tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27758881927008684922024-03-08T16:09:19.760-08:00So. There.Student writing from Schenectady High SchoolSchenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-29580252849667574852010-05-09T22:00:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:55:41.367-07:00<div align="center" style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Winter/Spring 2010</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" style="color: #000099;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/angel-brown.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Angel Brown</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/tori-calandra.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Tori Calandra</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/oma-cecil.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Oma Cecil</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/helen-cox.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Helen Cox</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/04/vanessa-chunoo.html">Vanessa Chunoo</a></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #000099;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/nikki-griesemer.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Nikki Griesemer</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> </span></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #000099;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/04/megan-hosier.html">Megan Hosier</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/aquila-johnson.html">Aquila Johnson</a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/jennifer-masercola_25.html">Jennifer Masercola</a></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/isaiah-mastroianni.html">Isaiah Mastroianni</a></span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/joe-noel.html">Joe Noel</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/arielle-parker.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Arielle Parker</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/nicholas-perez.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Nicholas Perez</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/jacqueline-perry-cotto.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Jacqueline Perry-Cotto</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/francia-rahiman.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Francia Rahiman</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/kevin-rittner.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Kevin Rittner</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/sarah-sharifpour_21.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sarah Sharifpour</span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/03/teana-taylor.html"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%;">TeAna Taylor</span></a></div>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-40968860571293262542010-05-09T20:00:00.001-07:002010-05-09T20:00:50.568-07:00Brittni Everett<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Things That I Love</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Stars sleepwalking across the night sky</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Snow falling down, from way up high.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Shells on the beach, the waves make them glisten</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Talking to someone, who wants to listen.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Hearing the applause, after a show</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Cold yet calming, new fallen snow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Petting a puppy that’s wagging its tail</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Getting a second chance, after you fail.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Watching a plane soar through the air</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Winning a game, fair and square.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Holding an infant, frail and small</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">then watching that baby grow up tall.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Living life to the fullest you can</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Walking through the rain, hand in hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Being blessed, from the heavens above</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">in case you haven’t guessed, it’s life that I love.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-26538912324065753082010-05-09T19:58:00.001-07:002010-05-12T12:52:26.909-07:00Anne Ottati<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Dance</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The beat of the music touches my soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">My feet don’t ever stop moving.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Every dancer moves together as a whole,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Some people like to call it “grooving.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We point our toes and stretch our feet,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">This work is not very easy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We have to use our heads and stay on the beat,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Dancing is to me like rapping is to Weezy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I have been dancing since I was little,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It has been my passion ever since.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Most dancers' bodies look very brittle,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Be we are so strong that nothing can make us wince.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">So watch us as out our bodies bend,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The music within our souls is never going to end.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-70258592726923612032010-05-09T19:55:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:56:42.715-07:00Aida Badia-Perez<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Is it You?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Is it you that I see</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> It’s you I feel.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It’s the thing you helped me heal</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I fall for many times.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> For you I hurt.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Can you be here?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Be the lake that settles</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">the heart that bleeds?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Be my melody?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">You the moments I cry</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> makes me wonder why</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">it’s you that sends me comfort.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">You are my shield from all the pain.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I stand in the blood that rains.</span><br /></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-65286804393328001612010-05-09T19:54:00.001-07:002010-05-09T19:54:58.979-07:00Leigh-Ann Sherman<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I Come From (inspired by <span style="font-style: italic;">Speak</span>, by Laurie Halse Anderson)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place of sorrow and misery.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place of sadness and pain.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I com from a place of heartbreak and agony.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place of broken dreams and loneliness.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where I don’t know who I am.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where I hide within my self.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where all I do is cry.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where pain seems like nothing anymore.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where I wanna find myself-</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but I don’t know how.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where nothing matters anymore.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I come from a place where I wanna find me—</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but where am I? Where did I go?