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Stefani Nicole Jeppesen
depression, grief, high school, loss, pain,
A light turned dark and gloom
Needing help but was invisible
Buried in the shadows
Dark thoughts consuming
A mission brought upon them
Soon to be completed
Warning signs not to be seen
Being warned but not knowing
Unsuspecting they fell
Into the traps of the dark
Bringing panic upon them
Tried to flee but failing
Terrified but united they stand together
They helped and supported one another
United till the end, but not to forget
Love the broken ones
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
death, life, love, high school,
As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow
In Darkness, unforeseen
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow
I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow
Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest
“ Balassi Stanza “
Author’s Note : Dr. Ram has Taught me more English
Than my Jr. & Sr. High School Teachers : Combined
america, death, heaven, high school, mother,
Where is heaven, what have we done
Why are we abandoned in hell
When can we stop using a gun
Whose children next do we farewell
What demon has set this mad spell
Littleton Columbine high school
Virginia tech was so cruel
Redlake senior high was another
How can heaven be I’m no fool
Please stop the tears of a mother
abuse, grief, hero, high school, how i feel, murder, soldier,
Sun and sand and beach
Life has some lessons for me
Be all you can be!
May healing come to you soon
And children be safe!
For all you have done
And wherever you may be
May you rest in peace!
abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,
Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.
abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,
Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook
In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.
Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.
My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.
North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.
age, autumn, death, farewell, fire, high school, loss, nature, october, seasons, teen, weather, wind,
As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores and they understand. They commune
their relationship and part with their memories; and sigh.
They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the
air and a rustling of rakes and flames.
Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.
cry, death, deep, depression, goodbye, high school, suicide,
She knew it was tonight
She began to write
There was no way
She could escape the days
Her life began to unfold
No stories left to be told
There was no way for it to mend
This was the end
She looked at the starry sky
This is how she would say goodbye
She popped the pills one by one
This was her idea of fun
She was done
Before it had all begun
She had no time left to spend
This was the end
M Braimah Saaka
bereavement, best friend, death, eulogy, friendship, high school, memory,
There she stood
The sun setting
The maize crop
in green bloom
The gateman's bench
The sentry door
Esther at the gate
her dark shadow
the grey sand
at her feet
Her white skirt
The white gate
Her white smile
The white lamp
Her low flats on
the brown grass
Velvet black skin
Color of her hair
Oh! Oh! Esther!
death, high school, perspective, proposal,
kill, or people?
Which came first? --The chicken
or the egg? Why waste breath? Secure
death, family, lovelove, high school,
“Don’t touch me.” Mother whispers in my ear.
“Be quiet! Hush! She adds.
“You have performed irresponsibly again.”
“You are grounded until your high school commencement.”
Mothers’ words sting my heart.
Her presence surrounds me.
Her chilly breath has never been warm.
Her eyes stab my cheeks.
Where are soft kisses?
She squeezes and drains every once of blood from me.
She haunts me with cold cynical memories.
My mother, still so miserable.
Even in death her misery lives within me.
Please, let go mother.
Wait for me.
I promise, I will love you back.
education, faith, family, friendship, life, love, sympathy, time,
Write an epic of who you are
Tell me how you're feeling
Play it through this music phase
Just a phase
Just a hobby
Better you have to be better
It's all so superficial
What does it matter
When it's all gonna go away in the end
It's gonna graduate and
They'll give it to you
Like a diploma
You can hang it on your wall
Because there's always someone better.
Live it like your life
Think of nothing else
but then it goes away
and really you've accomplished nothing
but a couple of petty memories
and a useless outdated skill.
devotion, hope, inspirational, sympathy, car, high school,
Looking at the streets so empty and bare
just reminded me of the pain and despair
I see a young girl at the corner while she wait
For a car to pull up but thats not her date
Then she stepped into that car all nicely dressed
But will come back tomorrow even more depressed
She does it every friday and all the next day
As a high school drop out theres a price to pay
Selling herself is the only thing left to do
It just breaks my heart if only she knew
If she could look into my past and see what ive been thru
Then she'd be free at last and make her dreams come true
anti bullying, anxiety, death, growing up, high school, memory, youth,
I wish death would befall me
And struck me just as fast
As I have lost all my beauty
All my marvels, all the past
When tame was the world I lived in
And straight the road I walked
When no chances were not taken
And I knew then how to talk
But today darkness would come easy
If it'd just sweep me off the ground
And take me to places quite weary
Anywhere else but this town
For I am tired of being happy
I am tired of saying fine
I am counting the days I'll be set free
Then on my wrist three perfect lines
america, death of a friend, high school,
A poem~ For Alyssa
"Lost border collie...Jordan"
Dedicated to the beautiful children
lost in a Florida massacre!
We can't find Jordan anymore
He's lying under Alyssa's bed.
He does not know she is dead
A killer's bullet in her head.
The TV stations ..ratings mad,
Flash her picture.
Jordan's eyes grow sad
Her father is stark raving mad.
So, off to the cemetery they go
With balloons and flowers
And bleeding hearts... And...
Endless tears, sleepless nights
He cannot walk her down the aisle.
Nor will he see her children smile.
And those of us with progeny
Feel their pain with ultimate agony.
11th grade, bereavement, cancer, emotions, family, high school, remember,
“She was your cousin?”
They would all echo,
their half-faux-sympathy was pathetic,
and it made me feel even
What would they have done
had they been privy to such knowledge before?
Invited me to parties?
Would I have gotten girls to go out with me?
At least I got to hear about how
great she was.
The cousin I barely knew…
who, through her passing--
through her friends,
I came to know more.