Poems that were transferred from Edsby

Zachariah Morris

-The universe of a man-
I can remember
those days of fifth grade
Our last week
as the sun shone apon our backs
Apon our hair
Apon the hands commiting to claps
We walked our school
like fools
I remember
our smiles
happy but not prepared
for the end of the year
So I have vowed
that with my dearest friends
and my peers
I will talk to them
Acknowledge our history
thse people
my eras
my lines
my dates
my points
my paths
my trails
my everything
Under sky of blue
Over land of black
In fog white
and fields green
Life
pours a stream
I am waiting
under majectic beauty
and harmonious voices
Over drunk governments
and drunk choices
Around corners
and streets
Jeans blue
People black
People white
and hair green
Life to live
Life to be
Sing it

Zachariah Morris

-I'm done for now-
Something right
Something wrong
Something written
Something gone
Ages
and words
Our history
On scrolls
In novels
To tell
the tale of the pen
The story of the end

(I'm starting to see a pattern here...Anyone notice?)

Dylan Radley

The following poem is very personal, and I hesitated to put it on here, despite this I ask you read it to understand a part of myself, and what I have to experience. Thank You.

Anxiety

You may have a heart of pure gold,
compassion pouring like a river from your heart,
you may always get your work done,
no matter how long it takes.
Called a genius by others,
able to spout facts on any topic,
a fountain of knowledge to all around you.
NONE,
of this means a thing in it’s wake,
my pets cowering in the corner as I scream in blind rage,
neighbors cocking an ear to shouts and yells.
Strength of will melting,
to tears free flowing,
barely able to lift a pencil among the crippling waves.
Hurting those around you,
who do not understand,
or want to help.
Like being tied to the train tracks,
you cannot break free,
helpless you wait for it to end,
dreading when it’ll come again.
Am I really a genius,
hard worker,
or gentleman,
when some days I teeter
upon this precipice of collapse or stability?
Even if I don’t face it every day,
when it strikes I have no say.
I hate what I become,
a slathering beast,
and as I watch my poor dogs shaking and shying away,
as tears flood my eyes,
and I break down and cry,
shame and guilt burning my soul,
leaving behind a gaping hole.
I feel WEAK!
I tell myself nobody else cry’s over this,
lashing out at my already fraying pride,
tearing myself apart,
seeing what I can come to be,
a whimpering child who cannot finish his work,
a hot head who hurts loved ones,
what I fight against,
the antipode of who I really am.
I loath this version of me,
hating what I become for
it is not me…
However,
When it ends I still must go on,
life nor school will stop,
so I go to clean up my mess,
with both broom and mop.

Juliana Pinnick

Broken:
Crushing, piercing, searing,
Throbbing, it courses through your veins,
It can’t go through your heart,
Because your heart has shattered already,
It goes to your brain,
Consuming you,
A blinding haze of red,
Then it disappears suddenly,
You open your mouth to scream,
And you scream out all of your pain,
The hurt,
And everything wrong,
But when the people in the room,
You notice they don’t move,
Because no one ever hears you,
That’s when you realize,
They will never hear you,
And you close your mouth,
To stop screaming,
And you find out,
You never made a sound.

(I'm in love with you poems Juliana)

Maria Reyes

The Past Stills Haunts Me

The walls seem to close in
Her screaming only gets louder.
My inner demons creating turmoil in my head
I don’t feel safe
Scared of what I’m capable of
Writing down my feelings seems like the only outlet
Look at what I’ve become
A caged monster
Fighting against restraints holding me down
Only left with my dark thoughts
Slowly killing me

I feel alone in this place
I’m suppose to call my home
I release some of the bad blood
It’s dripping down my arm now
I slowly start to feel dizzy

Looking around confused
I’m now stuck somewhere new
Surround by people in white
Needles and millions of ways to die
Yet they are helping me stay alive

My past is my past
Now I’m here
Better and new
Still broken but fixed
The glue of hope still holding me together
I’m a porcelain doll with cracks in here heart.

Isabella Guntert

a smile dimmed, gone
faded away as time has passed
her curtain drawn back
she hides in the darkness
beaten down by her own kin
pushing her into a cage
one made to hold
all her sorrows
all her grief
all her pain
hope and love have long gone
leaving a shell behind
moments of happiness
drowned out by yelling
everyday
relentless
its not her
but the people in that place
that used to be a home
now a living hell
a tear stained pillow
hides her pain
at dawn is when it really hurts
remembering threatens
to take over
but she blinks it away
until the next day

Juliana Pinnick

Paper:
Funny how,
The simplest action,
Like ripping a piece of paper,
Can dull all the anger,
But you can rip up that paper,
A thousand times,
Until each letter is separate,
And you still have the pain.