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I have been missing myself for 14 years.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wanna be me again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Help me find myself, please.</span><br /></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-90244892368970410622010-05-09T19:52:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:48:22.257-07:00Samantha Burg<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Haiku</span><br /><br />My mind fades away like<br />footprints covered by<br />snowflakes that fall on the ground<br /><br />The tree stands strongly alone<br />silent, peaceful<br />and ages over time.<br /><br />Sidewalk catches raindrops that<br />constantly fall from<br />the clouds in the sky. <br /></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-39045557857642888512010-05-09T19:50:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:51:27.927-07:00Jeremy Ahrens<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Dear Mama</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">When I was young, me and my mom had problems</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> 17 years old kicked out into the streets</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Though back in time, I thought I’d never see her face</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Suspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> With the big boys breaking all the rules</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I shed tears with my baby sister</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> When things went wrong we’d blame mama</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I finally understand</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> For a woman it ain’t easy trying to raise a man</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> You was always committed</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> There’s no way I can pay you back</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> But the plan is to show you that I understand</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> You are appreciated.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-35628082057651240822010-05-09T19:49:00.001-07:002010-05-09T19:49:46.245-07:00Jamese Sheffield<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Been Crying All Day</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Been crying all day don’t know if I have any</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">more tears to cry. I am hurting and I don’t </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">think you understand why. Even though you are</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">the reason for the tears that I cry. Wish I</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">could go back in time to when me and you was</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">okay. Now we are just shadows to one another.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wanted you to be my friend forever. Now</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">you are just a person I used to know. Been crying</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">all day don’t know if I have any more tears </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">to cry I am hurt and I don’t think you</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">understand why. Even though you are the reason</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">for the tears that I cry. I thought you cared but</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">you don’t act like it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We both have a lot of unspoken words.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Don’t know if I will ever get a chance</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">to tell you how much being your friends</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">means to me. I feel like no one</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">understands me right now. Been </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">crying all day don’t know if I have</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">anymore tears to cry. I am hurt</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and I don’t think you understand</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">why even though you’re the reason</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">for the tears I cry.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-67656165869696008982010-05-09T19:44:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:48:00.295-07:00Ashley Marley and Brittany Patterson<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Two Sides</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >A Side</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The girl looked out of the classroom window, the rain outside reflecting in her bright green eyes. She held up her cellphone and stared at the text.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Why is she texting me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> She closed her cellphone and slipped it into her pocket.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The phone vibrated again but this time she ignored it. She ran her hand through her long golden hair.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> “You can go now,” the teacher said.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The girl slowly got up from her desk, grabbed her backpack, and walked out the door.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Another Side</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The girl looked out of the classroom window, the rain outside reflected in her blue eyes. She held up her cellphone and stared at it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Why isn’t she replying?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> She opened up her cellphone and began typing, her thumbs moving quickly, making slight ticking sounds.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> She closed the phone and ran a hand through her long black hair.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> “You can go now,” the teacher said.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The girl got up from her desk, grabbed her backpack, and darted out of the door.</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-50958947609246513722010-05-09T19:40:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:47:26.045-07:00Talisha Allen<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Comprehend/Comprendre/Comprender</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There is only so much</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> this heart can take</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There is only so little</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> my soul truly needs</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There is for true</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> my body never wants</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Why is it hard to comprehend?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Il y a seulement tellement</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> ce coeur peut prendre</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Il n’y a que si peu de</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> mon ame veritablement les besoins</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Il est vrai pour</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> mon coprs ne veut</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pourquoi est-il difficile a comprendre?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Solo hay tanta</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> este centro puede tomar</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Solo hay tan poco</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> mi alma realmente necesita</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hay por cierto</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> mi cuerpo nunca quiere</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Por que es dificil de comprender?</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Haiku Frenzy</span><br /><br />Thunder rolling through<br />the fields of dark black clouds.<br />Storm is here tonight!<br /><br />Yellow, red, silver<br />Blue to purple flowers.<br />Garden full tulips.<br /><br />Truly a frenzy<br />Haiku said to the sun<br />my story is done.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Changing Place</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Let’s change place today<br />You be scared<br />and I be dared<br />Daring to hit you<br />again and again.