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__//**Sunday afternoon on the road**//__ __//**Bigfoot was there and so was toad**//__ __//**Each had a smile upon his face**//__ __//**And each one knew they were hedhead to that place a place of magic, a place of fun and each was ready for a run**//__

__//**Once at the mountain when we arrived**//__ __//**Mario was there and much alive**//__ __//**He challenged the hairy one to a dual**//__ __//**Toad said don’t do it you hairy fool**//__ __//**We all agreed with what the green one had said**//__ __//**But Mario had gotten to the Bigfoot’s, big head**//__

__//**So dual they must and dual they did**//__ __//**With pistols and sling shots, each other to rid**//__ __//**They fired all there bullets and they fired all there rocks but the only thing with holes was the toes of there socks**//__ __//**Since the dual was over and neither went down toad said hurray Ill by the next round. Now Bigfoot and Mario are the best of friends and until another day here our story must end.**//__

__//**9/24/06**//__ __//**By THOMAS BAKER**//__

Wind blows softly through your rough hair Cascading down your solid stare The stare that freezes every man Into a cold hard stand But those eyes are the reason why I love you till the day you die (Taylor K.)
 * __Eyes__**

__**Lonely Winter**__ Bare trees sway in the wind Symbolizing autumn's end. A crispness in the air Whipping around without a care. A little girl walking with fear Nobody notices her shed a lonely tear. (Elizabeth H.)

It seems as if all our lives, we're waiting for the rain to fall. Every single one of our lies, are telling us not to lose it all. We live in pain, our world ending in vain, until one day... (Amber H.)
 * __Watery Eyes of Happiness__**

//__Catalyst__//

Celebrated victim of your dreams A notion that love will be all you need A shadow in the lies of **deceit** And a heart that you hope will one day set you free.

{Monica D.}


 * __Poems__**

These poems are sad, sad but true About the courage inside of you And to wonder why I wrote These poems that flow like a boat I’ll tell you here I’ll tell you now But first… give me that beloved bow (Taylor K..... again)

__Stolen__
I had a pie. It was stolen by some guy. He was hungry as can be Then he gave the pan back to me.

I had a mitten. It was stolen by a kitten. Then he crawled in the little thumb hole-- I guess he was kinda cold.

I had a pillow. It was stolen by a widow. She tried to fall asleep But someone stole her sheep.

{Monica B.}


 * __Confusion__**

Though some of us see, others are like me. We are blind to everything, but only by what we think.

We look around, all around... And all we see is a tree.

A wounded tree of love, of the peacefulness of the dove. Innocence galore, Innocence no more.

Monkies living free no more fun for me. Nature's clowns have fallen down.

Confusion writes these words, how they contrast each other so. These words confusion writes, more of them? No.

(Amber H.)


 * __Prison__**

I never would have thought through these eyes I would see, this confusing end to my misery.

The bars I look out from have been broken, Releasing me from my prison.

The days I have counted and numbered, On the cold gray walls that white sheets have covered.

When will this uncertainty end, So that these bruises can mend?

(Elizabeth H.)


 * Past Memories**

Your smiling face, your warm, caring embrace. They once existed they once were real.

I try to remember, but my memory fails me. I try to see, into my old memories.

It seems this feeble mind, can no longer control the nightmares inside. Now that they're free, what will our destiny be?

My memories have not come back, and all that's left is what we lack. Many times I've tried, many times I've lied.

My sins forgiven, as I lay broken and timid. My heart was crushed, as my confusion rushed.

You never came for me, as you said you would. I waited for you to see, see that I could.

I could wait forever, standing there for you. Over-looking the water, there was nothing I could not do.

The only thing that kept me there, was thinking of you. that you would soon be here, to rescue me too.

Your smiling face, your warm, caring embrace. They once existed, they once were real.

(Amber H. -I wrote this poem while thinking about how many times my heart has been broken in the past, and the fact that I can still move on from my broken past and try to mend my heart and my memories. Though I still have those painful reminders, I know they're only there to make me stronger.)

