher for help; and, sensing that, we knew we could get away with our childish behavior and so we did.

One day, a handful of us “got in trouble” and she said she wanted to talk to us after class.  I was the only one that actually stayed.  She tried to lecture me on my bad behavior but I guess my smirk was evidence it was not sinking in.  Then, she started to cry, and for the first time I saw her as a person.

“What am I doing,” she cried.  "I can’t do this.  I am trying; I am really trying, but I am not cut out for this.  Why are you boys so mean and hateful?”

I stood up in front of her not knowing what to do or what to say.  I felt like a real jerk.  I was a real jerk.

Tears poured down her face, which I finally recognized as being a pretty face.  She bowed her head and just sobbed.  In my awkward seventeen year old manner, I slowly opened my arms and allowed her to lean into me.  And I hugged her while she wept.
At seventeen, I was no ladies’ man, and this crying nun was the first woman I had ever held so close to me.  I could feel her breasts pressed against me; the heat emitting from her body; and, the delicate nature of her womanly form in my arms.  I knew then that I was destined to go straight to hell for the thoughts that were going through my head and the feelings I felt between my legs.

She pulled away and whispered, “I am so sorry, I should not have done that.  You may go.”

I simply said, “You know, you are doing fine, you just have a class of a bunch of butt holes”, and walked out of the room.  It was that night that she started coming to see me in my dreams.  To hell I go, for sure.

I wish I could tell you I had the moxie and the influence to whip that class into shape, but I did not.  The mad house continued with one less student joining in the fun.  I tried my best to behave, answer her questions, pay attention and feign interest in the topic of the day – but I was just one in a sea of monsters.  I stayed after class and after school a few times to talk with her, ask her how she was doing, and see if I could help in any way.  She was actually starting to get the hang of things and was able to focus on the few classes that were willing to learn.

At the end of the school year, I was one of the few students who had not enrolled in a college for the coming year.  Because I was one of the better students, it caused a little bit of a fuss and a number of teachers talked to me about the huge mistake I was making taking some time off before going to college.  It seems they were all convinced that if I did not start into college in the fall, I was doomed to never go to college.  I challenged them by saying what they were really worried about was their statistics of percentage of students who went on to further their education.

During the last day of classes, the music teacher asked me to stay after class.  It appears, it was her turn to try to talk some sense into me.

“So, I hear you are not going to college,” she said.

“No, I’m going to college … some day, just not this fall.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet.  Take some time off.  Work.  Nothing.  I don’t know.  Why is it so important to everyone?  When the time is right, I’ll go to college.”

“They just care about you.”

“Bull loney,” I said, only it was another word.

She smiled at me.  I had been dreaming about her now for six months.  I changed the topic.

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”

She laughed, “You know, I grew up the same as every girl in this high school.  I did have boyfriends.”

“Yeah, but have you ever kissed a boy,” I challenged.

“No.  Not the way you mean.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like?”

“No.  Never,” she lied.

“If I told you I will register for college if you kiss me, will you?”

“No.  I believe you when you say you just need some time off.  I think that is a good idea.”

Then she walked up close to me and stopped a heartbeat away.  Suddenly, she reached down between my legs, grabbed the crouch of my pants and said, “Just don’t let this thing get you in trouble.”

She abruptly turned and walked out of the classroom while I tried to catch my breath.

During the graduation ceremony I saw her sitting with the other teachers and shared a private smile with her while walking back to my seat after being handed my diploma.  I would never see her again … outside of my dreams.

I often think about my high school music teacher and my ticket straight to hell.  Unfortunately, I never heeded her advice.  That body part of mine she grabbed ahold of for a fleeting second those many years ago, has gotten me in trouble time and time again.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Our End Is Near

Our End Is Near

My tears are sooner going to fall.
Leave me nobody feels me a little bit small.
How I wish you would stay forever.
End it up like you forget 18th of December.

Wish you would come back when it’s done.
See now the glory when sun gets to frown.
Our old cute days are running out…
Forget me when you really want to go out.

