| The Journals: She told me to write, so I did. |
| My journal is something I started due to therapy. Unfortunately little poetry has come out due to it. Most of it has come out due the fact that I asked people for topics which stemmed into creative pursuit. This so far is all I've gotten. It starts at February 28. |
| "Life"-Topic by Judah The blood lay spattered on the floor Little girl hair ribbons Pale white finger lay in pools White lace of the communion Sabbath dress Holy day Dead On the seventh We all try to forget Our birthdays |
| "Green"- Topic by Francie Green were her lips As she sprouted wings And flew away Green was the boy Who stood on the stoop Bouquet in hand Green were her thighs As she spread them The first time so wide Red were her lips As she fell blinded and weary From a dark, night sky Red were his cheeks The flowers trampled The door slammed Red were her thighs After her life Had been raped out of her Green was the world Until man and industry came And bled it all blood red |
| "Sex (69)"-Topic by Audrey Turning over And the world's inside out Upside down Suckle Lke a baby child I'm on a fire Like a good girl 'Cause I'll show you mine If you show me your's |
| "Do you think this was easy?"-Topic by a Poster I saw Do you think this was easy? Waiting for the light of day? Knowing the sun would come up Someday If I keep waiting |
| "Cooking Light"-Magazine Title Under the cooking light I stirred my own red hot Tabasco passion Under the cooking light I saw my life steep Under the cooking light I could see this beautiful gumbo Would never be as sensual As licking your lips could be Instead of this big wooden ladel Under the cooking light Everything was warm And smelled so good And so clean Until the morning After the cooking light had been extinguished And I knew my kitchen Was as grey as my soul On a Monday in February |
| "Creativity Made Easy"-Misinterpretation of Better Homes and Gardens Open your soul And your eyes Meld your heart And your pen Sit close to the fire Let your spirit dance with the flames Know your fears And idolize them For this is Creativity Made Easy |
| "...She explained the boy who did the shooting, "cried out for help, and nobody helped him. Not family. Not school officials. Not any social security agencies. Not the police...One neighbor said, "It took a killing to get these people out of here." -Time Magazine, March 13, 2000 pg.28 Guns don't kill people, people do. Not media, music, technology, movies, religion, or politics. It's misguided children and misplaced aner How many times will we say children can be cruel and brush it off? Fags, Freaks, Pagans, Welfare Children, Outcasts, Runts, Rejects, when we say that they are enough and meaning something too? When will they be listened to? You can't ignore it, you can't deny it, and I won't die due to it. |
| This was written after I read the report on the boy who killed his 6 year old classmate in Time Magazine. As a student, this is my reply. |