__**Bored**__

I got bored So on my guitar I found a new cord. I formed a band, while sitting in sand. Then some guy named Sam, gave me a lamb. It was really puffy, and kind of fluffy. What to name it?... That was a toughy. We named it Bob. It liked corn on the cob. Then it got eaten by a dog.

(Mary S. - And yes I was very bored when I made this, and for the people who can't remember my real name... Its me Okie. Lol)

A Bad Day

A person once told me that I was creepy, weird, and crazy, So I told him he was mean and lazy, He smiled and laughed, then jumped on a raft, and I haven't seen him since.

Soon after, a dog was chasing me, at work my boss told me he was replacing me, I never thought I would be fired, I never got rehired, So I became poor, and the repo men came knocking on my door.

I saw a frog on a lily pad, Then he started singing, I thought I had went mad, So then I got really sad and threw myself in the pond, In the pond everything was blue, and I forgot all I once knew. I didn't have a good day, I never do anyway... (Caitlin M. - I don't really know why I wrote this, I guess it was mixed in with various other meaning less thoughts in my head like, Good Morning Starshine the Earth Says Hello... 0.o)

Even if I loose today, I'll try again tomorrow. When I can prepare to try again, why should I stagger in my own sorrow? I may be hurt, but never crushed, wounds dont last forever. Only their scars will remain on me, only to remind me to be more clever. I won't cry in front of your face, not even when I leave this place. Brave people dont look back, Brave people have no past. I've already cried though stop I have tried. I guess that I will never be brave, because I'll never forget all to me you gave.
 * __TO MY FRIENDS__**

(MARY S. If this was written for you, you will know it. We will see each other again, this isnt good bye forever. :) )


 * __No Happy Words, Or Too Happy Altogether__**

I have no happy words to say, but on this day I shall pray. I pray to Him and to Him I pray, to hopefully be saved on this day.

God is my savior, I shall not need, so for forgiveness now I plead. Maybe I will live eternally, but maybe I will be but a fish in the sea.

Living is better than dying, and maybe water is better for drying. I know these words make no sense, but I know they're better than a barb-wire fence.

My words may be pointless, but at least I am not jointless. I have a heart, and I'll take a part, in what needs a new peice of art.

((Amber H. - o.O That poem made no sense to me at all, yet it also made perfect sense. I also like the poems other people have put up on here, they are very talented poets.))

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You think you know, Just 'cause you throw These silly fits that make us groan.

You think you're right Just 'cause we fight, But in the end We make up again.

They say that's what best friends do Is fight and make up and then argue, But what I've learned since we've been friends, Is no matter what it's 'til the end.

If that's the case, then we all know That bitterness is what we show. Bicker bicker, fight fight, What's the point, you ask tonight?

We all learn from our mistakes, And we all make them every day. So yes you know, and so do I, Because I still love you, No matter how long we fight.

__**I'm Sorry**__

I'm sorry to all of those I've failed, and to all of those I've bailed on. I know these words may not rhyme, but it's all I have to say.

I'm sorry, if I die. I'm sorry, this is my way of life. I'm sorry, on this day. I'm sorry, for what I say.

Living this life, is nothing like what it's said to be. It seems to survive, I must distance myself from me.

I'm sorry, I have no good words. I'm sorry, if this gets to the world. I'm sorry, that I'm not the same. I'm sorry, if I have the wrong name.

Some people make me feel, like I need to make someone else happy. I think that now I know, I only need to please me.

I'm sorry, I have no more excuses. I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

((Amber H.))

There is a place i'd like to go, I have to wait till I am older. I hope that someday I can go, To that place when I am older

(Avery D.)


 * __The Last Bet__**

As we strived to live, as we tried to survive, I made a bet with my friends, how wrong was I?

I said we'd be out soon, but they disagreed. And I asked, "Is it wrong to dream?"

Our lives changed that day, and we all prayed. Some of us survived, but many others died.

I lost the bet, I'm in their debt. If only they had lived, so much to them I could give.

As the smoke rose, many covered their nose. I simply stared, asking myself, "Does no one even care?"

I was the only left, after that last bet. It went on for years; the pain, agony, and tears. I survived only, by facing my fears.