Dylan Radley

Where's the little poet,
once inside of me,
he was once there I know it,
always writing, shouting, and scribbling with glee.
Inspiration like a great river flew,
undeniable as the tide,
my thoughts torn askew.
Flashes of brilliance,
tore through the dark,
once ideas in the millions,
now the difference is stark

Victor Porras

The Bridge

I take a hesitant step forward, as a babe takes his first.
Carefully waiting preparing for the worst.
As my foot touches wood the old board creeks.
I inhale deeply while the breeze caresses my cheek.
Pondering hard on my predicament at hand.
To trust the bridge or end up not as planned.
When did it get so out of control?
How did I get here? Where do I go?
The troubles of life weighing down on me.
Will they be lifted? Can I be free?
The bridge so rickety and old.
Can it support all the lies I have told?
Although it is simple, humble and well formed.
Does it have strength to stand firm in the storm?
All the harm caused by selfishness.
Pain and disappointment all because of negligence.
Why did it take this long for me to realize?
My achievements in life are only a lie.
Taking steps back I wonder, is it all worth it?
Is the other side better, will I be fit?
Almost scampering off back to the dark.
Held back by the voices in my head making remarks.
A slippery voice tells me to flee.
The darkness will comfort you, it will give you glee.
All that you want, and all that you are.
You can never out run it, no matter how far.
Dark grey clouds roll over the sun.
Tying me down, nowhere to run.
Droplets of water come splashing down.
Steadily hitting harder, enlarging the sound.
bolts of lightning streak across the sky.
Purple, blue and black is its dye.
Stronger and stronger came the rain.
Stronger and stronger till hurricane it became.
Conflict and chaos ruled my mind.
Looking for peace that I did not find.
Then came a voice, strong and true.
It came out of nowhere, out of the blue.
Smooth and clear, with precision it spoke.
Preaching to a side of me it awoke.
Tranquility and strength I felt again.
I found the solution, i found a friend.
the storm raged on but i took no notice
Purpose came to me, no longer was i aimless.
To better myself was then my goal.
With friends at my side it filled the hole.
with courage and certainty i proceeded.
Unto the bridge, Which was all that i needed

