Poems
Caitlin (Grade 10 / Unknown School) Posted February 16 2007Editor’s note: These two poems were submitted by Caitlin, a sophomore at Liberty High.
From the top, I only see tiny dots. The distance from the ground up is greatly reflected from my gaze.
Once the ride slows down and reaches the bottom I can see people with cotton candy, balloons, popcorn; children — stuffed toys held in their grips, walking, laughing, looking attentively at everything with excitement; true glee.
They’re just wasting time.
I try to hold back my doubt, my numbness.
Soon the ground and the crowds disperse from my vision. The gravitational pull of the machine lifts me high into the sky.
I don’t care how many times I pay the tolled fee… I’m going to reach the stars tonight. I’m going to wait ’til the sun rises up above that far away hill announcing the dawn of a brand new day.
This ferris wheel is my only escape right now.
That same image of your smiling face is forever lingering in my mind. All I want is to not feel so completely alone.
And now that your presence is not near, now that my arms are not wrapped ’round your porcelain shoulders, all I have is me.
Not with you. Not you there to help me make it through. On my own.
A blue sky nestles above the earth.
Pale clouds popularize our atmosphere.
Far ahead, I imagine a happy setting.
Soil softens underneath my ratty, old converse.
Trees correspond with one another.
Wind wrestles rooftops.
Hair cascades in front of my face.
K. lingers for a bit.
I tumble down the hill.
Dandelions devour the green grass.
We admire the view of the field.
I long to be emancipated from your sinister blue irises.
You were the subject of my refined smock.
“Reinstate my dependency upon you!” I shout.
If only I had done this… I should have… I could’ve… I needn’t have cause…
Thoughts swirling in manifested vat of limitless plights.
Strangling my voice, constricting my vocal cords.
I will avenge him.
Let his beautiful lady paint a mess of betrayal, cheeseparing, truth.
Permit catastrophes to bruise her very soul.
My rhapsody is to deny propensity.
November 16th, 2007 at 10:14 am
I long to be emancipated from your sinister blue irises.
You were the subject of my refined smock.
“Reinstate my dependency upon you!” I shout.
If only I had done this… I should have… I could’ve… I needn’t have cause…
Thoughts swirling in manifested vat of limitless plights.
Strangling my voice, constricting my vocal cords.
I will avenge him.
Let his beautiful lady paint a mess of betrayal, cheeseparing, truth.
Permit catastrophes to bruise her very soul.
My rhapsody is to deny propensity.
This poem is completely separate from the one above it.