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Satish Verma, 9 june 2015

Falling Seed

This world was too much.
in him.
Sometimes he wanted
to go insane.
(He was talking to himself).

He cared too much
of things and people around him,
but it splits
like a dry pod, the life,
in throes of running
to save a falling seed.

Yields his whole earned silence,
starts turning the pages
of a soiled book
lost in the attic of grief.

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angelique, 8 june 2015

Trail of tears

There is a place where bad things happened
People know it by name but choose not to say
The events that happened there can make one saddened
A place where many waked past day by day

The name of this place is unspoken of, but never forgotten
The settlers here call themselves oakies
They were the ones that taunted
And made the eyes of the tortured smoky.

Man wanted more
So people had to leave
To where nobody was sure.
The men did not care, consumed by all of their greed

So these people were put in a line and told to walk
To their new homes they were told they’d find
By men with guns they’d be mocked
They did not know that this walk would lead to their demise
So these people walked and walked till days end
For weeks and weeks with no break
But no matter how hard they cried, the men’s hearts would not bend.
Starvation and exhaustion would cause them to break

And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.

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angelique, 8 june 2015

with whom my heart lies

Big man who has
Light eyes
When it comes time to
Use the knife
Don’t worry for
I’ll still love
You,
Please go the place where we first met
Lie in the sand
Under the palms you hated
You’re wrong about everything for
It’s where the beauty lies
I will always
Love you,
One cannot deny the love we
Shared will go on
Forever, kisses
Will never fade for
You gave me
Everything and I’ll still love
You,
For I am at the fate of my own
Hands, yours are old
Scared, and almost as big
As you heart
For you
Have always stayed by
My side, in both
Good times and bad, you have
Never
Once left me alone , and I
Cherish our time together in
Each others arms
Throughout the night and the mornings that would
Follow
For I’ll always
Love you,
Man with light eyes please forgive
Me, for
When I use the
Knife, I’ll still love
You.

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marielle, 8 june 2015

daddy

how could he
leave me?
how could daddy leave me?
he was supposed to be my
best friend forever.
he was supposed to take
pictures with my at my first prom,
and walk me down the aisle
when the time came.
he was supposed to scare off
any boys that came around,
and protect me from whatever
life threw at me.
how could
daddy leave me?
why would he do that?
who’s going to take naps with me?
who’s going to take my side when
me and matty fight?
who’s going to let me eat
spongebob mac and cheese
and oreos for dinner?
daddy wake up
let’s go
let’s get out of here.
let’s go to the little store
down the street.
you can get me those big gum balls
that i can barely chew
because my teeth aren’t strong enough yet.
daddy.
how could you leave me?
daddy please.
wake up.
what am i going to do without you?
i need you.

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marielle, 8 june 2015

no title

it feels like i’m drowning.
like i’m being sucked down by an
undertow
and the weight of the waves
becomes too heavy to stay afloat,
and continue fighting.
my head was once filled with
smiles and laughter
and has now been consumed
by darkness,
and no matter how hard
i fight,
the current is stronger.
i can feel myself getting pulled
down
faster and faster,
but no longer resist it.
i let it take me down
because i’m not sure what’s worse;
The current below me or my inability to swim.

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angelique, 8 june 2015

You shall cry for the little boy

You shall cry for the little boy
Who was all alone
You shall cry for the little boy
Who’s small and on his own

You shall cry for the little boy
He had nowhere to go
You shall cry for the little boy
He saw you as his own

You shall cry for the little boy
That wound up in your home
You shall cry for the little boy
Was stronger than you known

You shall cry for the little boy
Who you’d hit and beat
You shall cry for the little boy
Who had no ends to meet

You shall cry for the little boy
Who walked on coals of fire
You shall cry for the little boy
Whose heart was barbed by wire

You shall cry for the little boy
For the love that was denied
You should cry for the little boy
Emotions kept inside

You shall cry for the little boy
That went through hell and back
You shall cry for the little boy
Brave enough to come back

You shall cry for the little boy
For your many hateful words
You shall cry for the little boy
His sight with tears was blurred

You shall cry for the little boy
The boy who cries inside
You shall cry for the little boy
The boy who is grown and no longer hides

You shall cry for the little boy
Who fell helpless to your hands
You shall cry for the little boy
For he became a great man

You shall cry for the little boy
For he will thrive in life
You shall cry for the little boy
But you shall die in the night

You shall cry for the little boy
And he will think of you, not
You shall cry for the little boy
For you will be in the ground,
Beginning to rot

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Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

Farewell School Poem

Tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…
We count down our time here on this internal clock.
Our days here are quickly coming to their ends.
As it is almost time to say good bye to all of our friends.

Memories that feel as if
they were yesterday.
Quickly turning to flashes of moments
that seem to fade away.

