I'm here... (Slam Poem)

Once I asked my mom what the stars were
She told me that they were the forgotten
Heroes, sent to protect me
Heroes, there with me in my time of need
Later I learned that they were just balls of light
Still I held onto my Heroes, My stars
Each night I would look out into the night and
Stare at them, glittering so far away
And when my earth will shatter, they will
Be there as I fly upward, out of reach
Of everyone breaking me, in my world
My stars, My heroes will Always be there
Then one night, one tragic night they weren't
I was alone in the darkness, no stars, no comfort
Looking up once more, tears streaming down my face
There they were, appearing one by one
Shh, they said holding me in their rays of light shh
I'm here...

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Top 10 ways I'd like to die

1. After a long awaited dream
2. Struck by lightning
3. With family around me
4. Stopping the bad guy
5. Playing mafia
6. Holding hands with the person I love
7. After surviving in the wilderness 
8. Laughing
9.  After finishing my favorite book 
10. Being important enough to be murdered 

10 things I have forgotten

1. do to my math homework
2. to be kind
3. my favorite things
4. movie references
5. to practice piano  
6. to have a good attitude 
7. to exercise
8. my ideas
9. to go outside  
10. That I like something, and now have forgotten it  

Light house (concrete)

Light

Totally and 

Absolutely covered 

With love and hate 

Brick by brick, It was 

Put together with heartache and soul

 Standing tall against the raging current and furious waves

How do you stand so tall, why don't you fall?

Years after years of being pushed and pulled

Don't you feel the sting of the salt in your light

The stars, moon, and sky                           they 

Glitter smiling down at                              you  

Pale, peach, hot pinks,                              dark 

And Light purples, baby                              blues     

Oranges and greys, so many colours around you

It is a hidden beauty, one that only someone who is 

Looking can find, the only people ever to find such a
thing Is right there in your heart, right there
watching for you So many places you've been,
so many happy stories You've seen weddings

and funerals, you know each emotion

Awe, wonder, happiness, sadness, boredom,
 from everyone You meet and discover on

 your high bench to see the world I wish could
know the story of your life, the one that is going

Round and round your head, you smile
at me, you love fame Why don't you

 ever look for me anymore? What has changed?

 

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Kalypso (Villanelle)

Who I am will go down in history

Remember me, never forget

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

The dark of night, the owl hoots 

I look into his eyes

Who I am will go down in history

I never intended to go so far

I don't ever wish to be forgotten

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

The lie resounds in the echoing dark

He has already forgotten me but

Who I am will go down in history

He is onto the next pretty face

Leaving me curled in pain, I dream that

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

This is that curse I suffer, I can never get to close

If I do, they always leave me behind, but

Who I am will go down in history

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

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Egypt (Pantoum)

Sands dance on the winds
Deep and light purples
Rocks breaking in your hand
A mystic energy, surrounds you

Deep and light purples
Bronze and gold, shining
A mystic energy, surrounds you
Glistening in the bright lights

Bronze and gold, shinning
Sands dance on the winds
Glistening in the bright lights
Rocks breaking in your hands

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Saved (Triolet)

She saved me, but no one cares
Who or what, she is blamed
To take me from all my scares
She saved me, but no one cares

In that world of social heirs
Waiting to be forever claimed
She saved me, but no one cares
Who or what, she is blamed

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The flower (Three Haiku, Two Tanka)

Dark clouds growl at you

Hurtling you through the sky

Different greys swirl

One flower, tall

Standing proudly and straight

Unwilling to bend

Flit and fly, come close

That flower whispers to me

Beating hard, I land

Cautiously I sway

Gently, gently I whisper

Why did you call me

Why wish to talk to me now

What can I do for beauty

The grass surrounds her  

Protecting her, like a brother

Wishing and waiting

Hopes that she won't ever fall

She will forever stand tall

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Secret (sonet)

The heart of the wood, has a secret to tell
Mysteries upon mysteries, churning in my head
In this meadow, it has cast on me a beautiful spell
Why for me, what I have done other than gone to tread
The moon above, wind and fire comes near
Hurricane, monsoon, and tornado, danger comes
Only the wise shall know the fear in that tear
Finally, after many years, the hidden is out of the slums
Not only, after that, but the sun also shines once again
Happiness comes back, after so many years gone
So many people are finding that love is their bane
While with others, it the hope, their black swan
Heart of wood, what do you want to tell me
Day, after the day you do not tell, me what should I foresee?


