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My life is not a life

My long hair represents my long soul. My soul has been stretched, and strained, and elongated by that witch. That witch who put me up here. What is the point of living up here, all alone in this dreary tower? All I do is sing to that witch. Every day, she climbs up the tower, with my hair. Did I tell her she could use my hair as her personal ladder? I must sing to her, each day, I have to chirp for my owner. I am a slave to that woman. That evil witch. She has waiting for? If singing to her is what I’ll do my entire life, I don’t want this life. This isn’t life. Living in these cramped quarters, repeating the same menial task, every single day. I want to get married, fall in love, have a family. I am not what I should be. I should be happy. I should enjoy what I do. My soul is broken.

by Jake Smith

Dopey
They joke with each other warmly “Grumpy’s not even in the yard!’ They cackle And wipe tears from their smoldering faces Then they see me Dopey And avert their eyes I’m not on one side I’m not on the other I guess you could say I’ve been sitting upon the fence But God knows It’s better than sitting on a side Where they remainder of the seven dwarves sit Cackling at what more scorn in this world Than me Quite frankly I can’t seem to comprehend what the fuss is about Every day Every endless day At least one of the seven dwarves Stare dully at me like complete fools Fools ravenous for a mere word to slip from my lips Every night Every endless night I toss and turn beneath myself Attempting to finally think of what I should gasp to them My first word ever spoken I’m disgusted with their lack of self control Their eyes are always thirsty Like self-indulgent kittens ready to pounce And although I have a list of things I’d like to scream at the numb dwarves I can’t think of one I should actually say Do you know what it’s like? Don’t turn away! Answer me this Do you know what it’s like? I think not “Dopey!” They call “Dopey! You dumb dwarf, you.” “Don’t lose sight of ‘em!” The simpletons caution each other “He won’t find his way back.” “He won’t find his way back.” All of them sing And dance Chant Carving hollowness into the world That doesn’t need to be there Yet I’m still stuck on the fence Doc smiles innocently at me Every day Every endless day His eyes dance with joyed pity “Dopey,” Says he “Dopey, do you really want to do that?” Then shakes his head What I want to do his knock his cheap glasses right off of fen-sucked clay nose I’m disgusted with their idiocy And their disgusted with Mine It’s a mishapen record Not a broken one Just lumpy Every day Every endless day The same plot line Over And over And over A horrible event occurs Like an evil queen Or a deadly apple And we’re suddenly compelled to work together using our unique qualities Heh! Does anyone, despite me, feel as if they’re verging vomit? All of them All six Stencil ignorance into the world That doesn’t need to be there And all I’m compelled to do Is sit there And witness the world drain emptier And emptier I weep at fraud momentum of the world And let the tears run cold simply because They can But I never drain I never did I’m stuck on the fence.**
 * The grass is greener on the other side

–By Ali Merrill (Feel free to give feedback!)

__**Opposites**__

When it looks to the Earth But not the other side That faces darkness One side is so bright It glows But still no one knows What's on the other side Someday it will turn its lovely face And show Luna's ugly twin And night will be thrown into darkness With the light gone Who knows what other opposites will do Maybe its better off left alone Unthought of Unknown Like the other side of the moon.
 * The moon is bright

~ By Ally Knoll**

This is a pathetic attempt at a sonnet, Shakespeare style...

For it to be dolloped into my bowl, creates sheer joy in the depths of my soul. The ice cream is so velvety and pure, Of this I am quite positively sure. The chunks of cookie dough are so yummy, though they make my mouth so darn gummy. Your cool temperature makes me so merry, I’m so grateful for the invention of dairy. Oh drat, my bowl is thoroughly bare and so ends my ice cream affair. -Jake


 * Try this:

On Pages or Appleworks, type in a bunch of random letters that are about the length of words. For example: ener ekeknf uienf nmsjhebn furnd! Then, spell check the words and change them to whatever the computer suggests! Keep going and see what poem you come up with! For example: **

White yeomen, scar noses skewered squeak jaunt. only deckle keen ever ledger poem. pollens wheeze hornet hexer keen mirror. ever nerve Vienna sinew urn sworn near dune hewn nun inner wine twin quince slain sign sin coin ~Carrie
 * Try this and post your poems here! **