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Author: CMS

  • TWO MINDS

    by ISAIAH

    Two sides of one life, with two minds.
    With 3 eyes, it’s still hard to see light,
    poems with remedy, joking in soliloquies.
    Still hard to hold on to loose vines—
    the more you lose grip, you lose life.
    They continue to drop weight on you.
    A ship’s more beautiful when it sinks.
    It proves the imperfect, important. Depression reeks,
    the stench it stinks. Fighting for respiration,
    dark skies don’t mean precipitation, no hesitation.
    In my dark sometimes nothing equals something.
    Don’t jump, you let them cut you to short stumps.
    You’ll grow back, nevermind that, triumph.
    Still no conclusions found in those two minds,
    find something with that 3rd eye.
    I guarantee with my life,
    the answer isn’t suicide.

  • ANGEL

    by JAMMONICA

    You’re like an angel. When you smile. When you laugh it’s so beautiful, When you’re sad or mad it breaks me like my wings have fallen. You know how to make me laugh. You call me a weirdo only because what I do or say is weird or funny. I might have such silly things to say it’s only because I want you to laugh or smile. But when you’re around, my wings begin to spread and fly again. My wings fly away from that darkness. Sometimes we fight but sometimes we’ll get over it. You’re like the only person that I know that loves pizza. We have such the weirdest nicknames for each other. But I like that it’s like having an angel’s halo rise again.

  • GLOVES

    by CHRISTOPHER

    Any kinds of gloves without a feeling,
    being there when you always
    need them, working, sleeping in a
    cold night, making a sandwich,
    or working in the hard
    stale snow or ice, you hands warm,
    safe from the dirt, mud, GERMS
    and even more.

    Firemen, football players, chefs,
    all use them. Firemen use them
    to lift very hot things, football players
    so the ball doesn’t fall out of
    their hands, chefs so the people won’t
    get sick of their GERM-infested hands.

    I am okay if they cut off the
    part that they touched.

  • EXPLOSIONS

    by CHRISTOPHER

    Explosions, loud, might have a smell like a bottle of nail polish thrown on the ground and getting everywhere.

    Wall, person, they have similarities, they have differences, one similarity is that they are strong. A wall can withstand a punch, so can a person. A wall can stand still, and a person can stand still. Maybe a person is so strong he can be punched but his arm won’t break. Maybe a wall will stand after a missile strike. The difference is a wall can feel no pain. The wall is as strong as an elephant, goes on forever like star in the sky.

    Electricity can shock your foot, legs, and arms, faster than the speed of light, strong as a punch, like a jackhammer on the ground.

  • LAND OF NAPPY

    by CHELSEA

    The following poem is not true!

    Have you been to the land of Nappy? Where nothing’s perfect, and it is all crappy? There’s men with big nasty feet, and people on bikes down the street, where people take and never give. Well sorry, that is where I live.