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Love (echo verse)

The mount standing proud and tall

All

Snow covered trees surround 

Round

Of the twinkling sky

I

You smile at me as you shake

Ache

How oft you cry and thunder

Under

Wishing for more, yet never 

Ever

Get more than the hope

Ope 

Of wonders forever lost in love

Love.

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Ode to Niagara Falls

Calm as the waves you form

Looking left or right beauty surrounds me

Slick and icy, your rocks gleam

You ruffle your leaves, as the wind passes by

The moon shining in you proudly

Your colours bright and glittering

Calling to me 

You hug me, with your chilled drops

I ride underneath your falls

and marvel at the chambers hidden

I laugh, you laugh joy filling the air

Laying back, wishing to stay like this forever

Dividing two nations, just like me

You comfort me, as a mother would


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Paragraph poem

I was born in Redwood, California. At age 5 I moved to American Fork, Utah. My parents moved us to Utah because my dad found a better job opportunity. Many of my mom's side of the family, soon came to Utah as well. My house became the house to go to for family reunions, or when someone in the family needed a place to stay. I was always surrounded by my aunt, uncles, and cousins. As I have no siblings, the amount I saw my cousins made up for that.

6,9,14, 15, 22,10,15

I was born in a tree wrapped, a hill covered, California. After almost never seeing my dad, at age five my dad dragged me and my mom to Utah. In only one year, the family came from all over to come to see our new home. Soon my new orderly home became chaotic. We had become the go-to place for everything, we became the "boarding house". Being surrounded by aunts and uncles I felt like I couldn't breathe, watching every hour. With no siblings to play, tease and trap I grew to think of my cousins were my siblings. Like all siblings we were mean to each other, still, are. It is never easy to be suffocated by family, but I can survive.


I was born in a tree wrapped,
hill covered, California.
After almost never
seeing my dad, at age
five my dad
dragged me and my
mom to Utah.
In only one year, family
came from all over to come
to see our new home.
Soon my new orderly
 home became chaotic.
We had become the go
to place for everything,
we became the "boarding house".
Being surrounded by aunts
and uncles I felt like
 I couldn't breathe, watching
every hour.
With no siblings to play,
tease and trap I grew to
think of my cousins were
 my siblings.
Like all siblings we
were mean to each
other, still are.
It is never easy
to be suffocated
by family,
but I can survive.

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The Test

The wall scorches your hand
As you struggle to your feet
The ground, soft and sticky

Gasping, you breath in the sweat filled air

A clicking sound reaches your ears

Hands reach in, as the large wooden door open

Dragging you out into a windswept desert

Looking around, you see

Mountain after mount

Cactus after cacti, you breath

out a harsh sigh, building courage for

A reprimand

He steps forward, incling his head

Sands dance along the winds

A sneer slowly climbs onto your face

Coming from the dark

You laugh hysterically, you hope

For the near end, you can't wait

Without even pausing he lets

You walk confidently to the end



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Raised by Taiwan

I was raised by
Loud laughing
Spice smelling
Sky so pretty you just want
to stay and keep admiring
"Let's smile, cause I don't understand"
Type of Country

Rushing to place to place
Cramped bus riding
Not enough time to see and
look at everything
"Come one we're gonna be late"
Kind of Country

Vendor to vendor
Black sky, bright lanterns
Price arguing
Money Saving
Proud crowds
Moving
"Hurry we, have to buy that"
Sorta Country

Some manner keeping
Have your head bowing
Said the wrong thing
has to quickly sort it out
"Apologize now"
Type of Taiwan

House cleaning
Garbage picking
Keep it clean
I'm trying and I'm working
Mother watching
"You can do better than that"
Kind of Taiwan

Honey voicing
Sweet talking
"Yes buy this item
it is so much better than
the others"
Sorta Taiwan

Tallest building
Beautiful singing
Book reading
"See you in math class"
Hard studying
Don't bother me, I'm working
Type of Home

I was raised by Taiwan



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Creepy Story in 2nd Perspective

I got bored the other day so I decided to write something creepy. I don't know how I got the idea, but I'm proud of it so enjoy.