You may not understand the real me.
Sincere mentor like a serious somebody.
You will sooner realize my worth.
Taught you so well and make things to work.

Our end is near but bonds won’t even fade.
 I’ll be your best and make your hearts’ aid.
Wish to set us a different stage.
Soon be your closest though we’re far out of age.

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

A Lot of Lasts

City lights late at night…
mixed with that album that makes me cry – 
the one from way back when. 
Some friends along for the ride
won’t chase the feelings that I hide.

This night – the last of many. 
These friends – the survivors each year.
The ones that make me feel a little less alone.
The ones that make me want to stay here.
I hope they know
all that I just can’t show.
I hope they know
that they’re my reason – 
my reason to wake up each morning
and my reason to drag myself to school each day.
Each stupid a** comment,
each poorly contained laugh,
each terribly timed joke,
and each uncomfortable experience we share,
are the only reasons that I care – 
care to try and care to live.

So, I try not to think about when “the last of many” will be over.
For now, it’s the nights like these that I’ll remember.
The moments I take to peak my head up from the backseat 
and see her laughing so hard she’s nearly choking – 
laughing so hard she can’t help but stomp her foot on the floor of that cheap, foggy car.
to see her looking like an absolute fool.
to see her happy.
I look up 
to see him singing along to that one song from the 2000s, 
smiling like the moron he is.

It’s these vivid moments I’ll chose to recall –
these helpless points in time that don’t fail to enthrall,
dragging me in head first, 
present and aware of my own happiness.

Copyright © Maren Beauchamp | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

To My 33 Kids

I woke up last year with 33 kids,
Took the challenge with fearful funny risks.
Every day was like a social suicide,
Love then came and it’s lurking me inside

I wrote a narrative poem in my mind.
Should have said before that I’m totally blind.
I did not see the spark on their eyes.
Still no regrets when I made a sacrifice.

I love how the way how we stick together in show.
Treasured the top and capturing the best in a slow.
Stolen smiles will be kept forever.
I don’t even know how I could keep you so ever.

The most awaited moment is finally here,
Screams of people are all you’ll ever hear.
Your days of hard work are now lastly over.
Are you feeling the trail of sweet scented summer?

Up until I realized it was just a dream.
My 33 kids will go on their own stream.
Looking forward to see you on your day.
Clapped my hands in your grand graduation day.

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


The moment I walked in on this scorching room,

I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.

You stared at me when I shook everything off,

Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.





We spent 5 months of knowing each other,

I’m happy enough with the words that you utter.

You may sometimes don’t get what I want you to do.

Pretty good things are all I want just for you.





I often don’t understand how you always feel,

Seeing your good deeds is contentment and real.

I love that childish mind in your wealthy young age.

A movement of prissiness is such funny beige.





When you wrote sorry in a white crumpled board,

This heart was lacerated by your one holy sword.

You may have not noticed these sacrifices that I’ve done,

One day of change is your realization in down.





I’m your commando in a most fashionable look,

You’re my soldiers who are fearfully all always hooked.

I’m looking forward in your ramp of achievement,

Seeing that white gown in you is so much fulfillment.


Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

What they didn't tell her about Fairy tales

They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”

They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and 
servants whose childhoods were unfair,

They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,

They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me, 
I suffered another tragic end

They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants 

They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them 
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball

In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents, 
with red stripes and one missing arm

They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college 
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"

I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…

By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


The moment I walked in on this scorching room,

I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.

You stared at me when I shook everything off,

Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.





We spent 5 months of knowing each other,

I’m happy enough with the words that you utter.

You may sometimes don’t get what I want you to do.

Pretty good things are all I want just for you.





I often don’t understand how you always feel,

Seeing your good deeds is contentment and real.

I love that childish mind in your wealthy young age.

A movement of prissiness is such funny beige.





When you wrote sorry in a white crumpled board,

This heart was lacerated by your one holy sword.

You may have not noticed these sacrifices that I’ve done,

One day of change is your realization in down.





