Sestina... maybe?

Well, this was supposed to be a sestina, but I think I failed miserably.

Real Life Fairy-Tale
Have you heard? There's to be a grand ball.
Everyone's invited, every woman in a beautiful gown.
Everyone's invited, that is, except for me.
I must stay home and work. I'm not allowed to go.
My sisters get to go and party all night,
But I'm not as privileged as them, I'm different.

I help my sister put on her gown.
Oh, how I wish things were different.
I wish I had someone to help prepare me,
Wish that I could go to the wonderful ball.
But all I can do is wish them goodnight,
And watch sadly as they go.

I turn dejectedly after they go.
Then, standing before me: a woman who's a little different.
"I'm your fairy-godmother," she tells me.
"And I'm sending you to the ball."
She gives me glass slippers and a beautiful gown.
But warns me to be home by midnight.

A beautiful carriage drives me to the ball.
I dance and twirl all night.
From my normal life, this is very different.
The slippers, the wealth, the gown,
Handsome men wanting to dance with me.
It's amazing how fast that makes time go.

And this is the part where my story is different
From what I'd expect of a ball:
As I'm leaving, I trip over my gown.
My glass shoe breaks, "Are you kidding me?"
It cuts my foot- way to ruin my night!
My foot's now bleeding, I want to stop, but I need to go.

The clock strikes twelve. Oh, no. Midnight.
Now everything changes, it's all different.
And guess what disappears, that's right, my gown.
Now everyone's staring, pointing, and laughing at me.
I want to get out of here, Oh, how different from an hour ago.
I need to get away, what a horrid ball!

So you see, my life is not a grand ball. I have no glass slippers, no gown,
No gorgeous prince to dance with me, I have no where to go.
Real life is very different, there's no such thing as a fairy-tale night.

Sonnet

The stars shine brightly in the dead of night,
to light the way for all who are below.
They light the sky on fire, ablaze each night.
They sparkle fair and shine with beige and gold.

The numbers more then we believe exist;
I’m bound by eyes not able to truly see.
All stars alight, a sweet and gentle kiss,
a gift from God, a peck for you and me.

Together now, in time they all will fade.
They peek with pink and bright colors of day.
And as your sad to see the dark night fade,
the thought of light gives hope just not to lay.

The night and day each with their own appeal;
in perfect harmony, all just ideal.

Form Poem: Sestina

From the beginning I tried my best to make wise
decisions, but now I can't figure out why.
Everything always seems to go wrong with us.
I wonder where we can draw the line? And how does
it cut us? Strangely, I'm dying to see if you can make
the leap over the void that will create this distance.

I keep trying to pinch this distance
you have forced between us, but your wise
expectations find me empty. You can't make
me change to fit your mold. Why
should you alter my character? Does
everything I say affect us?

Let's find something to carry us
back home. Your words are so distant-
the tragedy of this battle. Does
it finally teach us to be wise?
Or will it just prove to us why
this journey is too long to make.

You left. You're gone too long. Don't make
me watch the end of us.
Could you please just tell me why
all we know is distance?
Tell me why I wasn't wise.
This shouldn't happen; it always does.

I shatter. Does
this now make
me see my unwise
apathy toward us?
Now this distance
is too much, why?

Why
does
distance
make
us
wise?

I don't know why. Now we are wise.
Absence does. Again, we are us.
You closed the distance I hated to make.

formal poem

The world is dark and my eyes never wake
My world is smothered by one great night
Nothing pierces the black not even light
My rainbow consists of one color; black

My ears grew weary now my world is mute
All day I sit in this vast empty space
A gush of wind is my greatest delight
My hair blows around like a spool of lace

My flesh hangs off my decrepit frame
My heart slows more with every weary beat
My skin is thin so you can see my veins
My bones have tons of holes from where life seeps
Every day I move closer to being slain
I never stop moving to my final sleep

Random Haiku Set

A blinding fury
Colors flashing in my mind
Rage fills my senses.