She looked so peaceful, in death. You didn't mean to, but she just wouldn't stop crying. Already you crave for another, it has only been an hour since you killed her, but already you crave. You crave for their screams, their whimpering and begging you to stop. You crave the fear that enters their eyes as they realize that they have been tricked. Lately, though you crave for something more, you crave for their love, you want them to beg for you and not to stop. You want a doll to play with, you want someone to care for you. You stalk the streets hoping to find such a doll. There, you gasp, there is a perfect doll, she enters your mind. She will not leave you alone, she begins to plague you. You yearn for her, finally, you can't take it anymore. While she works, you pretend to be a customer at her cafe, then you follow her to her car. That is when you take her, she screams and kicks, but you can't let her go. You've come so far, you want, no you need to have her. You take her home, but she cries and screams, she won't be quiet. You didn't mean to, but she just wouldn't stop. 

Anyway uh.... so that was fun. :)


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Amazon Dream

Pain erupted from my head. It was as though a had parasite its found into my head and was crawling around-making me cringe every time one of its tiny little legs moved. My hand tightened on the plane armrests as if that would help lessen the agonizing pain coming from my temples. A tremor ran through the plane, jolting me; my headache worse.

“Hey, look out the window, it’s beautiful,” said Samara my best friend, nudging me. I tried looking out, but my migraine wouldn't let me move from my position.

“Why did you do this to me? You know that I get migraines when I fly, especially when there is turbulence.” I said glaring at her. She shrugged,

“ Well, I didn’t force you to come.”

“Right, because the puppy face is totally not forcing me,” I said sarcastically.  She shrugged again. Right then the intercom came on,

“The seat belt sign is back on, so please go head back to your seats and buckle your seat belts. There’s some turbulence up ahead.” Hearing this I glared at Samara again, stronger, and angrier this time.

“If I die, you’re explaining to my parents.”

“Well if you die, it will be so much quieter.”

“If I die, I’ll haunt you until you die! Oh, and, by the way when are we gonna get to our spot?” I asked wondering how long it would be until I could get off this wretched machine. My headache was gone just as quickly as it came. The intercom crackled on,

“We will be at our destination in about 5 min. Welcome to the Amazon.” I grinned at Samara’s horrified face,

“Well”, I chuckled, “sorry I didn’t tell you about this part.” If glares could kill, I’d be 6 feet under already.

“You told me that it was just flying over the Amazon to see the scenery.”

“No I told you that we would fly over the Amazon, but you didn’t listen when I told you that we would camp there too.” We began to descend,

“I hate you”, she muttered under her breath, “so that’s why you had me bring so much stuff” I laughed again, teasing Samara was just too much fun.

“ If it makes you feel better, I hated the flight here,” I said just as the plane arrived to a stop in a clearing. She snorted,

“And how is that supposed to make me feel better?” I shrugged and didn’t answer like she had done.

“Come on, we have to get our stuff and find the group we were assigned to,” I said unbuckling my seat belt, racing to get our stuff. By the time Samara finally got the nerve to join me away from the “safety” of the plane, Mr. Carson had already started to assign groups,

“Samara Kane, Alice Wolfe, Tessa Marley, Oliver Martin, Craig Berry, Rajan Fox,” Mr. Carson said.

“Ugh! We’re in the same group as Tessa and Craig” I said unhappily. “Come one, let’s go get our stuff,” I said waving to Oliver to come to help us with our supplies, as Tessa and Craig went somewhat deep into the forest.  By the time Samara, Oliver, Rajan and I finally got our tents up and our supplies organized, Tessa and Craig had still not returned.   


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Colour

The colour of sleep
The smell of peace
Soothing and calm
Lightness blending
with the others
A sticky little face
Cool to the touch
It is the colour of the deep
It is the colour of Royalty. 



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Dreams Mean Work.....

Dreams mean work
Your brain twisting and turning
Making another reality for you
Colors or black and white
Nightmares or Daydreams
Each creative and twisted
Each loving and thought about
No one knows how much
No one knowing the price
Sacrifice, waking as though
You never even slept
Panting, or gasping
Waking slowly or abruptly
To screams or sighs
Dreams take work
Don't they?

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Swim Goggles

The day I got my swim goggles
I couldn't wait
To get into the water
My swim goggles pink and purple
Black, blue, and shiny new
Feeling as though I could do anything
They were magical, and
Parapsychological
When I got into the water, I
splashed, played and soaked in the pool
As I dived down,
My vision showed me a new world
But when it came time to swim
Water seeped in from every access
Clouding me, blurring my surroundings
I sank deeper and deeper
Light slowly fading away
Hands pulling at me
Tugging me out,
Gasping I
Breathe
My goggles
They didn't protect me
Pink, purple, black and blue
Why didn't you?