I’m your commando in a most fashionable look,

You’re my soldiers who are fearfully all always hooked.

I’m looking forward in your ramp of achievement,

Seeing that white gown in you is so much fulfilment.


Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

high sChOOL

He said, She said
That's all you seem to hear
When you walk down the hall
It's the same thing every year

Unecessary drama
That's all high school's about
You can try to avoid being trapped in it
But you'll never find a way out

Life was so simple
Before our high school days
Before we became caught up
In the 'how to be popular' craze

High school's so overrated
Ive waited 13 years to say
Im a senior so leave me out of it
I'm just here til Graduation Day

Copyright © Ashley Smith | Year Posted 2006

Details | ABC |

Kick Start Voyage

You will have many decisions to make 
Some difficult, some easy as cake
And every path you take
Will be a scar or memory to embrace.

"Be not afraid" they said
And everything you do always try your best.
But it’s harder than choosing between B and C
For life is no multiple choice test.

But every day you will grow,
And right from wrong you will know.
Be cheerful and enjoy life
For some choices only happen once. 

Your future is your choice
Embrace it with all your heart’s rejoice.

Copyright © Jaziel Alvarez | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Blast from the Past

I’m many years and miles away
From when I went to school.
Those days are tucked inside my brain
And stay there, as a rule.

But walking on the street today,
Right near where I reside,
My high school days and present ones
Did suddenly collide.

A man was strolling, looking down,
His sweatshirt boldly lettered.
I saw my high school name and
Memories became unfettered.

I asked him if he’d gone there
And his graduation date.
He beat me by ten years or so,
But we could still relate.

No matter where we go in life
And how much we’ve amassed,
We’ll never travel far enough
To leave behind our past.

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |


Walking across a well-lit stage
I command my sequined graduation cap
stay perched up there!
I instruct my feet, 
Don’t stumble!
Gripping my Bachelor’s Degree
I recall the gruff,
Bronx-accented voice of my dad
dead now
Forty years ago I received 
his high school graduation directive
“daughters ‘ain’t fer college,
‘git a husband, ‘git children.”
Today my father stands on the edge
of a Heavenly cloud, 
hands on hips, 
grinning at me
I done it anyway dad.  
What you ‘tink ‘bout ‘dat?

Copyright © Denise Hengeli | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic |

I Have No Life

I have no life. My social status had been destroyed after high school graduation and I've
been depressed since the age of 13. All of my friends have left my life for good. I'm
trying to cope, or better yet, deal with these changes, but I just have mixed feelings
about them. I have no life because I've wasted my time thinking about the past, instead of
looking at the future. Over the years, I've experienced heartbreak, after heartbreak,
after heartbreak. When all of the girls of my dreams have been taken by other guys before
I had a chance to talk to them, I almost lost it. And when I found out that girls my age
had real boyfriends already and/or already married to their husbands with children, I
almost flipped and I cried; like, sobbing; in tears. It's like somebody has stolen someone special from me.
It's also like I matter to no one. And on top of all that, it's like someone took a
butcher knife out of the kitchen, stabbed me right in the abdomen, plunged another butcher
knife right into my chest, and ripped---nay---yanked my heart out; killing me in an
instant. This type of rejection is sad, depressing, and it breaks my heart just thinking
about it. I wish I could go back in time and change everything, but I can't do that.
There's nothing that I can do to change the past; it's already done. This isn't what I had
in mind. Right now, I wish that things were better if I hadn't been rejected one to many
times and I were to walk into someone else's shoes.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Senior Year Nightmare

Drooping decorations
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and 
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.

Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |


I know I haven’t talked to you much.
We both are busy the only time we have is lunch.
I plead to spend time just you and me.
Hanging with you makes me feel free.
Even though we’ve had our fights in the end we see the light.
You have been such a successful woman; I can’t believe you are human.
Remember those days me and Erin acted so cool?
Well to be honest we were just following you.
You made my nightmares go away.
Then I’d wake up at 5am feeling dreadful, but glad to see you every day.
You’ve been there for me through thick and thin; like a roller coaster we are in.
Then you graduated high school glowing you were beautiful too.
I actually shed a tear or two.
You have given me advice, and I have taken it more than twice.
Now you leave just Erin and me, but we think about you every day of the week.
You have artistic ability and creativity, while Erin and I have activity.
You never stopped believing in us once.
You always had confidence and trust.
We are all sisters 1, 2, 3… you, Erin, and me.
Look out world because here we come stylish and having fun.
Tears of pain, tears of joy
We are the Brunkala sisters no one can destroy!

Copyright © Lindsey Brunkala | Year Posted 2011

Details | Bio |

I am the City: The Being

Words unsaid can be undone
And in this way our liberty's forgone
Are we so abandoned in our quest for the throne
That we leave each other starved, carved and alone?
That we remain quiet in the face of adversity
In hopes that there is still a round-about way to own the city
What you fail to see 
Is that the city is me

A thought unspoken goes unheard
It is like an unsolved crime
Where for a time, the criminal is you
Why do you not speak, but fester instead
With this confession rotting inside of your head
Think not, want not.
You've made your thinking so breezy
That you've made it easy
For the media to pull a fast one on you
I shall scream it until I'm hoarse.
When and why did the war against terror change its course?
Because they're traitors? 
Because of treason? 
To what cause?
Treason is just reason, with a cross in front of it
Think about it

And still, the question is unanswered, like so many others.
When did curfew begin to extend past the street lights?
When did guns begin to define a fair fight?
When did learning become memorization?
When did pharmaceuticals begin to run the nation?
When did black on black violence become a second rate topic in rap?
Replaced by the conformity of uptowns and throwbacks and caps?
When did nineteen become the average High School graduation age?
When did teen pregnancy set the stage for the commonplace?
When did Latinas forget that sexiness is more than an outfit?
When did New York become so counterfeit?
When, when or more importantly why?
And perhaps I will believe no answer, because…

My thoughts design me, but 
It is my voice that defines me 
And I am what society is afraid to see
I am a 30 line long side effects warning label
I am the lesson in Aesop's fables
I am the contradicting line in your history book
I am beauty that warrants a second look
I am the reason for which lightly you tread
Because I am the voice inside of your head
I simply am
I am the reason you hate and love the city
But what you fail to see
Is that the city is me

Copyright © Carolina Dominguez | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Draft of graduation

After three years it's finally time to say goodbye

Though the memories of smiles of everyone 

To help us get through the days ahead of us

A bright future awaits us all

Time and time we've had our differences

Yet each others company will be missed dearly

A group we stood

Sadly today it ends

Our high school years finish

Our ties split

After having one big thing in common

Today we celebrate the death of our high school class

Today begins  our separate futures

Here we come with tears in our eyes and pain in our heart

Because today we are not just a group

Today we are a group who ran its course

Who reached the end

Who get to see different futures

We hold in our hearts memories made of every face

To get us through our future days

Copyright © Terry Perez | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |


As we reach the last day of our high school years,
our minds are set on tommorrow. As we worry and wonder if the future will
bring us, more happiness or more sorrow.

As the answer remains unknown, we turn to the past,
as visions of mixed memories passes us by, for there are visions of joy and
happiness, along with times our hearts would cry.

As we remember the past, we start to remember the times
we prayed that this day was here, never thinking once that when it comes,
our minds would be filled with fear.

Though we've finally reached our high school goal of graduating,
and made plains for better days, we start to wonder from the paths we've
chosen, are we really going the right way.

But inside our heads there's a little voice that tells us,
the answer we may never know, intill we give our lifetime goals a try,
then the answer will clearly show.

So we come back to the present, as we walk across the stage,
with smiles of joy and pride, through up our hats and shout out the class
year, with no more fear to hide.

We've finally reached one goal we tell ourselves,
why not give the others a try, because the only way one can fail in life, is by 
letting your dreams pass you by.

Copyright © Latoya Straub | Year Posted 2008