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 Jun 2010 Alexa Sz
Bethany
Come Back
 Jun 2010 Alexa Sz
Bethany
Sometime after midnight
A chilling sound fills the house
The noise of people yelling
In the distance sirens sound
From the bedroom I peek out
What’s that laying on the floor
Slowly I move closer
A cold feeling fills the air
Much to my horror
I see my dad laying there
His skin was grayish white
His eyes rolled back in his head
My mother yelled to my father
Please don’t leave comeback

In what seemed a flash
The furniture went flying
The room was filled with people
And my mother stood there crying
They did the chest compressions
They breathed into his lungs
But still he did not respond
Or come back to the ones he loved
The paddles were charged
One... two... three... clear
Again and again they tried
But it appeared to no avail

They put him on the gurney
And wheeled him out the door
Loaded him into the ambulance
But something was wrong
The siren didn’t sound
The ambulance didn’t move
What the hell was going on
They never did that before
My mother crying said to us kids
Go quick put on some clothes
We’re all going to the hospital
Wait we’ve never gone before

We quickly got into the car
Rushed behind the ambulance
We pulled into the hospital
Watched them rush the gurney in
We waited for what seemed forever
In the hospital waiting room
At last the doctor came out
But by his look we knew
He looked into my mother’s eyes
Said we did everything we could
But there was no bringing him back
I ‘m so sorry to all of you

They took us back to see him
So we could say goodbye
I approached the bed cautiously
With tears falling from my eyes
There were tubes in his mouth
And wires coming off his chest
His skin was white and cold
His lips were blue and cracked
I didn’t want to let him go
But they said that we must leave
I felt a part of me died that night
As they dragged me from the room
I wish I would have said goodnight
And how much that I loved you.
Life is unpredictable.....Always tell the people in your life how much you love them...for tomorrow may be to late....My dad died when I was 12 and I still regret not telling him that night.
I am not particularly good with words

Sure I write them
Recite them
Treasure them

Display them for all to see
Hide them within lines of steno pads
Describe them with colorful phrases

Empathize with the power of each of them
Sympathize the relative terms as they form

Sentences dancing around the ideas of them

When they stand alone they mean something
Not all though just a few stand alone in meaning
Some terms of endearment others in disgruntled behavior

Sure I may be able to twist them
Play with them
Portray them

Written word upon yellow sheets lined with hidden truths
Seek within them
Find them
Use them

Take them as your own
Live them
Feel them

Show them the meaning
As you produce them into written form
Perhaps in poetry or in novels

Speak them
Deliver speeches with them
Never misuse misspell misguide them
Foolishly divide them

So mark my word, I know not how to use them
Just spill them
Paint with them

Love them as my own lexicon of expression
Most importantly be true to them
Tie a gold ribbon around them
Inspire them
Teach them

Most importantly let them be used properly
A proper use of them goes a long way
Translate them into powerful vocalizations
So I know not how to use them!
©Aiden L K Riverstone
Turning over and over
Making the sight of sun and moon
Open up my eyes
This spark cools down, starts again
Falling asleep, waking up, dreaming
Falling into the ocean…

Long time jealousy I hear in this Earth
Crawling through the space between
What has always been there and what has
Always not…
I never could have imagined how
Painful and beautiful it’s all been
Heaven is close to a place like this.

Rolling over my time with my tongue
Such a bittersweet symphony that plays
Part by part, pacing and rushing itself just for me
Life, or something like it
Never sounds like it should
But, simply is what it sounds.

Angels part ways
Begging for their destiny to be taken
We are where angels lose their way
Brothers and sisters, I’m right here with you
As the darkness
And the light is slowly erased

It’s all just the price we pay
To be human.
They promised I would see the world
That I would be going places
To train me with all new skills
That the life of a soldier was for me

So I learnt to fight in Hell
Went to places I wanted to forget
I was shown *******
But you bond with best friends

Your best friend fights by your side
Helps you to get through another day
Is always there to share in a smile
You never want your best friend to go

But my best friend died today
Took a bullet that was meant for me
I cried for my best friend today
We were a long way from home

Will I ever see home again?
Be in the arms of the one I love?
Or am I destinied to die here?
Another soldier, so far from home

But if I was to bite the bullet this day
I know I did it, defending my country
Making sure the terror I see, never goes home
I am a soldier and please remember my name

