Pieces of my Soul
Insanity
(Sensory/Imagery)
The taste of insanity is a recipe,
One that has been altered.
The package lists it as the same,
One that has been altered.
The package lists it as the same,
But it
is clearly unique.
The sound of insanity is the man laughing,
With someone that isn't really there.
Laughing with the friend that has always been there,
But nobody else can see.
The smell of insanity is the natural perfume,
That has gone past its time.
At one point it was certainly nice,
But now could not be passed as pleasant.
The look of insanity is the genetic birthmark,
That has been there since birth.
It has surely been on her face since birth,
But now makes the model unsuitable.
The feel on insanity is the everyday joy,
That nobody else will know.
They hide from things that are deemed inappropriate,
But you find joy in what only you can feel.
The sound of insanity is the man laughing,
With someone that isn't really there.
Laughing with the friend that has always been there,
But nobody else can see.
The smell of insanity is the natural perfume,
That has gone past its time.
At one point it was certainly nice,
But now could not be passed as pleasant.
The look of insanity is the genetic birthmark,
That has been there since birth.
It has surely been on her face since birth,
But now makes the model unsuitable.
The feel on insanity is the everyday joy,
That nobody else will know.
They hide from things that are deemed inappropriate,
But you find joy in what only you can feel.
I Hear the
World Singing
(I hear...)
I hear the
world singing,
So many songs
I hear.
Those of the
British,
Singing proud
and loud.
The Germans,
Tempo as fast
as the Autoban.
The Swiss,
Singing a song
to please them all.
The Japanese,
Praising the
newest advancements.
And I hear the
Americans singing,
Singing of
freedom.
Each sings a
song of what belongs to them,
And to
everyone else.
Elemental
(Poet-Tree)
The air rushes
past,
always willing
to change direction.
The water flows
down the stream,
carrying its
woes downstream.
The fire dances
on the logs,
never slowing
its pace.
The earth holds
steady,
not letting
others bring it down.
And the spirits
flow free,
bound by
nothing other than dreams.
Imagination
(Free-Write)
As the world spins,
I find myself spinning with it.
As the band sings,
I find myself singing with them.
As the performers dance,
I find myself dancing with them.
As the audience cheers,
I find myself cheering with them.
And as I look around,
I find myself surrounded with
imagination.
Stage Fright
(Haiku)
As the fear
builds up,
Remember what
you're doing.
You are here
to shine.
Magic
(Found)
Magical sounds
filled the room.
Swallowing my
nervousness,
I moved in
time,
Making little
Turns and dance
moves.
I'm not clumsy,
But not Ms.
Cheerleader.
Its easier than
imagined,
With the
beautiful, lilting beat
That celebrates
the night.
Appropriate for
tonight,
It carried me,
Gracefully
around the room.
Loren's voice
recited the poem,
Echoing the
cadence of the music.
And together,
We made magic.
Betrayed
Page 205
The magical
sounds of Enya's orchestral song “Aldebaran” filled the room. I
swallowed down the last of my nervousness, and began walking forward,
tracing a path around the outside of the circle, like I'd watched
both Neferet and Aphrodite do in the rituals they'd led. As they had,
I moved in time with the music, making little impromptu turns and
dance moves. I'd been really freaked out about this part of the
ritual-I mean, I'm not clumsy, but I'm also not Ms. Cheerleader/Pom
Squad. Thankfully, it was lots easier than I'd imagined it to be. I'd
chosen this particular music because of its beautiful, lilting beat,
and because I'd Googled Aldebaran and found it was a giant star-and I
thought music that celebrated the night sky was appropriate for
tonight. It was a good choice, because it seamed as if the music was
carrying me, moving my body gracefully around the room and overcoming
my initial nerves and awkwardness. When Loren's voice began reciting
the poem, he, too, echoed the cadence of the music, just like my body
was, and it felt like we were making magic together.
Belief
(Sonnet)
A religion is a
means of escape.
A way to
express your faith and belief.
The strength of
faith will leave their mouths agape.
Expressing
yourself can be a relief.
A million
events can test your strength,
But a true
believer never gives up.
Keep your
friends close, and bullies at length.
Keep yourself
as kind as a pup.
The world may
appear to be on your side,
But be prepared
to deal with things gone wrong.
If you are
true, your doors will open wide,
And people will
hear your beautiful song.
Believe in
yourself, and live every day,
For it could
not be your last, but it may.
Theme for
English B
(Theme for
English B)
The teacher
said,
Use your time
And write a
masterpiece.