<br /><br />Why don't you say don't<br />and I say no<br />but when you say stop<br />I'll just go.<br /><br />You scream<br />I yell<br />letting the pressure<br />inside excel.<br /><br />We fight<br />I beat<br />You cry at my feet.<br /><br />I see you don't like<br />my domestic way<br />so I stop<br /><br />Now I wait to see<br />if you'll start.</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-26191371855110855492010-05-09T19:35:00.000-07:002010-05-10T11:01:50.775-07:00Isaiah Mastroianni<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Life is hard, but it’s not easy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sometimes I wish I were dreaming</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">of the perfect life, the perfect day</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and for things to go my way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If I had one wish everything would be okay.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If only things would go that way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Even if I had the confidence to make my day</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I’d enjoy it anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If I could spread the joy</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I’d have it just like that.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Everything that’s offered to me</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">makes me believe . . .</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If it didn’t matter</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">then what’s the point of that?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If I had one choice</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I would maybe start anew</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for my friends and family</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">before things go askew</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I’d wish for the best</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">no matter what it takes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If I didn’t have to stress</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wouldn’t have to pick up this mess.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sometimes I really don’t care</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and I just want that way (sometimes).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">But if everyone had their way</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">maybe everything would be okay</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for the perfect day.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-65730929439898105662010-05-09T19:31:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:49:35.913-07:00Amber Heath<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Grapefruit</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Glitter and gasp,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The smile is vague,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The door is open,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">No one comes in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Does it stand still?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Or does it move around?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Kept unbound,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The maker is found.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The meter is followed,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">By many dim hollows,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">For the successor of might,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The sun breaks through.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Frozen and burnt,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">They stand unturned,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">For they never move</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">By the rustle of the grass.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Together is one,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">One we are all,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Make no mistake,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Friends of those,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Surely stand tall</span><br /></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-59202559858609568092010-05-09T19:25:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:45:04.843-07:00Keyona Walton<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I’d Wish I Was a Star</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >If I could be anything<br />I’d wish I was a star<br />In the sky<br />And away so far<br />I would shine of beauty<br />For all to see<br />And no one will ever judge me<br />I’d wish I was a star<br />People’s wishes I would hear<br />I give them hope<br />And no more fear<br />In the sky I want to be<br />To just live my life<br />Worry free</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-86261277830422690382010-05-09T19:11:00.001-07:002010-05-10T09:55:31.644-07:00Christian Stenzel<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ars Poetica 3</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a poem is when</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I send you a message</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that is different than</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">the one you receive</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">yet still the one that was intended.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >A song of sorts</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wrote for you</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A song of sorts</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">You heard untrue</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And drained the ink</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">We built our forts</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">But now they sink</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And here we stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Feet in the sand</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Our silent stares</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Have never met</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I kill your glares</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Before they come</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And I would bet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">You know the sum</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">At first we flew</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">But now we’re through</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">We’ll have a chance</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">For one last swing</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">One backward glance</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">You know the deal</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Two plastic rings</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Two hearts of steel</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">One night of sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And then we’re done</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Silhouette of a Draining Heart</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Colors pour from my eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The sky’s silent, empty tears</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Cannot wash away the stains I’ve made</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The darkening rainbow of blood splashed across the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Runs down the fading brick walls</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pools in the cracked dog dish</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Dries into the crimson velvet of your room</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A solitary plume is left floating in the ice-cold water</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Resting motionless in the gushing rapids</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Soak in the flowing colors</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Return them to my fingertips</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I need them</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">need</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">them</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">~</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Colors pour into your eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Bleeding through the canvas</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Filling the rifts of your mind</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Oil.