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 Jun 2017 Cecelia
Mark Lecuona
This is a place where prayers are made
Where the children of need are born
We grow but even a forest can burn
Before their time to shed their skin

Though the sun hides behind dark clouds
We learn to hide our fears behind a smile
We enter our closets to put away our day
Knowing we stand in the chamber of prayers

We pay for a body guard with our tithes
We leave the fallen harvest on the ground
Alms and first fruits are blankets we weave
And faith is sand facing the next hurricane

A bullet speaks of peace after it comes to rest
The damage bears no guilt as it forgive its victim
The life we endure when we bury our children
Is the resurrection of a prayer we learned long ago
 Jun 2017 Cecelia
kayla
5's
 Jun 2017 Cecelia
kayla
5's
1
2
3
4
5

I count things in 5’s

one cat
two cat
three cat
hula hoop
tote bag

My notes are organized Cornell style
but it can’t fill the void you left.

Light switch
one slipper
two slippers
lotion
candle

I’ve got my life organized down to the the minutes
but you aren’t in any of them.

Long distance.
We’ll see.
 Jun 2017 Cecelia
Kristhie
It't just i have so many things to do,
that i can't even think it through.
To be at the top i have to be the best
Pushing myself down the road is
the most hard part yet.
Never thought i say this but my mind
started to faint.
I'm starting to forget who i am,
the only image i see is the one i used to be,
and that's not even on my screen.
I have doubts of myself probably
that's why there are tears on my face
Have no self respect like a marijuana
on the street.
Got no self esteem, even a car has more
inside when it's being clean
My mind is blown and i don't think
it's gonna grow like it used to be
But at the end i have to be the best
to beat the worst of me.~K.O~
 Jun 2017 Cecelia
Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
 Jun 2017 Cecelia
Joy Ceye
14 June
 Jun 2017 Cecelia
Joy Ceye
A fire in a West London
Tragedy that left people still wondering
Missing and Wishing
That some might be alive
Shouting but no living soul could help
In that battle for life
Which is now a constant thought
Buildings looking like lost souls
A cause of which we still don't know.

A fire raging like an angry alien
While we crave answers
To a crew arriving but was it on time?

Started on the second floor and within
Seconds before anyone saw
It was at the top
Though clocks were ticking
Tick Tock Heart Knocks
Constant panic filling the air
And deadly smoke
Horrible deaths
Uncertainty
Filled up with uncontrollable pain.

Faces seen at burning windows
Ghostly looks haunting
Scenes of death took over
And they knew their life was going
To end
With a scream and a cry
And trauma
As fire engines arrived
But hope slowly slipped away
With no escape in sight.

Struggling to be free from the trap
From sadness and fears
That caused all these tears!

News is on now
But do they know or have real answers?
The information is still not clear
Just imagine the fear
If this could happen to anyone
Mistakes happen but how would
You feel
If this could  happen to you?

Community spirit is trying to help
Supporting through food
Giving all they can
Clothes flowing in like a mad river
To the lucky
Survivors
Homeless
Desperate.

How can we fix this issue?
Start over
Forget memories that were burnt
To shreds
Sleep in a house that is not
Your home
Pray for answers but
When you get the reply
Grief fills you like an ambition
Your final bit of hope lies crumbling.

The mumbles of people
Around and surrounding you
Makes it new news
So don't stop
Find a way out
Can I help
The exit?
A poem written by my 12 year old student. Inspiring. Just shows how some young people care.
She's
been
walking
down
the same never-ending,
winding corridors,

Dimmed lights,
***** white walls,
no windows,
no doors,
square-tiled floors.

Dragging
her
feet
for what seems like
an eternity,

Stupid girl!
Her mind in a whirl!
Holding hope for an exit,
dreaming about
what it would be like
on the other side of those walls--externally.

Accustomed to the restrictions - sadly!

Hurting, defeated, anxious - badly!

Imprisoned mentally!

Acknowledging it, finally!

No denial, there, nor here!

You'd think she'd be over the fear;

Well, she's not!

She still hurts alot!

All alone in her mind
with her messy thoughts
and her regrets,

She's given away so much
unconditional love,
her heart and soul
have many outstanding depts.

She's had way too much time
to think about
all of the ****
that she's been through!

She hasn't healed,
those ***** walls don't understand,
they listen,
but they haven't any clue!

She's
kept
moving
down
those same corridors,
never wanting to look back,

With only one direction,
you'd think it be impossible
that she would get so lost...
I mean, after all,
it's a one-way ****** track!

But she did,
and she always does, too!

Getting confused, and lost,
for her, is nothing new!

She found herself
in those deserted corridors
at a very young, tender age,

Don't know how or why
it happened to her,
I can't even begin
to try to explain it
on this page.

I wish i could,
it would probably help her alot
if i did,

But it's a very long story,
winding and never-ending,
just like those corridors,
so it's best that I don't lift the lid.

She doesn't want to look back,

I
guess
she'll
just
keep
going
down
the same
relentless,
hopeless
track!

By Lady R.F.(C)2017
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