Let it come
from you-
And it will be
true.
Is it really
that easy?
I am seventeen,
living in Owatonna.
I have gone to
school here and in Blooming,
But here is my
home.
I am one of the
many teens here,
That identifies
as a nerd.
A block or two
from here, I head towards Main.
And I pass
Main,
Instead taking
Broadway.
And down the
street,
I stop at my
second home.
The Shop.
This place is
home for a reason.
Around me are
my brothers and sisters-
Too many to
count.
But here I can
name a few;
Theres Andy,
Eccentric and
expressive.
Theres Ryan,
Not afraid to
imagine.
And Kyle,
Accepting what
he is.
Along with
Mike,
Showing the
world who he is.
Theres Brent,
A lovable
oddball.
Theres Jerry,
Determined to
succeed.
And once upon a
time Keith,
Too afraid to
fail.
Every once in a
while there's Nick,
Who shows me
love.
And Luke,
Always
curious.
With Caitlin,
Awkward and
intelligent.
And with
everyone I share a part.
I am me,
And I have
found happiness.
And that is my
theme for English B.
The Fox
(Free-Write)
I saw a fox
walking home,
Head down and all alone.
He raised his head to look at me,
And looked as sad as one can be.
I saw a wolf walking home.
I asked him "Why's he alone?"
"He once had a mate,
But she was not in his fate."
I saw a dog walking home.
I asked her "Why's he alone?"
"He had love once upon a time,
But he can no longer call her 'mine'."
I walked home in despair,
Feeling his loneliness in the air.
I looked in the mirror,
And what I saw was fear.
I want to walk him home,
So he wont be so alone.
But I cannot help him,
For I fear what I am.
I am a dragon,
The fiercest predator of all.
Head down and all alone.
He raised his head to look at me,
And looked as sad as one can be.
I saw a wolf walking home.
I asked him "Why's he alone?"
"He once had a mate,
But she was not in his fate."
I saw a dog walking home.
I asked her "Why's he alone?"
"He had love once upon a time,
But he can no longer call her 'mine'."
I walked home in despair,
Feeling his loneliness in the air.
I looked in the mirror,
And what I saw was fear.
I want to walk him home,
So he wont be so alone.
But I cannot help him,
For I fear what I am.
I am a dragon,
The fiercest predator of all.
Welcome to
the League
(Free-Write)
A young girl is
thrown into battle.
Bright pink
hair and kitty ears,
Along with her
little stuffed bear.
All she
seemingly wants,
Is to play a
game.
But dont let
the young green eyes fool you,
This girl has
the strength of magic.
One kind
glance, one misstep,
And you can
find yourself surrounded,
Surrounded by
fire.
As you peer
through the fire,
Determined to
survive,
You see a
shape, tall and looming.
“It's my bear
Tibbers!”
The little girl
yells.
Annie is a girl
of nightmares.
One born in a
magical land.
And as she
laughs,
You hear a
familiar sound.
“You have
been slain.”
Charms
(Object)
In my drawer,
I find charms.
Charms missing
their chains,
Charms that
once had a purpose.
One in
particular catches my eye.
A heart,
But with a
piece missing.
A piece in the
shape of a key.
I know who
holds the key,
And it brings
me to tears,
Engraved in the
back,
There are two
names.
'Alec + Kiyah'
the charm says,
And I know the
key says the same.
Why do I
torture myself like this?
It didn't work,
We both know
this.
Yet little
things will make me remember,
Remember what I
have done to him.
And what he had
done to me.
I set the charm
down,
Letting the
past go.
I tell myself
that it was right,
It was right to
save myself the grief.
Although it
broke his heart.
Kiyah
Jeau Riggleman
(Acrostic)
Kind
and loving
In
every way,
Yearning
to assist
All
who come in need of
Help
and love.
Joyously
keeping
Everyone
who comes to her with
A
problem positive and
Ultimately
happy.
Ready
for you to cry
Into
her shoulder,
Gladly
supplying support to the
Gracious
and kind.
Loving
the kindness of
Every
one of her
Many
friends
And
acquaintances,
Now
and forever.
It's Her!
(History)
In
a small town, back in 1692,
Seven young girls formed a bond.
A bond that killed many,
And lives on through history.
Betty Parris, Ann Putnam, Elizabeth Hubbard,
Mary Walcott, Mercy Lewis, Mary Warren,
and Susanna Sheldon all claimed,
“It’s her! It’s the witch!”
As the seven girls contorted,
Everyone watched in fear.