Zachariah Morris

-Pen on the Table-
Moments
flashing past me, already memories
Sitting on the ground, meditating
hoping for solace in the eyes of the mind
I can't say
that I am truly angry
but the actions
of my soul
are whispers of my waves
Pushing a boy
out of the seat
Getting angry and flaming with a snap of my fingers
Speaking words that translate white boy
Words I would hate to believe had come from the future me
Then other things
Cussing out Ketchup and the ideals he alleged
Alleged trash which I discovered on paper in my garbage
Lately
Most recently, according to time
The seconds have flown by so I laughed to discover my luck
Sunday, but not too late
Again
With the attitude and brain shaking actions
Realizing
I have never doubted my kindness or my barriers from jerkishness
But now I am
And I'm done discussing with Dylan about it
Because he's a friend and I've stationed him opposite
Trying to help and tell me things
Things I believe and except but can't seem to leave
I've liked a girl
And dated her
I've lost her to a guy I can't honestly say I humor
Someone I respect for intellect but not emotion
Not him nor real dislike but something of myself which resides in sometimes
But that's only one story
How about my white trash acts of stupidity which no one can tell me were fine or not the aforementioned description
I don't speak of the during class acts
Or the jars placed systematically
But of the rash craziness/ not insanity which pervades me and changes my instinct
The laziness of after bus rid hours
And the glassy eyed charms of "am I" rather than "if so what can I do", not why
I'm being honest right now
Living in the moment
Doing stupid stuff to try and battle my one damn hate
The thing that shot my memories of my past self
The thing that took away my friends and pushed me into the traffic of "look, its high school man"
Time
My thoughts, which since evolved past caring and into expressing
have been measured by one thing
Thinking, hey , my will
but no
The seconds and hours and days of responsibility
I want to walk
To program
To run
To build
To work
To learn
To drive
To eat on Christmas by myself in a restaurant next to a parking lot that holds my car, hours away from parents and family, people who are amazing but fight aimlessly and can't live like me
That can't see I have moments when I see truth in everything
And moments when I sit on a bed after watching The Remaining thinking about my mom asking me if I'll have nightmares because of the topic of the movie
My conclusion being
No, because for a second, I found something
maybe god or some other religion, never worshiped divinity
Perhaps the universe
But it was awakening and it told me
Zach, whatever you do, Agnostic or Christian
If you choose to believe that we should enjoy life in case there is no heaven
Then live life and don't worry
So
There's a girl
Nick knows, Dylan knows, not to mention Victor
The first trying to get me going
The second trying to content me with logic
And the third just listening
I don't know what I'll do
Or where i'll go
When I'll sail or if I'll set my cargo on a boat or at home
But I know
that the original of this poem
was written in beauty blue ink with a favored pen
A pen that sat on my desk while I opened my eyes after twitchy, unchecked mediation
A pen that inspired creation and honesty and time to just speak without consideration or sorry's or future consequences
Because
to myself I say
time is winning and I can't do anything
If you write this then things will happen and truth will be out
But if you don't then sit on the floor and grapple with the white trash plague
Time is winning and I can't do anything
If I keep living in this temptation then 20 years later will be but a day
And time will waste away
Then I will see a towering figure at a festival and think of my past remembering thoughts of the future
Because time
is winning
and I can't do anything
But I can write my feelings
And feel my life
And ignore my future
And wait for a day for the "day"
And the tunnel will come
Into Britain, into Rome, into Death, into Solace
A day repeating over till the sun shines
Thank you
for reading, this poem that came to me
That lifted up my shoulders from burdens of ideas and ideals and beliefs and thoughts and memories
So, my soul
Carrying the weight of a girl I still like
A girl I must let go, a purpose of this poem
The weight of the anger at myself for my actions of rashness and haste
The weight of wanting to punch someone , wanting to show that I am someone and I know things but whatever you are, stop fudging messing with me
The weight of Arrow, a guy who won't listen and hurts himself and more so me because he is a living painting of my struggle
The moment I paused and didn't say anything on Thursday after ranting at him, realizing how hypocritical
The weight of a new girl, in a place where I don't want to start again because of my hate for time and the end of anything that works, less than 6 months, but still, ??question mark??
The weight of the silence I want to give to my family because they can't see anything but the daily routine
The weight of not doing homework and getting myself into a frenzy
The weight of friends I have who really can't understand my feelings and, in my eyes, just how great
The weight of leaving them and not being able to explain because it breaks social code, looks gay, and there's no words to portray
Just
I want to live in the moment
But if I am to live then I must berate time and except my anger and bubbling internal "frustart-ion"
But thank you
Because now I can go on
And things will happen
And stars will aline
But hopefully
I can decide,
Hopefully,
I can breathe.

Victor Porras

The memories

I look around and all I see is light
Vibrant bright colors left and right
Billowing green grass dances in the playful breeze
Flowers blossom littering the ground like little cities
Sunshine pours down warming my soul
The baby blue sky, everything is under control
The giddy feeling building up
Is so strong that my heart it envelops
My friends around me, just having a good time
Laughing and joking, this is joy at its prime
No problems or sorrow, all is swell
To pain and despair I have said farewell
Although not together, seeing her doesn’t hurt
Having such a good day we converse without discomfort
Thanking the one above for the life he has given
Thanking him because I am still living
Love is a strong feeling I won’t lie
Sometimes I run from it and try to hide
Joy and happiness could be found
Just love yourself and it will come around
Share the good times with others
Treat each other as if you were brothers
The suffering I will keep because from it comes knowledge
Bad times reawakens us, all we need is a bandage
I wish to keep this in my mind
Remember us all and for this memory to rewind

Zachariah Morris

-Sleepless Narrative-
Lull in my mind
like a thought I can't find
mentally blind
And thats how I'm living
At the end of the day
I can't honestly say
which way
I'm facing

Homework every night
facing its might
repeating the fight
too tired to really try
And its infinite
because it returns relit
Last nights late work its excelerant
Sleep I deny

I could be lazy
my brain wouldn't be hazy
but it outranks dreams of daisies
My life keeps its tone
Seriousness
Silent self-acknowledging sense
Sleepless
Till the bill for my loan

Heil
Cellphone calls in file
Dictators, all of them vile
So many problems to solve
And its my passion to stand
Grab someones hand
Free the land
But now, I'm watching reality revolve
So sleep
my friends
Sound asleep
Dream Achilles

Robert Haywood

The old days were great
not the same as of late
was it just fate?
not so fast- but can confusion dissipate?