((Amber H. -This poem is portraying someone who has gone through being in the concentration camps during the Holocaust during WWII... The study we have been doing in English has inspired me.))

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All of those stories that you've told, Made me dream of things unknown. I've wondered silently without a clue, Now I know everything about you.

You are the one who makes me feel Like everything around me is unreal. As I wonder upon this path, Help me forget all of my past.

Make these shackles disappear, For that alone is all I fear. It seems that now I'm all alone, But God is with me, that I know.

{Monica B.}


 * __Dancing Llama__**

Come one, come all, Please take a seat! Watch my llama Dance a beat!

Laughing crowds clap cheerfully, Applauding my dancing llama's feet. Watch them scatter, whatch them go! Is that a quarter being thrown?

Eating popcorn, someone sneezed, "Bless you," said a man in green. Find out who is shouting boos, Let my llama eat his shoes!

I heard someone shout, "You stink!" Send this man a real nice shrink! This llama is special, I hope you know, Find another who can put on a show!

{Monica B. - Yes I'm bored... and it's very late}

__**Listen**__

Listen to the song of lament, about all the time spent. How time has been lost, every wasted moment was a cost.

Listen to the lion's roar, as they crave for so much more. Great and mighty beasts are they, that they can face the light of day.

Listen to the baby birds sing, as they flutter their little wings. Hopefully they are not in pain, so their song is not in vain.

Listen to the thoughts of the wise, they will help to save your life. Pay attention to their words, for you can tell them to the world.

Listen to the tales of old, knowing every story told. Know the words and the books, so that you may never have to look.

(Amber H.)

Find a penny, find a nickel, Find a big jar of pickles. Find a trend, find a wife, Find someone to love for life.

Find an orange, find an apple, Find a big ol' jar of Snapple. Find some lemon lime soda, Find an action figure of Yoda.

Find a jar, find a tootoo, Find a car clean of doodoo! Find a house, find a kite, Find a mouse who likes pie!

Find a thought, find some lice, Find God and find Christ. Find a log, find a friend, Find a friend to love 'til the end.

{Monica B. Don't ask... Seriously... NEVER ask questions!!!}

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I have loved, and I have lost. The price of my once full heart, was a terribly deadly cost.

I have never had such a hard time, than the many friends that have gone at once. In my feeble mind, I feel as if I am a dunce.

So take my advice, and don't lose a friend, because they're all you have, in the end.

All the times I've cried, and every time I've lied, I've tried to keep a friend, but I still lost them in the end.

In the end of all my dreams, I'm the only one left it seems. I cannot take this pain much longer, and life is seeming to become a bother.

Should I stay? Should I go? What should say? Should I even know?

Know of this pain, that causes all to die. Know of the vainity, of your lie.

I feel nothing now, for everything has gone. I see nothing now, for everything is done.

(Amber H. -Well... I guess the words explain themselves...)

I'm a little teacup, short and stout, Here is my handle, touch it and shout. I'm a hot little teacup, I am, And if you don't believe me, go eat your ham!!!!!!!!!

{Monica B.}

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Time to go, my time is almost up. How far will I go, until I run out of luck?

Many a time, I have run. Many a rhyme, though none as fun.

These words make no sense, oh well, who cares? Go jump the fence, and we'll see who falls from the air.

Sometimes you see me, other times you don't. Sometimes you hear me, other times it's just murder she wrote.

You think to destroy me, though you cannot find me. You seek to conform me, Ha! I wish you luck you imbacile!

You cannot change me. I am who I am. Deal with it people! I am who I am!

(Amber H. -Ha! I wrote something from the heart!)


 * __Masquerade End__**

Each line was crossed, each moment was lost. Time consumed all, until the last ball.

A masquerade of end, where all of time and space begins to bend. We stay in our places, looking at all the scared faces.

We laugh and grin, they are surprised by the end. We celebrate with thoughts, 'Oh what a wonderful lot!'

(Amber H. -o.O ... Urm.. .I think I may have a few issues...))


 * __Repetition__**

Time runs out, There’s no one about. We live to die, And we live a lie.