Who would be convicted now?
Who would they say lived a life of lies?
Swift and cold,
A winter wind in the endless summer,
Women and men were convicted.
“It’s her! It's the witch!”
It all started when young Betty,
Only six years of age,
Fell dreadfully ill.
And to the devil the blame fell.
Slave Tituba baked a cake
To help the young girl recover.
But the children cried,
“It’s her! It’s the witch!”
Seven young girls formed a bond.
A bond that killed many,
And lives on through history.
Betty Parris, Ann Putnam, Elizabeth Hubbard,
Mary Walcott, Mercy Lewis, Mary Warren,
and Susanna Sheldon all claimed,
“It’s her! It’s the witch!”
As the seven girls contorted,
Everyone watched in fear.
Who would be convicted now?
Who would they say lived a life of lies?
Swift and cold,
A winter wind in the endless summer,
Women and men were convicted.
“It’s her! It's the witch!”
It all started when young Betty,
Only six years of age,
Fell dreadfully ill.
And to the devil the blame fell.
Slave Tituba baked a cake
To help the young girl recover.
But the children cried,
“It’s her! It’s the witch!”
Sarah
Good was a beggar,
Sarah Good was a misfit.
Sarah Good did not belong.
Sarah Osborn hasn’t attended church,
At least for a year.
Sarah Osborn has to go!
“It’s her! It’s the witch!”
Sarah Good was a misfit.
Sarah Good did not belong.
Sarah Osborn hasn’t attended church,
At least for a year.
Sarah Osborn has to go!
“It’s her! It’s the witch!”
From June to September,
Nineteen men and women
Traveled to Gallows Hill.
And none came down.
One man, Giles Corey,
Denied to go to trial.
He was pressed to death.
“It’s him! Its the witch!”
The accused were rich,
The accused were powerful,
The accusers gained wealth and power,
If the accused were to die.
The
witch hunt started in June,
A runner jumping out of the gate.
And in September, the trials ended.
“It’s them! They’re the liers!”
A runner jumping out of the gate.
And in September, the trials ended.
“It’s them! They’re the liers!”
Linder,
Douglas. "An Account of the Salem Witchcraft Investigations,
Trials, Andaftermath." An Account of the Salem Witchcraft
Investigations, Trials, Andaftermath. N.p., n.d. Web. 25 Feb.
2013.
Warring
(Free-Write)
There
are two sides of me,
Constantly
warring.
I
should help that girl,
I
could use her later.
I'm
so glad hes nice to me,
Wonder
if he will lie for me.
It's
not right to worry them,
But
my parents deserve it.
My
boyfriend is so faithful,
Doesn't
mean I have to do the same.
The
first side wins out,
While
the second stalks my thoughts.
I
am good, I am kind.
I
am manipulative, I am evil.
I
embrace the light,
But
I understand the darkness.
Dear
Colin
(Letter)
Dear
Colin,
You
lived a life of love,
You
lived a life of laughs,
You
lived a life of happiness.
In
your death-at such a young age-
People
have mourned.
People
have cried.
And
yet, people laugh in your memory.
People
find happiness in your memory.
People
show kindness in your memory.
Colin,
you are missed.
We
miss your laugh,
We
miss your love.
And
yet,
we
live on,
laughing
and loving.
I
hope you are happy in your special place,
Kiyah
Riggleman
Life
of a Gamer
(List)
A
gamers life is never dull.
For
the lonely ones,
The
Massively Multiplayer Online.
A
group of like-minded individuals,
You
must be compatible with one.
For
those who have a boring 'real life',
The
action adventure.
So
many places to go and things to do,
How
can life be boring?
For
those with the sharp mind,
A
puzzle game.
So
many different combinations,
It
can keep you entertained for hours.
For
those longing to command,
A
strategy game.
When
all those people listen to you,
You
must surely be right.
For
those with the active imagination,
A
role-playing game.
Everything
is fun and exciting,
You
can escape from a boring life.
And
for those itching to go to war,
The
First Person Shooter.
When
you get a headshot,
Its
a feeling of power.
For
every type of person,
There
is a video game.
And
a persons video game
Can
tell you a lot.
Eugene
Barber
(Acrostic)
Engineering
in his spare time,
Unleashing
the ideas
Generally
only the
Eccentric
can think of, he now
Needs
himself and
Every
member of his family.
Brought
to his knees by
A
very viscous
Respiratory
cancer, he
Battles
with
Every
ounce of his being, attempting to
Remain
happy for the sake of his loved ones.
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