Billy and Bonnie's Sestina

this is my attempt at a sestine. i know some things seem repetitive but i actually did the last stanza first. ...it's actually a quote from the book The Candlestone by Bryan Davis. That's where the title comes from. Billy and Bonnie don't really have anything to do with the poem but i couldn't think of a title.

I can see nothing past the red
Screen before my eyes. No longer black and white
But scarlet and black. A crimson darkness
Never to be pierced by the light.
It’s hard to have faith
In something that’s nowhere in sight.

Tears have dimmed my sight.
It’s hard to believe my emotions can’t be read
On my heart. Like a white
Sheet of paper, clean and untouched by darkness,
I want to be brought into the light
But I don’t know where to put my faith.

I no longer have faith
That spring is in sight
A burning red
Flame consumes my heart as I stare at a sheet of white.
As I watch the darkness
Settle, I long for daylight.

My eyes ache for light.
How can I have faith
When I no longer have any sight?
How can I hide these crimson red
Stains when I possess nothing pure white
To cover up my darkness?

Where can I hide from darkness
In my own soul? Is there no light
That can pierce my faithless
Heart and help me regain my sight?
Can no one take this blood red heart and make it white?

I know you can make me whiter
Than the bitter cold darkness
I live in. you are the light
That can return faith
To those who have lost their sight
Of your blood flowing red.

Red will be made white.
Darkness will be made light.
Faith will be made sight.

Remembering

A shining blade, sharper than any other, driven into my soul.
Where can I go to escape the pain?
Everywhere I turn I find it.
It digs deeper and deeper into my gut.
My whole body aches in agony.
Tears fill my eyes for the rest I have lost.
I long for the days of love,
When all were together and nothing could separate us.
Our lives were like the earth:
Firm, solid, unbreakable.
But slowly a crack forms,
Each day growing – until now.
Now the crack burst open wide.
My world is shaken by the impact.
A gap has formed between us,
And now we must each go on alone,
Living with the agonizing love and the hopeful sorrow…

…Of memories.

Class Quotes

"I didn't know eggplants could be so sexy." - Mrs. H

"And they are coming in uniform -- but without their hats on" -Mrs. McKeever (on the day we were discussing whether or not Sapphira Adi's Cinderella had a dress on!)

"Okay, so this book is on crack." - Jude Magdenburg, then Mrs. H.

"He is very zen." - Mrs. H.

"I lost the Jamaican summer night with the 'swishy swish.'" - Mrs. H, about Dancing Flame's haiku sequence.

"Do you speak languages?" - Elle

"My hands are sticky." - Emoesque

"No penguins allowed." - Mrs. H

"Gimme some Pop Rocks!" - CJRockstar

"Cha ching." [check marks for meter on the board]

"METER FAIL!"

"Grammar is a vehicle for meaning." - Mrs. H

New Hope

Epic Fail!

"My mom told me after my birthday party: 'Your friends are all so pretty, why don't you take tips from them?'" - Elle
"I guess I wasn't at that party!" - Dancing Flame

"Make it more sensory, so you can see it." - Mrs. H.
"Well, it doesn't matter, 'cause she's blind anyway." - Dancing Flame

"You've got one leg, Ashley." - James Bond

"...novel writers." - Mrs. H
"You mean novelists?" - Elle

Dripping Lies.

Hey guys, I just wrote this and wanted to get it up here before you guys all forget about the blog. I know this isn't my best work, nor is it very characteristic of my writing. I'd appreciate any comments/critique.





I'm sorry.
But i hate you.
That was the worst
Of all betrayals.
You asked me for my frail glass
Heart.
Just to smash it
With my hammer.

At your request I gave up
One-time celebrations.
In order to support you
Moving on.
But you quickly filled my place
With other people.
They will leave you soon enough;
They don't care
What pain you've been through.

You're the Judas
Of our story. So, please
Just finish the job.
Was all that silver
Worth it?
Was it worth more than my
Heart?