A lie that’s told, To those young and old. The story we hear, Is one that we should fear.

A fear like none other, Though we fear one another. We fear it in our soul, Until we’re surrounded by the cold.

A cold, not a chill, My darling if you will. Nothing is as it seems, So for now, let’s just live this dream.

A dream that has left, Fallen from the cliff. I do believe our time has come, To face the day, to face the sun.

The sun, shining bright, The shining, golden light. Though we are unable to see her, We feel her anger.

An anger rising like the golden disk, Perfect red scars upon her wrists. Mother Nature, living now, Though we have no clue how.

How she lives, Though our lives depend upon her. Now we decide, How to control our lives.

Our lives of sin, No one can win. We live in a fake world, Almost as fake as faux pearls.

Pearls as white snow, We’ll never really know. The truth we seek, Is not what we call real.

Real is love, Real is death, Real is not truth, Real is our very breath.

The breath we breathe, With the thread of our being. Only our breath shows our life, Without the breathing, death.

Death peaceful, Death painful. Peacefully screaming, And gently bleeding.

(Amber H. -I would love to post the rest of this poem, but it says a few words that are inappropriate that have to do with where sinners go and what type of person they are called (It starts with a 'D') if they go to that place, and I do not know if it would be alright to put that up here... But if anyone wants to see the rest, just let me know... ^_^)


 * __Jamie__**

He is the uncle of a real cool gal, And they talk together about stuff as pals. He sits in his room and posts mesages on message boards, While his awesome niece sits on his bed, ignored.

She sat there, poking him until he shouts, "You'd better STOPE it right now!" So as he glared at her very seriously, She stares him down with great vitality.

As he sits and types and fights with some college book, His niece gives him the "Caesar" look. He laughs and chuckles at the inside joke, As his niece sits looking, and then a poke.

So, he ignores it and plays his Helicopter Game, And his niece sits watching, wishing to do the same. This is a poem of an awesome uncle I know well, His name being Jamie Lee Braswell.

{Monica B. :) :) :) }


 * __Jeffrey__**

He always sits in his bedroom, Playing video games at an age older than twenty-two. He has almost every American video game console, At least the ones I know.

He lets his niece play a couple of times, Or when he's asking Robby for Canadian dimes. When he isn't playing video games, He is taking a shower (Thank goodness he has good hygiene!)

His mother always cooks his food, And to her he is sometimes crude. She often calls him an overreactive gorilla, But Jamie and I just call him Jeff-zilla.

So when you see an alright looking guy, With a crater on his nose and his head up in the sky, You should know he knows me well, For his name is Jeffrey Braswell.

{Monica B. :) :) :) }


 * __Erica__**

She works at Auto Zone, Dealing with customers who's cars seem to moan. Her head seems a decent size, But you know nothing about the inside.

She can often get a little cranky, And she has been acused of being almost lanky. Sometimes her scent is rather odd, But only when she's been with her boyfriend, who's not so mod.

She is very weird because she doesn't like tomatoes, But what she hates even more is when her sister sings about potatoes. She used to stay up late at night, talking on her phone, Because she was always in her bedroom, all alone.

She has a white car, and she often yells inside it. I am surprised she hasn't started a riot. So when you see her at Auto Zone, doing quite well, Know she is my sister, Erica Braswell.

{Monica B. :) :) :) }


 * __Gary__**

He likes to poke his daughter's arm, But she just pokes him back, real hard. He doesn't like when she pokes his belly, But she just laughs when he says, "Woah, Nelly!"

He hates when his middle name is announced, But his daughter often says it aloud. His favorite show on TV is South Park, And he yells at his dogs as they bark.

His job is at the Home Depot, Making cabinets for some folks. He likes his job, he has the magic touch, And he loves his family very much.

Make a trip to Home Depot one day, The one in Huntsville, find a way. You might see him working there, 'cause that's his game. He's in the cabinet section, Gary Braswell's his name.

{Monica B. :) :) :) }


 * __Reflection__**

I look in my mirror, and what do I see? I see all the pain in the girl staring back at me.

I am all white, and she is all black. The sins we've commited, she can never turn back.