A heartbroken calm
Black spots of anger on the
Gray sheet of my heart

The returning rage
Tries to break through the wall of
My peaceful sorrow.

My heart wants to burst.
My hands want to break something.
My throat wants to scream.

You laugh off my pain.
You say it is just a joke.
What’s so amusing?

The fact that I’m hurt
And that the joke was on me?
Is that amusing?

I’ll get over it
But the sound of your laughter
Will not be erased.

It echoes throughout.
I can hear it mocking me
Along with others

It was just a joke.
The pain will soon pass away
But right now- it hurts.

Micah Jacob Gerges

This poem is about my nephew Micah. He was born on Saturday at 10:39 pm and he is the most amazing thing I've ever seen.

When I first saw your tiny face,
It drilled a hole into my heart.
And everything inside drained out
Until I held you in my arms.

I saw you and my arms went stiff,
Then my shoulders started to ache.
I never knew I’d fall in love
With the first glance that I would take.

Your tiny hands and cute little nose,
Your sleep-closed but still beautiful eyes.
I said your name, and I could swear
I saw your lips begin to smile.

God’s awesome wonder shrunk into
The perfect baby that is you.

Haiku x10

High tide approaches;
Water swirling, rushing in-
Anticipation.


Hands intertwining-
Looking out with wistful eyes-
The music pounding.


Green blue and yellow,
Self absorbed-in their own world,
Fish dressed brightly dance.


A heartbeat aligned
To the drum of the water:
A swish, swish, boom, boom


Souls blend as feet move.
Ev’rything ever wanted-
Please don’t wake me up


No past, no future
Save the waves come crashing in.
An endless cycle.


Temp’rature rising.
The water dark and clouded-
Yet the sun is bright


Perspiration drips:
A secret unknown by most,
The world in itself.


Where is this going?
Water forever rising:
A swish, swish, boom, boom


Remembering sand-
Water swirling, rushing back;
Low tide approaches.


-Dancing Flame

attempt at a sonnet

Phillip Olsen, predator in the grass
none of my words could ever describe his stance
as he sleeps wasting away the class
slowly being devoured by the ants


the burly lumberjack is wildly pulling weeds
quickly becoming history in the making
satisfying the courtyard of its yearly grooming needs
winning the good samaritan award with his raking


although in completing our schoolwork we never get far
we have made many memories in the courtyard

Rain

This heroic couplet is short but I like it.

The rain pours mercilessly on me,

It tries to blind me so I can't see.

But I will prove them wrong,

With my journey all along.

Everyone will see me soaring,

The rain will stop pouring.

Meter Fail

So...this is super late.

Cinderella- rags to riches
Scrubbing floors to secret wishes.
Sweet Prince Charming, royal ball.
Lucky girl- she has it all.

I'm an ordinary lonely girl.
No hopes or dreams to change the world.
Brown hair, blue eyes, plain pale face.
Wondering why my life is such a waste.

This is reality; enjoy your stay.
Wake up and try to survive the day.
Spend your nights writing dreary songs
About running away and moving along.

The real world has no magic wishes,
No glass slippers, no unplanned kisses.
Us hopeless girls will never understand
Why teenage "romance" hurts so bad.

Baby Bunny

Baby Bunny

I am a baby bunny in a nest.
Mommy makes a fur blankie to keep warm.
She tells me to stay hidden from the pest.
In a few weeks my eyes, ears, and legs form.

Wait! A human woke me up from my sleep.
It picked me up and held me, I was shaking.
I called mom and from the hand I did leap.
I ran fast an escape I was making.

I am nocturnal so I eat at night.
When the sun comes up I sleep until dark.
My mom watches over me but not in sight.
From her I learn and press toward the mark.

Cute, precious, smart, small, soft, and really funny.
This is my view of a baby bunny.

