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My Life is Like Chocolate

Sonia Wong — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 02:54:24 +0000

My life is like chocolate,
And I am always willing to take the next bite of sweetness or bitterness.
It may be pleasant white chocolate,
I certainly welcome that, but I will not be intoxicated by the sweetness.
It may be normal milk chocolate,
I certainly welcome that, but I will try to add more happiness.
It may be bitter dark chocolate,
I certainly welcome that, but I will try to figure out a way to enjoy the bitterness.

Oppressing Mirror

Seun Olorunwunmi — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 02:52:54 +0000

As my blue eyes reflected in the mirror
I saw sadness in the reflection
Then my heart sank in horror
But then I realized they were perfection

It was like the mirror played tricks on me
So I shattered the mirror with my scissor
Then I waited to see
If the mirror was still my oppressor

The Lake of the Wild

Bryan Wang — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 15:15:34 +0000

There I see
The lake of the wild
Hidden in the guards of trees
Giggling like a child
I wonder how deep
You are, in feet or even miles
Perhaps there a monster sleeps
Beneath the surface seems mild.

The Highlight of the Night

Vincent Doyle — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:56:09 +0000

Ted Williams with a bat in his hand

Fire in his eyes

The at bat in his command

With his fiery eyes on the prize

And his swing a smooth as ever

The pitch comes in

He would never miss this pitch, no not never

He hits it so hard it is almost like a sin

The game is over

And the light is bright

Yet moreover

It is a good way to end the night

Shifting Hands

Hannah Metzel — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:50:36 +0000

The overjoyed mother sees her first touch with her newborn child
The preacher sees god reaching out to man and his dame
The graduate sees his headmaster handing him his diploma and smiled
The father sees himself congratulating his son for winning the championship game
The lovers see the first time they held hands
The friends see themselves meeting each other for the first time
The grieving mother sees her last touch as her soldier leaves for foreign lands

Bad Memories

Sean Kim — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:44:10 +0000

some where in the brain
boxes of recollection

there stored people’s oldest pain
that they refuse to mention

the images that brings out emotion
people try to be motionless

but images evokes the motion
the motion of anger and sadness

stay quiet like placid ocean
people tries to get rid of them

it just gets worse and worse like a dead fish
and comes back and bite you like a dog off the leash

The Lost World

Athena Crowley — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:39:05 +0000

Ripples of blue turn to pink
Linger as the world falls asleep
The clouds gently begin to sink
As the nighttime starts to creep
The black of night like an explosion of ink
The world gone until the morning beep

The Thinker

Kara Kneeland — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:38:16 +0000

The thinker stares

And ponders all

His thoughts a maze

With endless walls

His face half light

The other dark

He wonders tonight

How he’ll leave his mark.

Unguided

James Atchue — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:29:17 +0000

Shadows don’t touch the tips of bayonets from the ground,
Forming mysterious shapes, hidden, waiting for discovery,
Light, coming over, casting darkness, not to be found,
Twisting and sway without control, not finding recovery.

Standing up with no demeanor to fall over,
Reaching for the sky from hell to heaven,
Showing no signs of being special, not a want, not a clover,
Filing in rows, not even reaching eleven.

December Sunrise

James Watkins — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:25:23 +0000

As the sun rises in the East
Erasing the star-studded night
It reveals an elegant beast
The rolling hills of white

Not a soul stirs at this early hour
All are still asleep
Not a leaf on a tree, on the ground not a flower
All are covered by snow, so deep