Remember me, how I stood proud against the enemy
Remember me, last moment may be my last
Remember me, because this is what I must do
Remember us, we are all the brave hearts
Remember our heroes
copyright Chris Smith 2010
 May 2010 Alexa Sz
Chrissy
Poor little Ben sits alone
With shivering bones and ribs of stone
His lungs have caved in and he can hardly breathe
Poor little Ben is in desperate need
No one is there as he gasps for air
No one is there as he lives this nightmare
Poor little Ben was never understood
He drowned in his blood instead of swimming like he should
His soul is tortured while his body is dead
Poor little Ben
He's just a skeleton with a heart that's been shed
I have found a magnificent sea monster in the Ocean of my mind

It is tall, red, blue and gold, beautiful to free searching eyes

With scales that flash from pattern to random distortion

His once tall sharp teeth have been dulled and broken

From gnawing on my heart

Below the surface he is dark and murky

with out describable shape and with indefinite size

I give him a name, that is always different, but to everyone the same


He has swallowed up the rotting, black banner ships

Bitter things that foul in his gut

These things cause him fester from the inside

And dilate to mountainous proportions

It is this terrible Poseidon that I fear

He calls out- "Oh, my swollen, aching belly. What are these now but tears?"

Who knew that such a beast could cry

Even more so, cry in such cognate rhythm with me

And so I begin my chase, I figure something so majestic

can be both at once liberated and on display

I follow him close behind through the gales and waves of the tempest

Oh how we both loath the days that I loose the wind

He also loves to play this game

**! He has led me to the edge of the infinite blue

The border of my mind

He leaps over, delivering a jubilant wail

That resonates within the falling water

He crashes ******* paper

Dying and bleeding he twists and writhes in panic

He tears through the pages, ripping holes, he leaves behind a carnage of red confetti

At the bottom of the page, his eyes close as he lies in final signature

Upon a rock on the edge, enthralled, I watch the monster's theater

Water gushing past me, waves spraying me with rapture

Then I cry out- "My friend, why did I drive you this far? You were one of

the great beauties of my Ocean. It has lost its vibrancy and energy

For you were in and of each other, composed as one"

As I breathe and find satisfaction, I steer my ship to where I began

Gazing over the liquid crystal dunes

Hoping for equal fluorescent color to match

So I notice a sea monster egg, ready to breach

Floating along the waves of the Ocean of my mind
 May 2010 Alexa Sz
Dani A
We litter the earth with our beer cans, our cigarettes, our roaches...
We leave our bad habits behind after we are long gone for the future generations to find.
Our intoxicated actions just as bad as debris in our oceans,
Our inebriated words just as harmful as the air pollution around us.

The only mark we leave behind the only memory of us...
Is the one trying to impress the rest of the population that remains faceless.
with our stupidity and self-harm and belligerence.
Our useless ability of the consumption of false courage, wisdom, and strength.

We know not to take a step away and look upon ourselves and realize and see
that the supposed 'advanced species' is reduced back to the primitveness and truculence we thought was long lost.
We know not to take a step back and see we abuse the loved ones surrounding us
Through lying, neglect, and verbal and physical attacks
We forget the things that matter to us most; ambitions, hopes and dreams.
Our friendships, family, and loves...

It changes us as people into something subhuman
It brings out the side of us that was never there; a rage and anger we have never experienced, and sometimes never realize exists.
It replaces the good intents we have with ones that are selfish and harmful.
The good amount of fear instilled, with false hope and courage.


We not only destroy ourselves physically,
But mentally, emotionally, spiritually...
Some say it is all a spiritual journey, and of course it can be, but when so abused and the supply so decimated,
It's digging your own grave.
 May 2010 Alexa Sz
Samuel
Hope
 May 2010 Alexa Sz
Samuel
I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me about your life

And I want to help you realize not everything is dark
Life throws you curve-***** quite a lot
Don’t worry.
You have a bright future, my friend
I’d like to tell you I can make it all go away
Shine some light into the gloom
But I cannot
It is beyond me
I can offer you one thing
That is hope.
The hope that tomorrow will bring something wonderful
That light will not only shine into your world
But preserve it and brighten your outlook
Hang on, my friend.
Turn the page and shine.
Copyright 2010 by Samuel Dickinson
Look at the old man

Staring back at you

With the world in his eyes

From his hospital bed

Knowing he is going to die



Look at the young mother

With her beauty to see

Soon to lose a part of her

Maybe to save her life

At the cost of her breast



Look at the baby in the cot

With all those years ahead

Cruelly now taken away

A young life, like a candle

Blown out in the wind



Look at the soldier, the hero

Who fought to protect us all

Fighting to stay alive, for his country

Only to come back safe and sound

To finally lose a war he couldn't win
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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