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Your blood flows like oil.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Black sludge in your veins.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Is it colorless</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Or all colors melded together?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The whites of your eyes are gone</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Flown to the sun to burn away all trace</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The light is fading</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The rainbow is dripping away</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Filling in the hollowed night</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The colors bleed</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Colors always bleed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">II</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The colors of our eyes mix</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Running down our faces</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Our waltz splashes through the dense black of night</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Your hand melts in mine</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Go back to the surface, rip through the mud</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Before the wrinkled satin dress tears</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Into the sun’s fiery grasp we dance</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Violet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">~</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Color</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Color is nothing</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Dark</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Color is everything</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The dark shatters</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Violet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Violet shines through</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The mirror shatters</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Shards of violet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pulsing in violet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Color is violet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Each pump of my heart resounds</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A deafening violet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Vi-o-let</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Violet is everything</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">~</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The final chilled drop falls</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Our dance sinks into the earth</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Our eyes have faded away</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A violet rainbow fills the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Scraping against the hallowed night</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The colors bleed away</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Colors always bleed away</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Mismatched Socs: The Walls are White</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >a poetic mix of several streams of consciousness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The Walls are White</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">They're Stained by the Light</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It comes dripping down from the ceiling above,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">My pooling eyes are soaking it all in</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">my feet are fading</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">sinking in the linoleum sea</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">the currents are running away with me</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">the frothy sea brine would feel quite fine</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">if I wasn't so sharp</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">if it wasn't so dark</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">if it wasn't so hard to hold onto the line</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">with the waves crashing hard and the salt in your throat</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">with submerged coral slashing the pages you wrote</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">you're screaming and thrashing but you've lost all hope</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Be way of tables:</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Marked and designed to suit your crime</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">They'll swallow you whole and leave nothing behind</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Your skin starts to rip and your bones start to grind</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">They eat you alive, but I really don't mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It's the silent weathervane that bothers me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">There's no wind here.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The Walls are White,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and the windows are weathervanes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Here, the mirrors learn from your hair.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Does it run down your face? do you drink it? It tastes like soup</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The final moments of a blood-stained memory</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Link arms with the innocence of childhood</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Everything is lost now.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Lost, lost, lost</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">in the white of the White Walls</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Can you remember the White Walls too?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Where they came from?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The depths of hell hold the key to your cell.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We all know hell has White Walls</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A pretty face with warts on the heart</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It knows how to live and play out its part</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And never stops singing, ringing, stinging,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Bats screeching and preaching,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The gentle sloth learns HTML programming</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And becomes a ferocious tiger</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">With pearly white fangs</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And pearly White Walls.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The tree's final moments: </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A seed planted in the blood-stained ground</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Muddy blood,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Bloody mud,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A blackthorned castle grows form the Earth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">His curved blade flashes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The silver edge shimmers like mist.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A cloud of oil;</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Oil as black as the blackest night</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and the darkest wish.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The Tree's final moments,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">my final memories,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">bloody ones.