Meter Poem

Days and Nights Come and Go
Years and Months Fly by Us
As time moves along
You go through the challenges the Lord gives you
You look back to see where time has gone
and find yourself craving the future
As you jump into the unknown
You must hold your breath and
remember that the Lord brought you here
You must pray for wisdom for tommorrow
For you will climb mountains
just to reach the top and
look back to see that it was small
compared to the mountain ahead

Help

She cries alone inside her room,
Hoping someone will save her soon.
Abused, alone, and terrified,
She needs somebody by her side.

He’s hangin’ out with all his friends,
‘Cause here the party never ends.
He’s alright, or so he thinks,
As long as there is more to drink.

Outside, she says her life is great,
But deep inside, her life she hates.
With every man with whom sleeps,
The hole inside her grows more deep.

He keeps on getting rude remarks.
He’s bullied just because he’s smart.
He’s beat up, bruised, and all alone.
He needs a place to feel at home.

Scars are running up and down
Her body, from inside and out.
Scars that other people left
With hatred and abandonment.

He holds a gun in trembling hands.
He can’t comply with life’s demands.
But something deep inside him cries
For one more chance to live his life.

Why do we refuse to touch
These hearts and lives that have been crushed?
We say we care but they don’t know.
They won’t until we let it show.

Do you Fade with the Seasons?

These feelings of nostaliga are more than bitter-sweet
Regret dwells within as I lay asleep
Permenant feelings like marks in concrete
Remain with me remorseful, remaining deep

My heart has ruptured and caused my fatality
I search for you among the living, but find you no longer
Where are you now as I mourn your loss and our reality?
Of these questions, I remain unanswered and I wander

Our oppurtunity, now wasted, from your silent glare
These feelings like seasons they soon pass away
Do you see me come back where upon your grave I stare?
Who knew it'd be so cold in the month of May?

These leaves of thoughts un-blown by the wind
Desperately I crush them, beneath my bleeding feet
These feelings now become my one true sin
And as I walk among tombstones we anxiously meet

I thought you were dead and buried 'beneath the light of the moon
But now your seen here alive and waiting by your grave
And as you linger you say, "I knew you'd be here soon"
But what made me tremble, "This we cannot save"

Your lips move but your sound is quenched, a horrific hestitation
I wait for your reply, watching you fearfully, I sigh
You look away, loathing me in my mesmeration
You open your mouth and from your lips pour lies

I'm shocked, "Why now are you saying this?"
He no longer moves, paled with death returning
"Was all that we had utterly meaningless?"
He falls back to his grave, dirt over top of him churning

I scream, but fail to sway in my stance
Again he leaves, I'm silent in fear
I can do nothing to mend this hurt
I whimper and fall in my own wretched tears

"I will not let this happen" I dig into the pit
"I can save him, I can save what we were"
Within me a new fire, desperation is lit
I uncover his face, and now my vision blurs

He is not coming back, long been deparated
No breath from his lips, no light in his eyes
He is not coming back, all thoughts restarted
Never again shall his body arise

-- Emoesque

Meter Poem

Your love crosses my mind all day

Yet I’m left with nothing to say

I save your messages to hear your voice

You've left me with no other choice

Your love puts me in my own hell

I've wrapped myself up in my own spell

The tears I cry nightly

Won’t bother you slightly

The love I once felt

Has now made my heart melt

I’m going to love you forever

Even though we can’t be together

Metered Poem

Who is this girl who's walking through my life?
She wears my clothes, she's living in my skin.
And yet, this cheerful girl cannot be me.
She smiles at life, she's laughing with my friends,
She looks so happy, she just can't be me.
'Cause inside I feel nothing but sorrow.
The smiling face is all I chose to show.
And so this pain I hide, no one will see.

Meter Poem

The sun set on the faded ocean sky.

A blushing pink and red and blue and gold.

Now, in this moment all seems so surreal!

My eyes can't grasp the beauty of the sun

and all the golden colors shining bright.

