| A powerful surge came washing ashore It's bending crest will return nevermore It rises and falls in a dramatic clash Which will never be seen; just a flash The life flies away into the mist Winter is here, the snow makes a fist That covers everything in sight With a burning cloud of white Her beautiful life lasts no longer She thought she was getting stronger But the medication she received Brought nothing that would relieve The horrible display of thug mentality Coems up through rising fatalities The guns and knives so viciously tore Through many lives in this secret World War A quiet kid whom very few knew Built anger up inside and blew The school away with fuming blasts A hell to which himself he casts. But for now, we can all rest assured That our deaths will not soon be ushered As our world passes by Dont just sit there and cry, For your life has not yet been obscured. |
| I think I wrote this in 7th grade. I remember my mom made me trim it down and add the last stanza because it was a scary poem. Even with the edits, my teacher still found it "very.....vivid" and grotesque. w/e, i enjoyed writing it, so i dont care if anyone else likes it. |
| Flashback Taken from KL's old writings cabinet |
| The ONLY reason this is in here, is because someone liked it. a lot. i wrote it in fifth grade. When i graduated, i got my portfolio back. in it, i found a photocopied 8.5x11 paper with nothing but this poem on it. it was probably because of the last line. they found it to be surprisingly profound for a 5th grader? i dont know, but i was shocked that they'd keep it.....such lousy handwriting! |
| "the common house sparrow, Darting here and there, pulling worms out to feed their young. with a jump and a flap, their off, to a world we've yet to discover" |
| August one, eighty eight, The one destined to deviate Opened eyes to a brave new world Kyle Sinclair stretched out unfurled. Maybe almost five years later, He's almost taken by a watery gator Scrambling from a strange flash flood Running from the rocks and mud Hurtling towards him at alarming speeds Fortunately, he succeeds In the third year of education He discovered the joy of procrastination Spending time with a particular being the first girl he actually enjoyed seeing. Finding the word for the feeling - "crush" He races his rivals in a dramatic rush. Sadly only a year has passed, Kyle must transition fast, He finds himself in a brand new school, Compared to the other...quite a jewel! He spent five years at Clairbourn, From there his character he adorned. Gobbling up life like a voracious eater, Kyle finds his love in the art of theater. Being cast as leads in his first few plays Made the actor that is there today Continuing on with a heart full of script Kyle only hopes that he will be missed The most recognized major event of his life Was the result of months full of strife. He got accepted into his first-choice school And there you find him acting like a fool. Protruding through with plays and stories Kyle looks back on his days of glories. |
| I'm actually not sure when i wrote this. probably sometime freshman year. noteable for its not-goodness, keep in mind that it was a homework assignment, and thus completed in a matter of minutes. looks like it was fun though. it was probably an auto-biographical assignment |
| This page typed with half of one hand, and some kind of massive screaming party going on a few houses down. such indecency. :-P |
| i dont feel like adding a background or text effects. deal with it. |