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Death</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">has White Walls, to.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Can you finally see?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The White Walls are closing in</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">crushing the light</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">can still breathe</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">but</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">the air</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">escapes</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">slipping through the cracks</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I am</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">trapped</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">here with the White Walls</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and the most free</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I could wish to be</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">swimming outside</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">in the flowers and filth</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">the snow</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and the shards of glass</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">a hay in a needlestack</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">holding hands</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">with the clock on the wall.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The Walls are White.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The Walls are.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-26216062747011215932010-05-09T18:47:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:30:13.902-07:00Shana Joseph<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Upside Down on our Farewell Swings</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">My dad and I on our last days</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Doing farewell things</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">By my side through thick and thin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And through thick and thin</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I’m by his</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As we lay upside down on our farewell swings</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Awaiting the drowning of the sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Our last morning time long gone</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">He shouts to me</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">“There it is!”</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">We watched helplessly</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As it slowly sunk into the sea</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">What a bright orange sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In the purple sky that seems to gleam</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As we lay upside down on our farewell swings.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ars Poetica</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A poem should be like a chameleon on the trees of any circumstance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A poem should be like Latin, all languages in one.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A poem should be like a nameless child, left to you, the parent, to give it identity.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Homeless</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">My heart has no home</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">For it is always on the move</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">To maneuver bombs and bullets and capture</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Regret is not an option</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Feelings is but an overlooked caption</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">War surrounds her</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Distresses her</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Destroys the many vessels that feed her</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But one that that helps her prosper</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Her companion, my soul</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The house of my soul is a jail called fate</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And in the house of my soul</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Rooms of ugliness and cold</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Memories backed away</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">All doubts and fears I’ve never faced</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But together they will walk side by side</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Smash all obstacles in their way</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">So I can have my place</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">In this place</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">That I call home</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Deadly Fall for Life</span><br /><br />One day these very different personalities and preferences clashed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />She was left in charge. This filled her every void like a bull when it finally gets its rider. She must keep the house clean and take care of her little brother. Her little brother is nowhere to be found. He always seems like a backwards word in a puzzle. Finally he came to the door with shoes filled with mud. She refused to let him in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />“Take off your shoes before you enter,” she demanded.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />“Come on. I just gotta grab the cutlass,” he told her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />She just was not hearing it, so she pushed him backwards. She knew she was stronger than is and used it to her advantage every time. He tried to kick her but his shoes flew into the kitchen. He was satisfied because he knew she would be made and have to clean up the mud mess. She was enraged. She slapped him across the face. This sent him on a rampage to get cutlass and dirty the kitchen some more. He knew that he could not physically beat her so he strategically did things to do her crazy. He ran in, grabbed the cutlass that was about two meters away, with one muddy shoe on his foot, and ran out. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />Oh no, she couldn’t let him win. She ran after him and beat him in front of his friends.<br /><br />They had a field day laughing. He was so mad. He picked up his cutlass and pelted it at her neck. Startled but unable to decide what to do in that split second, she tripped on a lime. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />The cutlass passed right over her head. Her life flashed.</span><br /></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-7765312474024815142010-05-09T18:20:00.000-07:002010-05-10T10:01:37.102-07:00Angel Brown<span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Adalia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">She was in her room sitting Indian style in the middle of her bed. Her room is pink and white. Adalia had caramel and honey skin. Long hair with black, black, black almost like velvet eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Her eyes were glassy as she looked at the text message that Justin sent. "It's over. I can't do this anymore." She felt alone as if she wouldn't find joy again. Justin gave her joy, made her feel whole.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">She could remember how they started dating, two years ago, in ninth grade. That's how much joy he gave her. Adalia had had a huge crush on him; he was in her study hall and sat at the desk behind her. He started talking to her saying how the study hall was boring and what not. Then he said he loved her dimple that sat on the left side of her face when she smiled. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">From friends, they went to being a couple. She wondered why now, what she had done. Had he found somebody else? Did he not love her? What was going on? Why would her text her that?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">She texted back. Why?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Three hours later, she still sat with no reply. She felt used, disgusted, played and a very sharp pain in her heart. She closed her eyes and let the tears fall that were anxiously waiting to escape. She let them fall freely as she sat there waiting for Justin to text back.