Soon this beauty will all be forgotten

and we will go about our normal night,

forgetting beauty that had just occurred.

Sun set forsaken until the next day

with colors just as gorgeous as before.

meter poem

I wonder where one’s true beauty is found.
The press tells me it lives on my body;
The Bible tells me it lives inside me.
My mind tells me I have no true beauty;
My dreams tell me it’s locked in a tower.
Its hard to beleive the Bible sometimes.
All around me people say different things.
Everything seems so hypocritical,
It leaves me questioning one’s true beauty.

His Love♥

The days fly by in my whole life.
My life is tight in a strong knot.
It is held down with long hard strife.
I try to run from this a lot.

I run to God to help me through.
He’s helped me in times no one could.
He’s there for me, his love is true.
His mercy strong, his grace is good.

I want to be freed from my past.
His death and blood cleared all my sin.
The last is first, and first is last.
He cares for all, and all who’ve been.

Jesus is mine forever more.
It’s something you should not ignore.

Something Akin to Sorrow:

The sound of rain drowns out the sound of pen
And pencil scratching in my weary head.
Why haven’t you come see me yet today?
Am I only a friend to pass the time
When others have a better place to be?
To me, you mean much more than hours spent.
Let’s run away and leave a world behind!
Or ‘till I die, I’ll sit and write sad words
With tears and sighs just wishing in the rain.


-Dancing Flame

rhyming poem??

random poem...couldnt think of anything to write about and i made up a random rhyme scheme

You protect me from my failing plans
You save me from my own ignorance
You cradle me in your loving palms
You rescue me from my own transgressions
You redeemed me on Calvary’s cross
You discipline me with love and kindness

You don’t spite me and mock my failing plans
You don’t drown me in my ignorance
You don’t fling me from your palms
You don’t suffocate me in my own transgressions
You don’t hide from the cross
You don’t discipline me with fire and whips
But Satan does…

Good Friday

I started writing this poem a week ago. I didn’t even realize it was going to be about today until Sunday. Sorry it took so long. =P

Anxiously waiting, fearful of death
The spirit is willing, not so the flesh.

Arrested and judged by sinful men,
Then beaten and mocked, then beaten again.

Allowed no rest, You’re taken outside
For once again You will be tried.

Since no fault was found they took You away
To see what another would have to say.

King Herod holds a “trial” by name.
And here the verdict is just the same.

Now they must take You back once again
To the place from which You were last sent.

Pilate sentence You to be flogged,
Hoping to please the angry mob.

Exhausted and weary, broken and tired,
A moment of rest was all You desired.

But You were brought before the people once more
And weak from the beating You fell to the floor.

The people there watching shouted aloud.
“Crucify Him!” was the cry of the crowd.

Trying to keep the nails from Your hands,
Not wanting to give in to their demands,

Trying to please the people he saw,
Pilate remembered a part of the law.

He gave them a choice between the two:
A murderer and the King of the Jews.

They shouted all the louder now.
“Free Barabbas!” shouts the crowd.

And so the decision had been made
And on Your back the beam was laid.

As splinters dig into Your skin
Your final journey now begins.

You struggled just to take a step
As people all around You wept.

You silently pray for the strength You lack
While the cross grows heavy on Your back.

Finally, the weight of the cross came down
And brought Your weary body to the ground.

The cross is too heavy, the burden too great.
Your body pinned down by this hideous weight.

Then right out of nowhere, the pressure is gone.
The cross has been lifted and now You go on.

You watch as a soldier transfers the beam
To the soldiers of a man from Cyrene.

As You stumble on, You hear the crowd’s scorns
Mocking Your soiled, imperfect form.

When You lift up Your weary head,
You see Your road has finally come to an end.

The cross is picked up and gently put down
While soldiers grab You and You’re thrown to the ground.

The breath knocked from Your lungs, the shred of Your back torn,
Your scalp impaled by ever-piercing thorns.