I'll be gluing back
These thousand pieces of my heart--
Thanks to you.
I once hoped that you'd be happy; now i hope you never
Rest. Don't rest.
For i've never been real bitter,
save for now;
save towards you.

extra letters

Dear *****
I miss the real you when we go and drive when we have our talks and when you don’t get angry. Every time we come home it’s a hole other side of you get mad because someone is getting on you nerve. When you’re at home I just stay away because I can’t stand the yelling. I mean yes I get mad to and then start yelling at you because you’re yelling. Yelling about stupid things and then laugh about it when it’s all over. I might laugh about it but it still hurts when we do yell and I just want it to stop. I just want a relationship with you and talk to you without getting yelled at. I remember the other day I left my phone on the piano you took it and put it in your pocket about 15 minutes I asked you did you take my phone you said no. then I asked you again you still said no. then I started looking around the house looking stupid. You started laughing and I said to you give me my phone. You did take it you lied to me that’s when I decided not to trust you. I want to trust you but I just can’t.
~love CJ~

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.

the aborted...

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.

Letter

Hey this letter was written to release some anger built up inside. I know the letter assignment is done, but I felt that ! should post this.

Dear -------.
Do you remember when we slept over each others’ houses? Do you remember our numerous boy-talks? Do you remember our shared secrets? Do you remember the many lunches we ate together? Do you remember the times when you came over and swam? Do you remember when you actually included me in everything? Do you remember talking to me without me having to start the conversation? Do you remember when our conversations were heart-felt and not fake and forced? Honestly, do you remember me? We may go to the same school and walk in the same halls. Our lockers are practically right next to each other. We are in almost all the same classes.
Why? That’s all I want to know. Why? Why won’t you hang out with me anymore? Why don’t you smile at me in the halls? Why do you always have to correct me? Why do you try to find faults in my actions and answers? Why do you butt into conversations I’m in, then totally dis-clude me? Why did you throw me away? Why did you stab me in the back? Why do you ignore me when I’m right in front of you? Why do you pretend I’m invisible? Why did you turn the knife and stab me again when I was already bleeding? Why?
You might be wondering what I am talking about. See, While you’ve been having fun with all of your friends, I’ve backed away and found girl who include me in everything, who care about my feelings, who care when I’m hurt, who kindly correct me when I’m wrong. I have feelings too. You are not the only one with problems. The world does not revolve around you. And you are not always right. I’m just as smart as you, no matter what you think. I’m equal to you, even though you think of me as inferior. Thanks for turning your back on me when I needed you the most. You are a true friend.
~Mandy

The Romance

The music begins
I am held by loving arms
He gently kisses my head
Warmth spreads over my body
I am loved.
He picks me up and twirls me in the air
I am thrilled.
Something catches my eye
A dark, foreboding, but handsome face
It is attracting.
I slip away from the arms of the One who loved me
I step towards the open arms of the other man
But the moment I am in his arms
His gentle smile becomes cruel and hideous.
I reach out for Love
But the Dark One pulls me down.
He won’t let go.
The One I left stands alone
Tears streaming down His face
I cry out for Him
Gently, He releases me from my captor…
And takes my place.
I watch as the Dark One torments Him
He is beaten, bruised, and bloody.
I couldn’t bear to look at Him.
But He looked at me
He opened His arms wide to show me
He still loved me.
Then He died.
The music stopped
I fell to the floor weeping as my enemy crept toward me
He stood above me now.
He bent down to get me off the floor
When suddenly the ground shook
He fell to his knees as I looked around in wonder
I looked towards the One who loved me
He wasn’t there
His body wasn’t there
I turned and saw the Dark One on his knees
He was hiding his face from Him
The One who I saw die
The One who I thought was dead
The One who had taken my place
The One who forgave me
The One who loved me
Was alive!
Silently He glared at the enemy
Who, like the coward he was, crept away in defeat
Then He looked at me
He held out His hand and smiled.
I looked at the offered hand
There was something there that wasn’t there before
Proof of His love
I took the hand and He lifted me from the floor
I looked away from Him
Tears of shame flowed down my face
Sobs shook my body
He held me close and wiped away the tears
He held out His hand again
I look at the scar in His wrist
I am speechless
The music begins again
I am held by loving arms
He gently kisses my head
Warmth spreads over my body
I am loved.