People we once knew
we may look at in ten years
without the slightest clue.
And we may even think to ourselves who.

The times here we once shared,
may feel as if they were never there.

Years fly.
People die.
ANs you never know when could be your last
good bye.

I sometimes wish I could turn back time.
And cherish what is rightfully mine.

Or go back even more.
To those childhood memories which lure.

We’re gonna miss the way school can
make one feel.
We’ll miss the friends
and memories that felt so real.

We’ll move ahead and not look back.
We won’t worry about past slack.

Reality will start today.
Our past mistakes will fade away.

Looking in the mirror,
It may come as a surprise,
the completely different
people we see in each other’s eyes.

We will rise
to reach any prize.
And we will fall.
But that can only help us to grow tall.

We’ll enter the world,
With smiles on our faces.
Ready to make this world
a better place.

Although our time here at gami is done,
We’ll take the life lessons we’ve learned and run.
We may forget the little things.
But never ever will we forget all that life can bring.

And if we’re ever caught in a slum,
We must never forget where we come from.
Absegami will always be here.
A home to us that is always near.

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marielle, 8 june 2015

i am now who i want to be

it's funny
how empty you can feel
even when
everything's going the way you want.
it's funny how sometimes
no matter how hard you try,
you just can't bring yourself to smile
and mean it.
it’s funny how i feel a heartbeat
but sometimes
when i looked in the mirror;
my eyes were dead,
and no amount of makeup could conceal that.
no amount of drugs,
alcohol,
or sex
could override that emptiness.
it’s incredible how much can change
over the course of just one year.
it’s beautiful what i’ve found.
what i found gave me hope
when i was sure there was none left.
its something that makes me feel alive.
it consumes me
and angers me
and mostly scares me beyond compare,
but it’s real.
it’s a feeling.
it’s a thousand feelings morphed into
one single word.
it’s the most empowering thing i’ve ever felt.
it brought me out of such a dark abyss
that i had presumed i’d stay in
for many more years to come.
it was the one thing that
kept me going
when i was ready to give up.
it’s the feeling of home
without a house,
because my house was never a home.
it’s what made me believe in myself.
it’s what gave me the power to control
each and every one of my feelings,
while at the same time
giving that power to someone else.
it’s what i know will destroy me with time,
but for now it all seems worth it.
it was falling in love for the first time,
and not knowing what to expect.
it’s writing shitty poems for people who
couldn’t care less,
but writing them anyway
to acknowledge that change is possible;
to acknowledge how much i’ve grown,
and to acknowledge that i am ten times better
than who i was just last year.
i have filled the holes that resided
throughout my soul,
and regained the life in my eyes.
i am now who i want to be.

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Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

Haunted House

For so long no one knew,

About the little house that was blue.

It had been there, lonely for years.

Now all I hear about are the fears.

My brother told me someone died.

But I really hope he had lied.

Because that would mean there’s a ghost.

And if that’s true and I go in, I’m toast!

And mommy and daddy would miss me lots.

Because me and my brother are all they gots.

I think it’s worth a try.

But what if I’m next to die?

Off to heaven,

With my old dog, Kevin.

Where we could play all day,

Have fun and lay.

Off to the house I go.

Will I make it out? Who knows!

I approach the great big gate,

Now awaiting my life’s fate.

Creek!

The gate opens as I sneak a quick peek.

And slowly approached the doors,

Waiting to see what lures.

I walked in very slow.

Not making the slightest crow.

There was still furniture in every room.

I heard noise behind me that sounded like a boom.

Closer and closer the sound came.

I’m beginning to see why this house has a lot of fame.

I did not move or twitch.

Not even when I had the slightest itch.

The sound felt as if it were next to me.

I was so afraid to try and flee.

Should I try and peek around and see?

All that the noise could be.

I followed, scared as ever.

Wondering if I’d come back? Maybe never.

The noise was coming from behind a closet door.

My fear began to grow a little more.

I opened it really slow.

Only to feel from behind a great big blow.

I go crashing down to the floor.

I feel like my life will be no more.

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angelique, 8 june 2015

Untitled poem 1

I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life
You came in like a storm
Dark at first
Full of energy
Exciting and new
This lasted for only a little while
For u soon became dark
Mean and standoffish
For what felt like forever
We were at odds
Yet we were not
It took eternity for the
Calm to come
Peacetime arrived
And all was good
However; this small peace
Proved not to last
For soon the darkness came
Once again
And once again the damage was done
And all that was left
Was the little house on the hill
Strong enough to face the darkness
But hurt and somewhat empty by
The storms leaving
For its outer walls may have been strong
Against the storms forces
But inside the house is where the true
Damage was done
And can be found

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Falling Seed

Trail of tears

with whom my heart lies

daddy

no title

You shall cry for the little boy

Farewell School Poem

i am now who i want to be

Haunted House

Untitled poem 1

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