The soldiers drive nails into Your wrists with violence.
Cries of pain and agony shattering the silence.

As the cross is lifted into place,
The crowd mocks Your groans of pain.

Then Your feet put together, the nail driven in
Piercing through Your tender skin.

The soldiers’ tasks are finally through.
“Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.”

Some people are shocked, amazed and perplexed.
The Pharisees are angry, confused and vexed.


The crowd starts to lessen, some start to leave,
While You hang there, struggling, trying to breathe.

Inexpressible agony, turmoil, and shame.
Every motion causing more searing pain.

Then You look up and see the very last face
You could ever wish to see in this place.

The face of a woman, stained with her tears.
The face of Your mother, now filled with fear.

The physical pain of pushing up to exhale,
The emotional pain of giving her to John’s care.

Your body sinks down, cramps take control.
You weary eyes closed, Your head hanging low.

This is the image of Your perfect love:
God’s punishment poured out on His perfect Son.

The sky starts to darken with no sign of clouds,
Scaring away most of the crowd.

Your tongue starts to swell, Your throat parched and dry,
And longing for water, You let out a cry.

What others call cruelty the soldiers called mercy:
Giving vinegar to a Man who was thirsty.

The hour has come. It’s finally the end.
You surrender You spirit to the Father’s hands.

Then pushing Yourself up the last time that day,
You cried, “It is finished!” The dept has been paid.

Now what does this have to do with me?
I believe He did this to set me free.

And I also believe that on that day,
He was thinking of me the entire way.

Every step, every wound, every drop of blood.
I know that He was thinking of us.

Every moment and second of that fateful day
He was thinking of each of us by name.

Every second of the day that He died
The face of a sinner flashed before His eyes.

That’s why He held on and went all the way.
“It is Finished!” He cried. The debt has been paid.

Hero

Do you know that you hurt me?
I loved you- I still do.
You're my sister, my friend, my hero.
All I wanted was to be like you.

But as I grew, I learned
You weren't what I wanted to be.
Your life was headed the wrong way,
But that was something I didn't see.

Now I know how mistaken you were;
Your life was full of darkness and sin.
I want to show you the truth, the light,
But you're not willing to let Him in.

Won't you listen to what I say?
Become the girl I thought you were.
Then maybe you will be a hero someday.

Dogs are Man's Best Friend

Dogs, they say are mans best friend.
They stay with you no matter what the cause.
Dogs are spunky, but yet they sleep all curled.
Dogs are obedient, so shake their paws.

You can train your dog to do tasks and tricks.
Reward your dog when he does what you want.
When he is pleased, he comes to you and licks.
Treat your dog with kindness; do not ever taunt.

dogs are protectors when danger is near.
Dogs are compassionate when you feel blue.
When dogs want something they are very clear.
Grooming and feeding your dog you must do.

Dogs can become a big part of your life.
Love your dog each day as you would your wife.

Rhyming Poem

I hear the engine of your car.
I can't bear to watch you leave.
You're probably not gonna get too far,
but nothing's changing if I plead.

Either you tell me what I did wrong
or I'll keep making excuses for you.
All I know is that you've moved along.
I'll drown for awhile but I'll make it through.

Now you won't have to see me anymore.
I'm all alone to fight this fear.
If you ever regret slamming that door
please know that you're not welcome here.

Rhyming poem

My heart is being torn in two
The wound is still fresh, and stinging with pain
I just cannot seem to even begin to understand you.
Why aren’t we enough? Do we cause you shame?

Do not sign that paper.
Do not swear by that oath.
Please, just tell me, who am I to blame?

Why won’t you look deep into their eyes?
Why do you refuse to see the pain,
that I pray won’t lead to their demise?
I can feel the terror on their hearts. What could you possibly gain?

You are killing them!
You are never here or looking, but I see
the fear and torture I pray will mend.
But I fear that only a lifetime could even begin to slightly ease.

