Room 132

The inner linings of my core,
blown to bits and then somehow peiced together by time,
And several band-aids,
There’s never a fault to be given,
The thought is just to large,

I’m a bright star with more edges,
then I should have,
print off a copy and maybe,
just maybe,
they’ll sell for a thousand currencies,

I try stuffing my words like pillows,
fighting for something important to say,
now, if there were a non-physical entity for preteen girls,
Beleive me, I’d be screwed over,
Still hanging onto the phone,

Hours and hours,
owning myself and everything else,
time passing,
key-lime ice cream melting over the side,
going,
going,
going,
insaneinsaneinsane!

[Note: I know, I know, it's awkward and cliche, and you probably don't get it.. You don't have to tell me twice..]

~Marie

I sit on the line
My heart beats like crazy
30 seconds to go
Kids yell go, go, go all around me.

I have a big leeward hole
I yell at the people below me to move
Everyone gains speed

3seconds to go
I shoot my bow
Pull in my sail
And blast out in front.

Shimpuku Uezono
L.A. Period 2
10/27/05

I keep receiving a gift that I never stop getting yet,
Not even for a second for it had been flowing into me for my entire existence,
from every second since on the day you were born, for life and eternity even after you’re dead your parents will still love you.
Some do not, how awful it is how they don’t have parents who always loved them,
Because of divorce and problems of this dead corrupted world.
You feel happiness, joy and appreciation with gratitude from this force.
The love from your parents and receiving true love from anything are the greatest gift in the world that anyone can ever ask for.

Whirlwinds of strength
And courage are twisted
Into the only blind horizon
Of what is known as
Jealousy and betrayal.
Men who were once loved
Are now hated for having
A place to sleep.
Cayuse in every direction.
Army planes saving the ones
Staring death in the face.
Why not take me.
Rescuers working
All around me
50 to 100 people died over night.
Death was here,
But he spared me.
With no regret
He is letting me suffer.

My Fireplace

A day after school I went home ate dinner
And turned on my fireplace.
When I turned it on it was like a diminutive sunrise.
Then when I turned it off
it was like a little sunset.
It is somehow like a miniature day.

In some way my fireplace is like a car.
It runs on gas, and soon runs out of gas.
It turns and swirls in the wind
Left and right forward and backward.
Sometimes when I turn it on,
I think “does this fire have a life a soul?”
“Is it trying to get out everyday
I twirl that little fire on?”

I’ll dance to tunes I barely know,
And I’ll clap louder,
Than any other bear you know,
Because that’s what life is for,
Spontanious,
Nerve-wracking,
Rediculous,
Sometimes poised and inane,
Always insane,
Like an loaded gun sitting on the bedside table,
With a white lace doily pattern ‘neath it,
The yellow daisies,
Contrasting the sleek, black, cylidrical barrel,
Is it security?
Or the signed sontract with Satan, himself,
There’s silver bullets inside,
And no hiding from the truth,
They’re waiting to taste your innards,
And kiss your blood,
That would be the fear,

If you know fear like I do,
Then heavy metal music is nothing,
Fear is when nothing else matters,
But everything is relevant,
Sometimes it just feels good,
To put the gun to your head,
Just to hear the explosions…

~Marie
[Note: I edited this one for a reason, so that you might be able to understand more what I was trying to get across. I hope you like it.]

The Lonely Soul

My dog Rocky,

The lonely soul,

He waits by the door,

For me to come,

When I’m home he’ll play all day,

When I’m away he moans.

He cries and whimpers impatiently,

His claws tap on the floor like a train going by,

He gives up the wait and sleeps,

Until I ring the doorbell and he awakens again.

My Window of Dreams

My window that I view from time to time,

I fell the cold air flow through the air,

My eyes race to each object on the lonely street,

The window appears to show everything and everyone.

The window in my bedroom,

My window in my mind,

It gleams out to the reflection of the hot sun,

People and animals alike walk by,

No one notices me,

How I crave to walk with them.

The Metal Monster

A massive marvel,

I watch it tumble and turn with great speeds,

I clench my ticket with my sweaty hand,

The air full of the screams of the people riding the monster.

It was like watching a horror film,

Except I knew I was next,

I climb into the death row seat,

My stomach fluttered,

I am the roller coasters next victim,

Lost Memories

Ripped apart time to time,

It lay in a pool of fluff,

On the cold floor of my bedroom,

Waiting for it’s next battle.

The dog lumbers searching for it,

He knows it’s in the house,

The dog toy fights thundering paws and sharp teeth,

All for the amusement of my dog Rocky.

My shadow is many things
Not just my body
Blocking sun rays from hitting the ground
It also reminds us of the past
And what is behind me
Like when I would play hide-and-go seek
Or dress up
When i was little
I say this because unless I am turned at just the right angle
It is always behind me
It also reminds me
That no matter what

I am never alone
I always have someone to tell my problems
And talk to if im down

The chipped red molecules
Upon my finger tips.

My cuticles bleed from all of the biting.
They sting from all the free running tears.

It burns.

I take the polis,
& Stroke.

The fumes waft through the room.
Through my head.

Unsteadily.
Drifting.

- Shanana

In my dark cold basement
There is one safe place
In my room
Under my striped comforter and baby blue velvet blanket
I feel like a mouse in a house
Yet this is a different house
I feel like a kid
When you use to think that nobody could see you under your blankets
To me my blankets are my personal bubble that nobody can enter or pop
I can think about what ever is on my mind
Nobody can tell me what I am doing wrong
I can be anybody I want
Or just be me
If your looking for me
Under my blankets is where I’ll be

50,50
Right or left
Trying to see where she is going to kick it.
The whole game depends on this kick
I get ready
My heart is beating as fast as a racecar
Everything seems to be in slow motion
I just want it to hurry up
The whistle blows
Everything now stops
I move around
She kicks
I go to the right
I dive
Smash
I land
My whole body feels numb
My right side is killing me
My ribs feel like they will never forgive me
I try to get up
I can’t
I force my body up
I can’t think strait
I look for the ball
It is not in the net
Only a few seconds have pasted by
My side is screaming with joy
Still in pain
I am happy
We won

Curses my pencils gone
It’s lost with out a trace
I spent five hours sharpening it
And now it’s gone
What shall I do?
To the dollar store!
For a pencil new

Not Now! 2

In second grade my pencil left for a land unknown
It’s not under my bed or couch and it can’t be in Rome
I spent five hours sharpening it to get it to this size
The other four a ready to be made into a make shift panpipe
Dear me what shall I do
To the dollar store for a pencil new

I had to do it two times so I hope you like them. I should not write this.

Behind home plate is where I sit,
Up on my haunches,
I stop the ball with all my might,
I guard myself from being hit in the family jules.

The game i s on the line,
It’s my duty to protect my team,
If the ball gets past me it’s not good,
I have to be like a monkey moving around behind home plate.

The fresh dirt smell being kicked up in my face,
The smell of the leather inside my mask,
The feel of the ball and bat hitting me right in the gut.

The runner goes,
Do I throw it or eat it,
Should I throw it down to first or eat it,
The game depends on me,
My decisions,
My play.

The dog sits lazily on his bed,
He stares with his moon-shadowed eyes trying to entertain himself,
His eyes are a assortment of colors, like a box of chocolates,
They sparkle with such a powerful aura they light up the room,

I stare at him in awe for i have never withold such beauty,
I feel warm inside like butterflies come into your stomach,
He seems not to notice im watching him,
I have never seen such moon-shadowed eyes.