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Justin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Justin sat in the back of his math class with his headphones plugged in not paying attention to anything. He sat there thinking about all the things that happened in the last two months. He sat there with a cold look in his eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">He thought, Damn. Only if I could go back to that night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">He felt lost and angry and stuck like he couldn't get anywhere. He just didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't bother to talk to anyone, just walked the hall with his head down and hood on. His mother never asked him how he felt about the situation, and he really wanted to talk to his ex-girlfriend. He could only imagine her face when she read the text. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">What kind of man am I? I couldn't even tell her to her face, he thought, getting more aggravated. he saw the look on her face when he passed her in the hall. He heard her voice and the disappointment when she tried to talk to him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I took something from her that no one can give back to her, he thought.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Still, he doesn't know why he broke up with her that day. He doesn't know why anything happened that day. He remembers all the things he and his best friends used to do, which they'll never do again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Why didn't I just go hang with him that night? We'd still be friends and none of this would've happened, he thought. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">They had shared the same math class. He felt he could feel Brandon staring at him, wanting to curse him and hit him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">C'mon, why won't this damn bell ring? Jeez, ten minutes. Then I get to go home and don't got to be bothered with anybody, he thought again. </span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-89083024723596199352010-05-09T18:12:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:27:53.066-07:00Nikki Griesemer<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Character Sketch #2<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Groaning in annoyance, she leans back in the chair, waiting for him to pick up his phone. When she hears the familiar sound of the voicemail greeting, she hangs up and dials the number again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">While walking around in circles, staring at her feet, she stumbles and crashes to the floor with a yelp. The next thing she hears is her boyfriend's laughter from the phone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Just my luck, she thinks. He answers when I fall.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">He asks if she's okay, and she rolls her eyes, not made at him. Where was that concern when he was laughing hysterically?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She smiles and tells him she's fine, just being her normal clumsy self.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">What a great way to start a conversation.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Character Sketch #3</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Her head is moving in time to the music playing in her ear. She is content with ignoring the yelling around her as her siblings play. It's better to go deaf listening to something you like than get a migraine listening to something you don't, or at least that's how she saw it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She begins mouthing the words to the upbeat song, and her foot begins to tap. Lost in the music, she completely forgets the loud voices around her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Her hips begin shaking to the music, and she spins around a few times, a feeble attempt at dancing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She only stops moving when her foot hits something lightly. She looks down and sees her brother and sister lying on the floor, tears rolling down their faces.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Panicking, she rips the headphones from her ears, only to find that the tears are from laughing so hard about how foolish their sister looked dancing around the livingroom.</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-44759141434865768622010-05-09T18:04:00.000-07:002010-05-09T18:10:21.054-07:00Oma Cecil<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Oranges</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I could smell orang</span>es even when I wasn't there. I could see the globes of pungent fruit hanging from the thick branches of their trees. I would pluck only the most perfect leaves and string them together, making green belts, necklaces, bracelets and crowns. I would sometimes lie in the shade of the towering grove and read or even nap. I missed it so much that I would sometimes see the dusty dirt pathways that could be found between trees and pretend to stroll down them again, only to find that I had been wandering down a cracked cement sidewalk, or aimlessly roaming my nearly empty apartment. It was a serious case of homesickness.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But this is what I had wanted, right? To be on my own and feel the rush of the hustle and bustle of the city life us what I had dreamt of under those orange trees, but now all I could think of was those same orange trees and their scent of familiarity. I wanted to feel the warm patches of sunlight that the lush leaves had made, warm my skin. I wanted to smell the sour scent of the orange oil waft over me. I wanted to be able to reach up and pull an orange fresh from the tree. I wanted to rip the peel from the fruit and eat, tasting the flavor of home. I wanted to feel the juice run down my hands, drying out my skin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I sprinted to the nearest fruit stand and bought a bag of oranges. Not as fresh as home, but still something that made me smile. </span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-21744401722290483672010-05-09T17:57:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:59:54.850-07:00Jacqueline Perry-Cotto<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Everytime</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Every time I heard someone say</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">you can't do it I kept on going</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">pushing and fighting</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">pushing their words aside</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">like a true boxer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Why?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wanted to reach up to the top</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I might be out of breath,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">pulled a tooth, and bruised</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">but I praise my pride</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">that though I didn't win</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I didn't give up</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-30272351093639093592010-05-09T17:51:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:54:40.064-07:00Tori Calandra<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >The Past is the Past</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Tickling, flirting</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Kissing, and biting.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The past is the past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">They did so much</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">In so little time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The past is the past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">His innocence wasted,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Heart broken again</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">but the past is the past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sang to myself </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">To relieve the silence.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The past is the past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Surrounded by lovers</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">As I read so alone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The past is the past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Drove people away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Bitter, corrupted.