They do not deserve this,
they gave you nothing but love.
Yet not, I feel all our hopes throttling into a black abyss.
I just want to try to shield out the pain with my covers!

I hope this does not tear us beyond repair,
my heart could not begin to handle that.
I want to scream to everyone that this is not fair!
But I am helpless, and my screams silent.

I can only pray,
and hope in my dreams that this nightmare will go away!
Although I know, that when I awake,
I will be forced to cope with this horrible dream day after weary day.

Wingless Dove

I’m sorry that I can’t get over it;
I should let you go but I can not move,
Your words are tearing me up bit by bit,
And yet I stand here like a wingless dove.
My heart stays frozen as my body falls,
I am a heap of sand washing away.
My being is dying to shed these walls,
If I trudge on my memories my fray,
You left me empty, lonely with my fears.
I wish I were a dove so light of heart,
Then I could rid my shattered heart of tears.
I would forget you but I’m in too far.
As if you never spoke those words of hate
I will be waiting, for you are my fate.

Hate Within

I feel like my life is just crap
Everything seems like a trap
But everyone disagrees
Who are they to judge me
I'm bound to get hurt in some way
I don't give a damn what people say
Everyone should mind their business
This isn't kindergarten so what is this
I think all of this is a bunch of s**t
You might as well teach a six year old to take a hit
They'll end up just as messed up as I am
Become isolated like a clam
Hating people who talk behind my back
They are dummies on crack
I feel more worthless then the cheapest gem
I don't understand them
Its my turn to speak out
I don't care if i have to shout
Its not me you have to fear
Its the hate that brings the tears
The hate within brings out the worst in me.

Heart to Heart

It’s cracked, smashed, and strewn across the floor.

Isn’t our friendship valuable anymore?

We were tighter than you-know-who’s favorite pants.

My first sleepover and oh-so-many rants,

Those memories have always brought smiles to my face.

But now your voice only delivers

Bitterness and curses that make me shiver.

Come on girl, this just isn’t cool,

You always knew how to act, knew what to do.

Always the role model, making the pace,

Can this ever be repaired?

Could we ever forget everything we’ve shared?

Have we both changed so much,

That our hearts can no longer touch

And blend like one person again?

Please tell me that none of this is true.

I don’t think that this heart would work without you.

So let’s apologize and forget what’s been said;

We can erase this story, it hasn’t yet been read.

Hand in hand, you and I will walk around this bend.

The Cut

The Cut

My heart is bounded in steel-iron chains
Shackled and tortured, it bleeds from your game
It churns with sorrow, from being blatantly spurned
I wish you hadn't come back, I wish you hadn't returned

You came and abused me, you wanted a gory encore
Decieved me, then left me for dead in my blood on the floor
You cut your name in my skin over my fluttering heart
That razors edge so sharp, cut deep from our start

Now black do I bleed, and ill do I feign
These cuts on my chest are all that remain
I can't wait for their healing, these scars they grow worse
Your name branded on my body is your death wish, your curse

I can remember you pull that sheet over me, yards of cambric
And as everything paled, I saw your eyes shine Sadistic
You desired my ruin and more, to melt my wings that made me free
And as Icarus, you wanted me to fall from glory and drown in the sea

Now your tears burn red and your blood burns black
And this sin that you've conjured will one day come back
And with the dead I will rise in the full of the moon
And I'll take your life, and wrap you in your my own cambric tomb

- Emoesque

Un-Named

I sit here and I see a blank screen.
I’ll remain here forever, or till I’m 19.
Normally poetry is a delight,
But I can’t envision anything to write.
Earlier topics for this assignment,
Were in my very intelligent alignment.
At the moment I can’t imagine anything new.
And I really want to bid you Adieu!
My mind is exerting all possible words,
But it seems to be functioning backwards.
Out of all this babbling stupidity,
I seem to own an un-known ability.
I have composed a masterpiece.
That now is finally about to decease.

