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 Nov 2013 Corina
Andrea Diaz
Wind
 Nov 2013 Corina
Andrea Diaz
I made a wish with the wind.

The breeze from the plane feels oh so nice!
The addiction of adrenaline is catching up again
And as my legs scream walk
Preparing to jump off into the deep blue
My mind’s tellin’ me stop!
Not ready for lift off.
Standing up from the plane
Thousands of feet high
I’m staring off at the eyes of a beauty
You see,
Cupid shot his arrows at me,
And I ain’t fallin for no boy
I’m fallin for the ground
Cause feelin this intense breeze
Makes me want to dream
I asked for a wish
A wish from the wind
And as impossible as it sounds
Jumping off into the sea of skies
Growing wings and wanting to fly
Feeling the breeze beneath white feathered wings
Would truly be a wish come true.
That wind,
I want him to cradle me into his arms
And though he cannot put me back on that plane
He will end this misery
Why wind, oh why are you so tempting?

YOU TEMPRESS BEAST!
You’re calling out my name!
Begging me to come jump to you!
But as you can see,
Man is not able to sprout wings and fly!
So what gives me the difference to jump into that sky,
Trying so hard to beat evolution.
But, I’m not worried about that right now,
You see I’m giving my self delusions
My rusted heart has been ****** at with words,
Because I was the silent child who’s life was always messed with,
And I Cannot tolerate these monster’s tortures anymore!
So I’m ready to jump off this plane and into the ground,
Even when there’s no parachutes around.
See, I’m giving into his siren calls,
I’m ready to jump off from my miserable life,
And fly into a world filled with angels.

And as I am taking this leap from life,
The winds are carrying voices from down below,
I hear my parents screaming no!
And I hear my friends saying don’t do it girl we’ll love till the end,
I just can’t let myself continue any further.
So I’m doing it now,
And I won’t be listening anymore
All I want to do is feel the wind beneath my wings.
Come at me wind, grant me what I’ve dreamed.
These next few seconds of my life,
Will be spent reminiscing about how many times I’ve been hazed at and hated.
From now on and forever,
I won’t be a victim to your crimes,
I’ll be set free into that sky.
Part (well the parts that weren't cut off and kept whole) of a group poem preformed at the Unified District SLAM Poetry today on 3/21/2012.
 Nov 2013 Corina
Jennifer
Those birds above I've wondered,
Are they spirits and tiny souls?
Looking down on us and keeping us safe,
At our highs and at our lows.

Are they our loved ones passed away?
And flying free above?
This to people I do not say.
But I often wish I could.

I hope those birds are what I think,
Because you seldom see one alone.
You will always have a very strong link.
Flying high and flying far from home.

So I hope those, my friends above,
Will help me out down here.
I hope they help me find some love,
I hope that time is near.
 Nov 2013 Corina
Vadim Bravo
Ideals
 Nov 2013 Corina
Vadim Bravo
Bravery is to stand alone
Pride is to stand tall
Power in this world
Is to stand and not to fall.

Truth now are superlatives
Leadership is lies
Survival is betreyal
Prays are only cries.

Honesty is razors
Steel against the flesh
See trough shattered eyes
What the lies have trashed.

Memory is endless pain
No where to escape
To give up's to ******
To compromise's to ****.

Value what you have
Others ain't got ****
To live is to believe
Don't let them make you slip.
(c) Vadim Bravo 2001
 Nov 2013 Corina
Ethan
Who
 Nov 2013 Corina
Ethan
Who
is it you
is it me
where am i supposed to be
you think you know but you don't
you know how i know
because i don't
you're pretty
she is too
so is she
what to do
i like where i am
yet i don't
i'm fulfilled
except when i'm not
shallow are the waters i tread
i'm no safe bet
you'll soon regret
you think i'm talking to you
however i'm not telling who's number two
 Nov 2013 Corina
Brendan
Thoughts
 Nov 2013 Corina
Brendan
Constantly fighting the voices.
Who are they?
Triggers from the past.
Who are you?
Distant memories long forgotten.
Who was that?
It's taking over.
Who?

Not me, but me.

Who am I?
 Nov 2013 Corina
KJSC
Recess
 Nov 2013 Corina
KJSC
"What's your favourite part of school?"
They ask the young child
The response puts them in laughter
"Recess"
"That's not what we meant"
They try to explain
But the child knows more than they do
The child has known for a long time
They think the child is silly
That the expression *"I hate school"
is irrational
School is supposed to be education
Is supposed to be learning
Is supposed to be fun
An unfulfilled supposition
The child knows this
Knows what it's like to be disrespected by teachers
Singled-out
Yelled at
Embarrassed by teachers
There are no teachers in recess
Recess is fun
Recess is what school is supposed to be
They laugh at the child for being silly
The child laughs at them for being oblivious
 Nov 2013 Corina
Emily
Girls of the world
Do you remember
When they told you,
To love your body
And to love yourself-
Regardless of your
Shape, size, skin?

Girls of the world
Do not believe
Their hateful lies.

Girls of the world
Hate your body
And change it until
It's perfect-
Because you will never
Be loved, accepted
Even if you love yourself.

Girls of the world
I thought it would
All fall into place.

Girls of the world
I loved my body
And was comfortable
In MY skin
But those I loved most
Could not love me
For the skin I was in.

Girls of the world
Beauty is not subjective
It is precise.

Girls of the world
Do not fall into the trap
Of thinking you are:
Beautiful, perfect in your own way
Because you are not
You can only be
Perfect in one way.
 Nov 2013 Corina
Jessica N
speechless
choking on words
I've never wanted to say
more
they scream in my head
impossible to think
I wish i could just
spit
them
out
but they taste so good
even just the thought
-
but then again
rejection
looms in the corner
of the room
where you hold me
can you see it too?
-
my lips hold tight
my eyes try
but it just isn't the same
it's painful
electric pulses under my skin
whisper in the darkness
-
when
at last
you pressed your lips to mine
drew out the words
pulled out the pain
a sigh of relief
-
I tremble
rejection steps closer
but your words pierce it
you said it
unlock my lips
so I can reply
I love you too
 Nov 2013 Corina
Matt Garman
In Stupor Divine, with head in sky,
I wonder about or even why.

Call me ill, but what it seems,
is she loves to taunt me in my dreams.

We walked the streets of wasted life,
I had her hand and she had my knife.

And all to be hold was her perfect face,
in this wasteland of a place.

Together we watched the end of time.
Content to the end because she was mine.

She was my world, and that's all I ever cared.
But I can't remember what we even shared.
Ice
They held you at a distance,
locked in a tarnished cage.
Afraid of what you had become
after living in the ice for so long.

And did you even think of me
when you visited that deep, dark sea?
Was it beautiful like you
when your fire upon ice took you away from me?

We used to be together
Always and Forever.
Though my beginning was not yours
and your ending shall not be mine.

Now you sit in a circle, and they ask you "why?"
Do you tell them that it made you a queen,
even more, do you tell them about me?
Or about leaving ice storm memories of you, no we.

Tell me where you have been and
will we be the same again?
We used to be together.
Always and Forever.
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