The girl that stares, is evil beyond my nightmares. She has made me aware, that my life is unclear.

I scream as I wake from this dream. I yell as I can not sleep.

I go to the mirror, and look into her eyes. I just keep looking, and then I realize...

This game that I play, will last one more day. I will make my decision, and end this relfection.

As I break the mirror the pieces shatter. As I am now the victor, I let the pieces clatter.

Against the ground, my future lies. On a turntable, defused with flies.

((Amber H.))


 * __Jesus Freak__**

Take your popularity, Take your prosperity. Shove it in our faces, And claim you know our places.

Wonder aimlessly where we go next, Glare at us as you rub your finger across your neck. Call us witches, call us freaks, Just know that we are not what you think.

We aren't just some kids that seem weird, We aren't kids who were meant to be feared. We have minds and we have feelings, We have imaginations, and we are kneeling.

Not to them, and //not// to you, Only to God who helped me through. I am not evil, I am not bad, I am just misunderstood, is that so sad?

So hang our pictures on your wall, And throw some darts to try and hurt us all. But what you reap is what you sow, And God is watching as we grow.

I have heard a story of a teacher Who told his students to draw a picture. It was to be someone they disliked, And they all hung them up on a targetted bulls-eye.

They each threw darts at the pictures they knew, Until it was over and the teacher looked at the few That were left hanging loosely, And so he knew that he was ready.

He took all of the pictures off, All but the last, and the students were shocked. There hang a picture of Jesus Christ, With rips in his cheeks and holes in his eyes.

{Monica B. ♥♥♥}


 * Chaos**

Wrap me up in bandages -- Wrap me up in pain -- Throw me into the water -- Into the pouring rain.

Love me like you know you should -- Don't hate me like you do -- For in the end of everything -- You know that I am just like you.

Heck with these prejudices -- These labels that you love -- For even just a little hate -- Sends curses from above.

[Monica D.]


 * __Take It Away__**

Take away your publicity, take away your fashion. Take away your celebrities, take away your diets. Take away your name brands, take away your accessories. Take away your fake friends, take away your stores. Take away your mask, take away your 'friendly' attitude. Take it away. What is left? You.

You. That is all. The real you is what now shows, someone who is too spiteful and judges by clothes. You call us weird, you call us different, but behind our masks, we are all the same.

Take away your boyfriend, take away your pain. Take away your loveless, heartless gain. Take it away. What is left? You.

You. That is all. Your mask has been cast away, your heart is black and cold. The smile you once gave, is now all but gone. Take away all you are and what you're left with is what you have.

(Amber H.)

__**UNTITLED**__

Deep within the chasm that is our soul, We live what we think is real. We may need more, But in this moment we don’t really care.

We need help in this world, But no one is willing to try. Let’s forget about something more, And just lie down and die.

Go home and forget about them, They did nothing for you. They no longer live in this realm, And it’s all because of you.

Nothing seems the same anymore, Time has come and gone. Nothing is everything when you’re poor, But it’s all the same when you’re alone.

A soulless abyss is all you are now, Fear consumed you and now you’re dead. Your lost recedes within us all, It lies in our heart like a pound of lead.

Life is fragile and breakable, Whereas death is plain. Love is hurtful and unpredictable, And when it’s over, we’re left with all the pain.

Time has passed us by, But we seemed not to notice. We live a terrible lie, Hidden beneath the ice.

Now we’re all empty, Soulless bodies of flesh. Everything’s so tempting, But it’s all gone in a flash.

Living off of others’ pain, What is there for us? What is there to gain, When other people have trust.

Now everything fades, As we disappear. This is the day, The last day of the year.

((Amber H. -It took me four days to write this poem...))

I find it kind of funny That your smile turns into a frown That your walls bend and they break Until you tumble down

Your pedistal is falling Like blocks layered with clay Your madness simply calling What else have you to say?

[Monica D]

__**Tenfold**__

We live in smiles, we live in lies. We break the tiles, we cut the ties.

We see the blankets, the covered tarps. We hear the trumpets, the metal harps.