Meter poem

As one who has almost completed my four years,
I would like to impart some wisdom for you to hear.
There are many lessons I have learned in that time,
Most you will have to learn for yourself along the line.

Avoid being the typical, shallow and petty girl,
Teenagers like that make me want to hurl.
There’s more to life then what you see in the mirror,
Perfecting that will not make your life any clearer.

Do not let anyone take away your confidence.
Why should what they think make a difference?
Do not conform to fit the stereotypical mold,
Be yourself and let your own personality unfold.

Enjoy your time in high school while it lasts,
Don’t take a moment for granted; it will go by fast.
Always remember there’s more to life then boys,
Be sure not to miss out on any of life’s joys.

Rhyming Poem

Plaid Skirts and Polo Shirts

Looking back into the past

makes me realize life is going by way too fast.

I now appreciate my carefree days

as I seek to find my way through life's crazy maze.

Freshman year was full of ups and downs;

old friends lost and new friends found.

Building new friendships, stregthening old,

giggling at sleepovers while secrets are told.

Summertime comes bringing its usual relief,

enjoying endless days and nights while holding on to the belief,

That these are the best times ever

in that sweet, sweet summer weather.

But then fall comes around and school once again,

the first day I'm ready to catch up with my friends.

Tenth grade was a time of laughter and fun,

being with friends and not getting much done.

Summer came and went with its usual speed,

there were whispers of college but I paid them no heed.

Junior year my world turns upside-down,

smiling on the outside, trying to cover a frown.

Homework, S.A.T's, papers, and tests,

trying to determine which college is best.

After one last summer, I'm ready for senior year,

leaving my mark, before I depart with tears.

Making memories that will last forever,

wishing we could always stay together.

The future is a huge uncertain abyss,

when high school is over I will certaintly miss,

All the joys and the hurts,

in those plaid skirts and polo shirts.

Rhyming Poem

Disney

I drive to my Aunt's house
So we can go see Mickey Mouse
We will have so much fun
We will be tanning in the sun

We will have to travel far
But it will not leave a scar
Because we will stop at Cracker Barrel
My life will not be left in peril

Disney is the place where my dreams come true
Where I can splash in the water so blue
Taking naps in midday
So at night I can be happy and gay

Space Mountain is my favorite ride
If I said it is not scary, I lied
My favorite place on earth
ever since my birth

Battle Cry

Dear Editor,

Recently, I was watching Acquire the Fire: a show focused on teens and their problems. 35% of adults today are Christians. At the current rate of evangelism, 4% of our generation will be Christians by the time we’re 20. More and more our generation is pulled down by what media tells us to do. The statistics are rising and we are falling. Suicide, shootings, sex, rape, abortion, drugs, alcohol; it’s all happening too much and too often. And it’s no wonder knowing what we’re shown wherever we go. I understand that everybody has temptations, but why do the media have to shove them in our faces? Violence is shown on TV shows, movies, etc. Kids are told that drugs make them feel good; alcohol takes the pain away. And a person can’t go to the store without seeing a magazine with the word SEX written in big, bold letters. We need to do something. We have to speak up and show our generation what’s happening to them, to us. We need to stand up to the media and let our voice be heard. “The future of this nation depends on capturing the hearts of this generation.”

Samantha

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I will write another peom later using the first line as a metaphore for Christ too.


My blood will pierce the white that blankets your shame.
As long as you live my blood pulses through your heart.
My blood spews from gashes never to be healed.
You cannot wash my blood away, I will always remain.
I am a swarm of dark secrets suffocated from the light.
You made your choice, why couldn’t I make mine?
Does it bother you that I am still around?
Does it hit a nerve when dad begs for a kid but you’ve been broken?
Are you not tired of all the lies, I want to be heard.
I want them to know how you killed me.
I want them to know how you signed my life away.
I want them to hear my silent scream.
I want you to feel my pain.