Poems for Melange

Running

Running

Running away

Running away toward a new day

Trying to fight the demons within

Fighting the demons behind all my sins

I continued to run in the heat of the night

I continued to fight the dark

I tried to fight away the pain

And give life a fresh new start

I ran on and on

As fast as I could

Trying to escape the rage

Escaping the rage of my ruthless demons

Crack and Cocaine

These demons are all but nice

Do not mistake them for a Spice

For one sniff of this sugar like powder

You are signing an eternal contract

A contract in which they will devour your soul

For every day that you live

They have turned singers into sleepers

And policemen into thieves

They’ve turned mothers into hookers

And have killed children’s dreams

When you come across this white ghost

Making you an offer

Please do decline

Unless you want a life like mine

A life filled with nothing but shattered dreams

Looking for the ray of white light

That is still nonexistent

In an out of rehab

As I continue to fight this uncontrollable addiction

So please do not be like me

Allow your dreams to soar

So you will never have to be a soldier

In this everlasting war

by: Megan L. Cerezo

(Note: This poem won third prize in a writing contest!)

The Question

What is this place?

The pain

The fall

The fear

The rage

The death that rises

The guns that blaze

People falling down

People dying away

This craving to kill

Putting fear in their eyes

This unbelievable power

That reaches beyond the skies

This crazed form of torture

That corrupts the soul

The massive destruction

Of Terrorism’s goal

You can see the children running

Running for their Lives

Waiting for the answer

To the question on their minds

What is this place?

by: Megan L. Cerezo

The Life of A Child

The Life of a Child

What does it mean?

The Life of a Child

So bitter yet sweet

Though you may not know

The Eyes of a Child

Are more precious than Silver and Gold

For within the Eyes of a Child

The Future behold

I will not show a Child deceit

Or lead it astray

For within the Heart of a Child

God's plans lay Straight

by: Megan L. Cerezo

Lullaby

I turn off the lights
and watch the sky,
the stars singing to me a song.
A duet with Mary on my radio
soothing my mind
knowing I'll do no wrong.

I turn on my side, and Ne-Yo
asks me, do I think of you at all.
I whisper yes to the empty space
around me, as I feel the tear fall.

There's no reason for me to
cry, for me to feel pain.
I know you're mine, and you're not
that far, but it hurts all the same.

Mario understands, he hears
my heart crying out for you.
Ne-Yo's question still lingers, except
now I ask, do you?

Floetry answers for you baby,
all you got to do is say yes.
Alicia says you give me butterflies,
as I feel them dance in my chest.

God sent me an angel
from the heavens above.
The sky darkens out my window
as Beyonce tells me
I'm dangerously in love.

My music is my lullaby
singing me to sleep.
My music is my voice saying words
that my mouth won't speak.

But it speaks to you, as you
lie awake in your bed.
Wondering the same thoughts
that were thought in my head.

Looking at the star shining through
your window that my closed eyes
had watched.
Thinking do I ever cross your
mind, watching time pass on your clock.

You heard the songs I heard
the words that had put me to sleep.
The songs that you sing to me silently
in my knees make me weak.

You wonder do I ever think
of you, in my sleep I hear you say.
As you close your eyes to the lullaby
I whisper for always, forever and a day

Alexa Bernard

Angry

You don't know how much you hurt me inside,
Watching you with silent eyes.

You show me you care and turn your back all the same, making me love and
hate you and your endless games.

Thoughts running through my mind, belonging to a broken heart,
Tears running down my face as you pull me apart.

A blanket unwoven left on my bed,
Sitting on the floor with my hands holding my head.

You killed me softly with all of your words,
Mine screaming to you from inside that go unheard.

Searching for that one who will set me free,
The one who'll just let me be,
The one who I want so badly to love,
The one I know for sure I can love.

I want to be loved back, love that's pure and so real.
That person's love that will make my cold heart feel.

It hurts so much for me to watch the unknown
Truthfully knowing your feelings had never grown

Laying with a dog catching flees and lies
Looking from behind the glass, crying my silent goodbye

Alexa Bernard

Deep Down

Lost in my mind

Trapped in my mind

Trapped in my body

And trapped in time

I can see the future

But the past is a blurr.

I seem so confident

And yet feel unsure

I know I'm smart

But I'm holding back

Just like the others

Yet somethings lacks

Alexa Bernard

Lost

Life a frustrating nusience. A never ending cycle of do's and don'ts, can'ts
and won'ts. Fighting back my anger, fighting back my words, losing a piece
of me, dying each time I deny myself the real me. A game it continues on and
I forever losing, never learning as it plays tricks on me. How do I learn
what I've never been taught? How do I feel what I've never felt? How do I
live the perfect life when I've only lived once? A rough draft, my life,
never to be perfect. Living each day a mistake, hoping to never wake up from
this blessing I call sleep. To be trapped in my mind forever.

Rather living life in my mind. Rather seeing with my eyes closed. Rather
seeing what can't be seen. How do I live. How do I become happy? How do I
find the me who was lost to satisfy you. You who wanted the sweet, the
innocent, the loving, the punk. The person you've grown to love, the devil
I've grown to hate. To despise, to fear. Who am I ?Who will I be? Who will
find me? When will I be me? Living my life with my mind open and my mouth
shut, fearing my words of offense will turn away those who I've worked hard
to befriend. All to be true to me? Life a blessing and a curse, life all
bittersweet, but perfect. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to see, it hurts to
be here. Never understanding what is supposed to be understood, hating the
idea of logic. Wish I could think for myself, wish I could be free. Trapped
in a world of the brain dead.

Alexa Bernard

Finally

Finally I've begun to open the door, the door once closed to my heart.