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Pastiche poems

Trouble in Paradise 

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Carrie Underwood songs

He's the devil in disguise

Tells you lies of vanity

And last night I told a little lie

Turns out I'm too hard to hit so he put away his bow

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl

She's the center of his whole world

Turns out he'd been lying to both of them for oh so long

She called it sweet revenge

This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going

The more boys I meet the more I love my dog

Dreams

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from two of Bella Akhmadulina poems  

It is long ago in sunlit hours
After the evil, they have done
They kiss my cheeks, they marvel
Loom in forwarding hours
Passion can be violent

O my Pompeii in your cindery grave
Visiting them in their sleep
Against the wall, eternity
What future did you assume
At your dead feet

Moonlit Stroll

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Li Po poems

Down the blue mountain in the evening
From a pot of wine among the flowers
Your grasses up north are as blue as jade
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital

A wind, bringing willow cotton, sweetens the shop
Oh, but it is high and very dangerous
The sun had set, and a mist is in the flowers
The way is broad like the blue sky
This night to the west of the river-brim

Muchness

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Alice in Wonderland

You know you say a thing is "much of muchness"
I breath when I sleep and sleep when I breath
Oh, my dear paws! oh my fur and whiskers
Off with her head! Off...
Would the fall never come to an end

She stretched herself out on tiptoe
A red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long
The hedgehog had unrolled itself
The others looked around and bowed low
I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears

Loving ideas 

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Mormon Times 

I have no need of thee
Memories flooded back
There were soft giggles coming from every direction
And those feelings turn into actions
It was a great idea
NEVER underestimate the visual powers

These are universal themes, truth is the truth
Maybe God hates the Chinese
The exact details of her were not discovered
And starts leaving her a daisy every day
This book fits such an ideal
Those silo walls can seem impermeable

Annoyance 

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from The Splendor Falls 

My shrink would call this a projection
Imagine what he would say if he knew about the hallucination
Being a Davis made me famous here
Did the son die in battle?
That was both frustrating and unnerving
I must have winced

The smell wasn't right somehow
It smelled like old paper and furniture polish
I chided my heart at it's erratic reaction
All the same, I softened my refusal
The power suggestion was not my friend
All I wanted was a bath, a bed, and a book



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Rapunzel?

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. Is this real picture or is it photo-shopped?  I hate fake things, especially if it's someone who pretends to be your friend. Don't you just dislike those people even if they aren't real, like if you read about a character in a book about that type of person? I always hate those people first. I don't really know why maybe because a lot of my cuzzies are like that. It's kind of sad that so many of them are like that, it's want to gain "power" at school or something, I don't know they're all so weird. I like this picture because it shows that she is taking her future in her own hands or scissors. Her expression though cracks me up every time, it is so, whats the word intense. I think that the act that I know it is so fake makes me want to laugh. She is trying WAY too hard, don't you agree? I still love the story of Rapunzel, but every time I see this picture I always wonder, Why is she trying like that, does she not know that she will be rescued? But the world tells us that we don't need anyone to save us, I don't believe that is true, because I mean if I  didn't allow myself some help I'd still be stuck in a math room. Anyways What do you think she is thinking? :)

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What happened?

What happened in this photo? I usually ask myself if  I can't think of anything else to write, or in other words writers block. What is she thinking, how did she get there, why is she there? I'd like to think that maybe she was some kind of rebel leader, or she was a fighter so she went to join the army and got caught. Instead of it being a Mulan, it could be Keena or Reva or Astrid, like a Mulan but Celtic-ized.  I love the way she has the clear eyes, as if she hasn't been broken, the fact that her hair is messy and the fact she is still trying to get out. It's as if she is saying "no matter what you do I will never ever betray my people" or "I did what I did because it was right". Her face is so neutral, but her eyes tell me a different story, they tell me defiance, loyalty and betrayal. If you look closely you can see that her arms have muscle like she is strong, the way she is clenching her jaw suggests annoyance. I wonder what she is annoyed at, maybe her guards are bickering and she is thinking that it would be so easy to escape, but she won't cause she is truthful and she won't hide form fate.

 Now I wonder what happened here. She is probably trying to escape from life. What if the girl above is her ancestress who was the most famous warrior of her time. Maybe she is the exact image of her and her personality is the same as well. Maybe she is gaining comfort from her ancestress. Her face looks so sad, maybe her parents are getting divorced and she needs help, so she turns to her ancestress. Who knows, but it is still fun to do. What do you think connects them both? :)


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