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Their's not to make reply
Once upon a midnight dreary
while I pondered weak and weary
I knew the rest could outdo me
Their emotions strong and tall and gloomy
What emotions were in my air?
None but distraught and despair
love and power ruled their works
They pumped them out, hundreds of works
But to my name, a sad handful of works
They were like machines in an industry of works
But what did I love?
Try as I might
neither demon nor dove
could I manifest that night
they convey raw emotion in scores
While I scrounge it up like one of my chores
Pessimism, impersonating a Freudian
comprised my capabilities

Meghana Nelluri

This one is called The Violinist

She was intelligent and graceful
Kind and sweet
But above all, she was a violinist
However,
Her bow was sharp and metal, and the strings were her arms
Her sheet music and notes were hate messages that transformed into songs
She played everyday, all night long
A melody created by her tears and thoughts
One day, she got tired of it
She wanted to create her own music
And she did
She poured all of her emotions into it, emptying her feelings
Notes turned into words and rests turned into cries
It was beautiful, one of a kind
The only one to play it, though, was her
And the only people to see it were her parents

(I love this one)

Amanda Shea

They were all forgotten,
left to perish in the flames of the deceased
Nothing left but debris and destruction
Everyone thought the world was going to come to and end
All you could hear was the screams of agony and anguish
They just wanted to be left alone
They were NOT the type to sit there and allow bullets to be thrown at them
They were the type that was brave and strong,
always alert and confident
But he had to put an end to all of that
He wanted power and attention and that's what he got;
though only for a short while
They fought against him for days, weeks even,
until finally, after over eleven million deaths,
prosperity was won and love was shared for eternity

(This poem is in honour of al eleven million people who were killed in the Holocaust).

Zachariah Morris

-Fireworks and Wishes-
Sometimes you know things
Other times you don't
So our lives are lived by knowledge
And those choices that say "I won't"
You live to accomplish
and to sing to the heavens
You preach to the people
Begging sevens from elevens
Its a sad story
One you wish was fantasy
Funny thing
the wish is the real context of the storys
So, once again I'm here telling you
a bunch of drama and live lines
but its not a plea for action
I'm giving up this time
This past week
I sat and read, recieving presents
waiting for the thirteenth
then lived it
Content
I blew out the candles
and smiled at the universe
for once this school year
I had no sadness to nurse
Those bright pink stars
when you close your eyes and dream
were bordering my pupils electric signals
My everything
Thats what I thought
till I considered what existed
When we open our eyes
we close other senses
This world we live in
Recognize its limits
Every moment that you breath
could be one wasted
Be happy
and see
that if you can't smile
then the air you breath will be temporary
I was frustrated
Pissed off
Not that the things I felt were fake
but I pushed aside true thinking,
letting reasoning get soft
I care about her
like one normally would
but its joy vs. versus
and I can't keep trying
I never stopped so I shouldn't have to start
I'm the kind of guy who can't be half fun
I can't see you smiling with him then smiling with me
Maybe i'm selfish but atleast its natural feelings
I'm wishing
For a conclusion
And it won't hurt because I'm happy
If its Rob then its Rob
And I mean it
This year should end properly
Enough of the synthetic solutions

You didn't get my entire poem...

You don't have to scroll down on Edsby more though. It's on my gallery.

What gallery?

Hailey Follstad

Silence-

Silence is golden
Those three words
Hold true
Just like many others you may know
She can see, smell and hear
But can't taste or speak
Controlled power
Torturous battle raging within
Not only within but with the world
Not angry, but disappointed
May I have my tea and drink it too?
Or am I damned just like that?
She wants freedom
Despite that, her hands are full
Full of responsibilities and actions she's yet to take
X marks the spot, so drink up while you can

"Steve's Poetry Gallery", you didn't get the whole poem, but the full version is there.

Amanda Shea

I can see you being eaten away slowly by your world
Your sitting there collapsing under the pressure and I'm
watching you; It's killing me because I can do nothing to help you
I can't alleviate you from all of your problems
I can't protect you from everybody like I want to
While your there fighting for your life,
have to close my eyes and pretend that I'm
dreaming everything up
That my brain is just playing tricks on me from
the lack of sleep
I try so hard, but it doesn't work
I'm forced to stand there and see you lose yourself
I just can't take it anymore
So many people think I'm crazy from saying what
I see come from you
What they don't know is that everything I say is true
While you're screaming at the wall,
I'm trying to help you compete and conquer your "demons",
to release everything before it's too late
Before you give up
Before you crumble into a million tiny pieces
If I see that I don't know what I would do
Maybe I'd give up too....

You need to get a Facebook because even Zach has one and posted pictures. I'm beginning to get all of the pictures from Edsby and post them on there. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THEM.

Blech.

He doesn't HAVE to.