We taste the blood, the living fluid. We feel the flood, the flowing liquid.

We see it coming, tenfold. We hear it nearing, tenfold. We taste it killing, tenfold. We feel it rolling, tenfold.

(Amber H. -Urm... Just.. Don't... Ask...))


 * __Veggies__**

Yuck! Veggies! They're green and brown and orange and white. So nasty! Why do we eat such vile things!?

Yum! Veggies! They taste so refreshing once washed to perfection. So good! Why not eat these delicious foods!?

Yuck! Veggies! A nasty smell when cooked too long. So nasty! Why eat these disgusting things!?

Yum! Veggies! When dipped in ranch dressing, broccoli is good. So good! Why do we not eat the heads, ears, eyes, and roots?

((Amber H. - Lol... I got bored...))

__**The Time When She Was Young**__

Grandmama once told me, that she was once young. She was smart as could be, with a sailor's tongue.

She said she was kind, though she was, at times, rude. Even though she was blind, she saw through to the truth.

Grandmama was always good, around her parents, you see. Though when they left, she would turn on her evil mood and leave.

She said she went out, to friend's house that night. When, without a doubt, Grandmama got into a fight.

All decked in black, leather and chains. Grandmama didn't look back, but instead took the pain.

Grandmama told me, she was glad she was blind. For if she could see, what she would find...

After the fight, there was no more sound. Something wasn't right, there was a body on the ground.

Grandmama called out, the name of her friend. When no answer came about, she knew it was the end.

She bent down beside, the body of the girl. She started to cry, as she heard one word.

Grandmama told me, this story one day. I had come to see, my Grandmama Kay.

She told me the word, before she passed. Grandmama swore, she was home at last.

Grandmama whsipered that same word, the moment she had died. The very same word, "Lied".

Now that I'm older, I now know. That I may have been a bother, on that long road.

Grandmama never told me, the meaning of that word. One day I decided to see, so I searched all the world.

Now I know that I've died, I've been here to long. I whisper the word "Lied", to end my last song.

((Amber H. -The word "Lied" means "Song" in Latin, just to clarify it.))

I've been buried in the sand While looking out for somewhere to land Tranquilized all my fears Throughout all these wonderful years

And as it may seem I see only you in my dreams Even though the wanderers follow suit My mouth remains mute

In a web of satin Your mouth speaks latin Twisted and mangled Your lies become tangled

Fear me not for I am wrong Fear me now for I am strong These tears flow done not for you But for all the things that you do

[Monica D.]


 * __Sins Vs. Virtues__**

A vainful thing, this one is. To override one's soul, with unlimited Pride.

To counteract, this sinful treat, is to practice, the art of Humility.

Hatred beyong compare, entering your nightmares. Coming at you rather fast, a sin of deadly Wrath.

To have the time, to stop this sin, only Patience, will have the win.

Jealousy, if you please? Envy will take care of it, with ease.

Though to think, Kindness will be your end, if you are, that one sin.

To fulfill something, unmentionable... The sin of Lust, it is able.

But to be pure, of these temptations, Chastity is the cure, casting out these actions.

Money and riches galore, though this sin needs no more. To it, its wants are its needs, to bad for poor Greed.

Giving, not taking, Charity, is in the making.

Over doing it? It's not just for over-eaters, this sin is just fit... Gluttony over bears.

To oppose this wrong, one good will arise. From one of Temperance, a plan will devise.

Lazy much? Then this is you... A simple Sloth, through and through.

Hard worker? C'mon, take a chance! No? Fine, then you're Diligence.

((Amber H. -Well... Hmm... I think it explains itself... The Seven Deadly Sins and their opposing Seven Virtues... ^^))

Frustration

You are so blind, you simply cannot see, all of the pain you cause me. You are so oblivious, my tears are streaming, ignorance might be bliss, but your bliss leaves me screaming. Your words are scarce, so is my breathing, you are so frustrating, my anger is seething. You shred my heart, and when I gather the pieces in my hands, you blow them away, I just can't understand. You locked me in a dungeon, and as I reach for the light, all of my sadness is out of your sight. (Caitlin M.)