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But the past is the past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We found each other</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">In our worst of days.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And those days are our pasts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We helped and supported.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We fought difficult emotions.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The negativity is our past.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We are making it through </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">With much more to come</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And we are each other's future.</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-34500812970094914262010-05-09T17:39:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:48:47.547-07:00Aquila Johnson<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Bench</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">She sat on the park bench wearing a black pea coat, blue jeans and black Uggz. She stared deeply at nothing, preferring the snow flying around her. He stood next to her holding her hand, staring at the insides of his eyelids. A tear formed at the corner of her eye like a rain drop about to fall from the sky. The look of loneliness and disgust was written all over her face. The look of failure and relief on his. The winter wind blew her hair all over her head while his hair stayed tucked safely under his hat. Pain and fury entered her eyes. She tried to squeeze them shut letting the tears fall freely. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Conversation</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When I close my eyes there's no darkness, only colors, colors that dance around my head like an opened bag of Skittles. When I open my eyes all I see is three colors. Black, white and grey. What have we done to ourselves? Why is this happening? Do you trust me? Good. Trust is the only thing you need to survive. With trust you know you'll have at least one person who you can lean on when you're down and out. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Do you see me? Who do I trust? Absolutely nobody. Where I come from trust is in nobody's vocabulary, or is it? It's not for me. I just live one day at a time while others are out committing heinous crimes. Why are we like this? Does this make any sense to you? Not to me. Is beauty only skin deep, or above the surface? I believe it can be both ways. Does anybody know what's best even if they've been through it before? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The world is full of colors, but nobody stops to pick the flowers when they smell them. Everywhere I go I fee like there's a giant shadow standing over me. What do shadows mean anyway? To me they mean secrets, promises that can't be released, people who can't speak for themselves. I mean, after all we do walk over them. Just do me a favor and close your eyes. Watch the colors unravel before you.</span></span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-85618619431979869952010-05-09T09:55:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:59:08.394-07:00Noel Aklassou<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">The World of Children</span><br /><br />The world of children<br />is sometimes not always what grown ups think<br />it is.<br />It is not always full of joy and fun.<br />Sometimes our world is like a moment<br />of whirl.<br />Sometimes our world is just like a<br />twirl because<br />things go on too fast that you<br />never know what is<br />going to happen to you.<br />It is sometimes like<br />a puzzle that you try to solve<br />that never ends.<br />Sometimes grown ups make mistakes<br />but they are mostly likely to<br />find their way out.<br />But it is the opposite<br />in our world. We do not<br />always find solutions to our<br />problems.<br />Sometimes we do but<br />our parents do not understand<br />us.<br />That is why our world is not<br />always what it seems<br />like.</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-68381908061199255022010-05-05T18:44:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:59:53.750-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Winter/Spring 2009</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/jeremy-ahrens.html">Jeremy Ahrens</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/noel-aklassou.html">Noel Aklassou</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/talisha-allen.html">Talisha Allen</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/aida-badia-perez.html">Aida Badia-Perez</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/samantha-burg.html">Samantha Burg</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/brittni-everett.html">Brittni Everett</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/amber-heath.html">Amber Heath</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/shana-joseph.html">Shana Joseph</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/ashley-marley-and-brittany-patterson.html">Ashley Marley</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/isaiah-mastroianni.html">Isaiah Mastroianni</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/anne-ottati.html">Anne Ottati</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/ashley-marley-and-brittany-patterson.html">Brittany Patterson</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/jamese-sheffield.html">Jamese Sheffield</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/leigh-ann-sherman.html">Leigh-Ann Sherman</a><br /><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/christian-stenzel.html">Christian Stenzel</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://sothereshs.blogspot.com/2010/05/keyona-walton.html">Keyona Walton</a></span><br /></div>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-60883798409393611552010-04-01T11:42:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:45:34.314-07:00Megan Hosier<span style="font-size:130%;">Drizzle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It drums</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">rhythmically</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">on the high topped</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">trees</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">as rhythmic as </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Puerto Rico's coqui.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It bathes every leaf and quenches</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">the gluttonous soil.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The coquis serenade the night</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Puerto Rico</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It's the isla I will never</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">know</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">mi isla,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">like the rain never leaves</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">its forest</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">you will never leave</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">my heart.</span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775888192700868492.post-28726564803367273712010-04-01T11:31:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:34:45.525-07:00Vanessa Chunoo<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Like an angry dragon</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">seeking its</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">REVENGE</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">destroying everything it comes across . . . </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">with its blistering fiery breath</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">destroying the land</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">hovering above the earth, watching its</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">DESTRUCTION</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">it silently leaves, flying away</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">but in close distance</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">so you can still</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">see it. . . </span>Schenectady High Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18073093447393555192noreply@blogger.com