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| Laughter
She pleases people with her pleasurable laugh.
Her quiet chuckles ring.
The queen so full like a balloon about to pop,
careful not to let out her laughter inside
humor is her weakness
For it lands so light.
A joking jackal jokes
about the joke that was just joked.
Laugh, laugh with all your might.
Through crying eyes you see,
the laughter of others who laugh
just because they can.
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| Math
Why do number's and the alphabet have to collide?
The world would be such a simpler place
if math and the alphabet stayed away from each other.
Why does math have to have (Parenthesis)?
"Never forget to do what is inside the parenthesis first!"
my Math teacher always says.
Why are there negatives?
Is it because it is reflecting the world today?
Well, I hope not.
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I Hate Poetry Sonnet
I don’t get the point of it,
the rhyming and repetition makes no sense.
I hate how all the words have to fit.
Its too cliché like a white picket fence.
The meaning behind my poetry,
Never turns out.
I am a blind animal, trying to see
but always having doubt.
My thoughts run away,
and we begin a game of hide and go seek.
Dear God I pray,
please help my poems not reek.
Please don’t take this wrong,
Poetry is just not where I belong.
-Carolina Alexander
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| Forgotten Fortress
Up into the green I float
over the roots and bark I hassle,
away form the lazy river
toward the abandoned castle.
Up up up the path
stepping through the trees,
I wonder who traveled up this stretch
hundreds of years before me.
Kings or Dukes or Earls or Knights
visiting someone’s home,
or maybe rival forces
trying to take the thrown.
I keep dancing up the crumbled steps
bursting with the thoughts of the past,
when I stop and look at the ruined remains
of a fairy tale that didn’t last.
Oh Romeo, Oh Romeo doth thou live here
before thy story end?
But only the wind whistles in return,
and I persist to play pretend.
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Education
I am so blessed to live in the United States
The education I get is great
Although I complain to go to school
I am so lucky to get to go
Many people in the world wish they could go
It is so sad they cant though
It is fun to see all my friends
I only wish the world could know.
-Cassie Pierce
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Key to me
I love you
The cherry to my tree
I am the lock and you are my key
Together we will always be
The cherry to my tree
Our hearts we will bind
Together we will always be
I cherish the moments that we share
Our hearts we will bind
There is no word I can use to describe
I cherish the moments that we share
Where for art thou Romeo he standing in front of me
There is no word I can use to describe
I love you
Where for art thou Romeo he standing in front of me
I am the lock and you are my key.
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| The Mask Alone in the dark, you always want to hide. The laws of the world, to them you don’t abide. Hiding behind identities to make you impure One day you’ll be a tyrant. This I know for sure. Hide behind your mask to make yourself be heard. Yet still nobody wants to hear you. An annoyance, a speck on the windshield you are. Ha, how absurd. Hide behind your mask of lies to act just like a coward. Trying to be hated? Trying to be right? Only to be Despised More and More And more
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| The Wax and Wick Scorched by flame, they have a melted story A dancing game, the flames plays with Authority. Sets the mood of the room through smells of June or maybe aroma of spring coming soon. Soft and silent yet potent and brilliant Warm and quiet yet strangely resilient. Through partnership and connection they put on a show. Through friendship and condition they’ll simulate your nose. The wax and the wick occupy my abode. -Gabby Brissette |
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| Am I a Poet? Am I a poet? No and I know it. And while I may think this is pretty good, I’m not sure it will be understood. Now English is not my favorite class, I’d much rather be out playing in the grass. And now that this poem is done I can go out and have some fun.
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| Where I’m From I’m from a place where the outdoors are considered indoors, and screened porches are considered a room. Where sweet tea is a must and Miracle Whip is a sin. Where you go to church every Sunday to “Get the demons out of you” and chat with the priest afterwards. I’m from a place where fighting is considered roughhousing, and if you’re gone you best be back by sunset Where you wash the dirt from under your nails and the grass stains from your clothes. Where you don’t own but one pair of shoes because you always go barefoot. I’m from a place I like to call, HOME
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