Freedom I feel as I'm released from the chains I used to bound myself

into Self destruction. Hope I see as I look into the distance, fear troubles
my

soul as I realize the journey traveled will be by myself. Tired of being
alone, tired

of feeling pain, tired of feeling trapped. The wind rusuhing in my ears

whispers "Escape, escape, escape!" as I run away from my fears, from my

doubts, from myself. All I see is sky and tears, crying out all the pain
that lived in

my heart, that kept me from really loving, from really knowing what love
was.

Crying out all the pain that blinded me, that made me protect what was
already

safe. Running faster, freedom ahead, breaking free, breaking free, breaking
free.

Finally breaking free from the expected. Am I who you thought I was? Am I

who you wanted to be? Was I? Was I? I was, but I'm free. Free to see me.

Free to actually see. No longer blind, tears dry on my face as the sun
smiles

Down on me telling me it's alright. I can finally be me. I can finally be
free. I can

breathe, I can breathe! Finally, finally, I am who I am.

Alexa Bernard

Title Undone

If you look me in the face

you can see my smile

If you look me in the eyes

you can see my trials

If you look within my heart

You can see my pain

Emotions pour from my soul

from my eyes come the rain

A jungle's what I see

as I travel my daily life

A war inside my mind

Each day I struggle to strive

Alexa Bernard

Melange Alexa Bernard

Truthfully

Look into the eyes of the girl you know

The girl who smiles wide with stars in her eyes

The girl whose true emotions are not shown

The real girl that lies inside.

At school she's always laughing, dancing,so awake

Always singing a song, music as her only escape

Her reality so real

A reality of which she's afraid.

So many faces around her,

Yet she's alone in her mind

Weary of her future, her present

Wishing to go back in time

Going home to a home that's not mine

A girl's voice that has been broken

A mother's not a mother, and Daddy's not there

The voice that wants to be spoken

Listen to the songs that girl sings

What is she telling you?

She's happy, she's sad, she's hurt, she's mad

Her songs of the troubled

Poem - Kashara Jenkins HR:305

My Storm

When the sun follows the day to its peak
The more quench I have of leaving
The more anxious I am of seeing a new day.
Imitated by the one you call a "father"
Raging & anger only comes & leads to that man
What I don't see is hope...hoping that things
Will get better. He's not one of my favorite
Fans, so I don't need a fan sign that says
Love always, daddy.
Upset that I have tears coming from my
Eyes but unsober people don't care.
You Want to know the real details of my magazine
Like Ebony with a Vibe? Check page 9.1.91 &
See where that gets me in life
Pray for me & his soul that the darkness
Leaves. Trapped by the fear that comes fourth,
Paused by the words that say & then I pull off...
Me who loves the one that has trouble loving.
These eyes don't see change.

By Kashara Jenkins







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A Wonderful Friend

Poem- Michelle Colon HR 201
A Wonderful Friend

When all hope and joy is gone,
I turn to the one person I truly love.
He's always there when I need a friend,
and most when I cry.
He is probably the only one who knows so much about me
yet sometimes I forget he is there only because I can't actually see him.
He has sacrificed so much for me.
How can I repay him?
Always there to keep me comfort
there to give me advice.
He has helped me be the better person I am today.
He is always there, but I tend to forget.
Not once has he turned his back
like some people would do.
I stop and say,
"There's no better person than you.”
I pray to him at night
and he responds through my ear.
I am grateful for this man
who watches me from up above.

My Dream of Becoming a Pediatrician!

My Dream of Becoming a Pediatrician!
By: Tiffany Reid HR:306

As I recall, I remember sitting in the waiting room as a child, waiting to get my check-up. I remember it as if was yesterday. Since a tender age of about 11 or 12, I aspired to become a pediatrician. I always thought it would be great to help other kids. And now, I was so fascinated with seeing the little cute babies. Now that I am older and have more knowledge of what I want to accomplish in my life, and I still want to fulfill this dream. I enjoy working with children, when either doing community service or babysitting. I strongly feel it is my passion to help people.
Inspiration? Where did it come from? Now until this day, I have the urge to really do this. Little chats here and there from my current doctor, have given me this inspiration. Many people, such as friends and other individuals, tried to induce me not to become a doctor. Why? Well, they said it took too many years in college, too much dedication, and less time from my personal life. If you really want to achieve something, you should go for it. It doesn't bother me that it takes an ample amount of time of going to school. 11 years! That's a lot! That's what they all say. Well not to me, because this is something I'm serious about and not dreading over. Of course I am aware that this job entails hard work and is not an effortless task. But I am willing to endure the risk.
Achieving a goal in the pediatrics department is important to me because if someday I save a life, it will mean so much to me. I'm not really concerned with the large salary that I will earn, but mostly with being able to work in a field that I will relish throughout my adulthood. This discipline is important to me because working as a pediatrician gives me a lot of flexibility and independence. I also have options of either starting my own office or working with a group of doctors. This job also gives me a wide variety of options as well, as a doctor. This includes working in the hospital, taking care of sick children in the office, and counseling parents about raising blissful and healthy children. What I like about this job is that you specialize in anything from dealing with runny noses to taking care of kids with complex medical problems like diabetes, depression and asthma, instead of simply referring them to a specialist.
And someday, I hope be the next future doctor. I know one day I will make a difference in someone's life. With a strong mind, and determination, it is potential. It is not impractical, because there are many young doctors out there. If they can achieve it, so can I. To become the first doctor of my family will be a great triumph. And who knows, I might be my little brother's doctor in the near future. As a word of advice, if you have goals in life, that you want to achieve go for them. Don't let anyone restrain you from accomplishing your dreams!