Spring
Spring.
Branch out thy blossoming wonders
immersed in tranquil depths
spring beauties awaken and yawn
and smile amidst dancing rays
joyous visage pleases thine eyes
whispering winds marry scents
and pleasure thy days...
- Jomur Islam '09
Branch out thy blossoming wonders
immersed in tranquil depths
spring beauties awaken and yawn
and smile amidst dancing rays
joyous visage pleases thine eyes
whispering winds marry scents
and pleasure thy days...
- Jomur Islam '09
--
Melange Subscription
The oppressor, the oppressor is holding me down
they say
And the reason the reason, is because I'm brown
Me, I laugh at people who think that way
Because the truth is, the truth is they're afraid
Success takes more than just thinking up goals
Don't just wait around for someone to hand you the map to your road
You have to create your own opportunities
That as a dreamer should be your sole responsibility
There will be pain, sweat and tears
But most importantly there'll be fear
And that you see, that's what separates the oppressed from the free.
-Viviane B. ('10)
they say
And the reason the reason, is because I'm brown
Me, I laugh at people who think that way
Because the truth is, the truth is they're afraid
Success takes more than just thinking up goals
Don't just wait around for someone to hand you the map to your road
You have to create your own opportunities
That as a dreamer should be your sole responsibility
There will be pain, sweat and tears
But most importantly there'll be fear
And that you see, that's what separates the oppressed from the free.
-Viviane B. ('10)
Rape, rape
She cries and gets a slap in the face
Rape, rape
She yells and runs as fast as she can
Why? why? she wonders
What have I done wrong
I tried and tried she whispers
But he was so strong
The tears are scorching her cheeks
Her teeth are cutting into her lips
A flood of images to her memory come rushing
The blood is quickly pouring
A red river of hate and longing
She is alive and yet slowly dying
She looks at her hand
The pistol's still fuming
And as the machine goes once again singing
Her body is limply crumpling
With a smile and a hole form ear to ear
-Viviane B. ('10)
Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your homepage.
She cries and gets a slap in the face
Rape, rape
She yells and runs as fast as she can
Why? why? she wonders
What have I done wrong
I tried and tried she whispers
But he was so strong
The tears are scorching her cheeks
Her teeth are cutting into her lips
A flood of images to her memory come rushing
The blood is quickly pouring
A red river of hate and longing
She is alive and yet slowly dying
She looks at her hand
The pistol's still fuming
And as the machine goes once again singing
Her body is limply crumpling
With a smile and a hole form ear to ear
-Viviane B. ('10)
Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your homepage.
Re: simply prose
Jomur Islam
Ms. Corticcio
Global 9
24 May 2006
Arab-Israeli Conflict Opinion
As it appears, I live in a society where prejudice is glorified,
yet unintentionally. I, the person assume all atrocities done for the
right cause; what is right versus what is wrong? I have always known
that at the end of a war the winner always writes the history, thus
who am I to really support or favor? My reasons tell me to support
neither, though my passion tells me to support the ones that are
bleeding, yet my wit with common sense tells me that my understanding
of views on cultures, languages, creeds, sexualities, etiquettes, and
of its sorts are being distorted by politicians that are like vultures
feeding upon the defenseless and weakened society of "mules."
Why do I consider such two communities of human beings as mules?
Well, when horses and donkeys come together to get lost in its song
of mating, in the dance of words, in poetry of colors, and in the art
of expressions and gives birth to a new a kind of creature--it is a
"mule." What I am really saying is that these communities of people
once might have reflected two different societies but through cultural
diffusion have become one, just like in the United States. This war
has become a language of passion, the literature outspoken with
compassion where souls of bleeding brethrens are poured into it. It
is this literature that no longer gives birth to a universal unity of
understanding, tolerance, and respect of one another's cultural
background. It is no longer "E Pluribus Unum", the Latin motto
translated as "Out of many, one." or many in one.
It was William Shakespeare who once wrote, "If you prick us do
we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we
not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?"
Adoration, Passion, Love is without the existence we give it.
Adoration is simply an alluring yearning to be alluringly yearned.
Passion is basic infatuation of self interest where personal gain excels.
Love...complaisance without any particular meaning. The mere bond that
unites all and everyone is not love. It is selfishness, or fear, or even
madness. It is the reinvention of superficial excitement that family and
friends use to fill in their blank feelings.
- Jomur Islam (class of '09)
melange
Pain Hurricane Katrina Caused ((song))!!
Hold your children tight,
Dont ever let them go.
Gone is the place you once called home.
Dreaming of the life you once lived,
Everything's just gone.
You no longer have that bond.
So you kneel down and pray to God,
Counting your blessings everyday.
Thanking him for the new place in which you lay.
It's been a few years,
Yet the memories have'nt gone away.
My family and I pray for you every single day.
So, you look around and see that there's nothing left.
The place you once called home is such a mess.
(Please help my family and I pray for the families who have been affected by this.)
Gabrielle Maldonado '11
Hold your children tight,
Dont ever let them go.
Gone is the place you once called home.
Dreaming of the life you once lived,
Everything's just gone.
You no longer have that bond.
So you kneel down and pray to God,
Counting your blessings everyday.
Thanking him for the new place in which you lay.
It's been a few years,
Yet the memories have'nt gone away.
My family and I pray for you every single day.
So, you look around and see that there's nothing left.
The place you once called home is such a mess.
(Please help my family and I pray for the families who have been affected by this.)
Gabrielle Maldonado '11
Poems by Kelly Grande
Done
Causing my stress, doing
the best, to not fall,
"Stay on the ball!" He yells, she
yells, they all yell! Just stop,
before I drop, from the fatigue, of
the league of pressure, there's
just no measure. What I feel is
something real, I can't even deal;
with my physical/emotional balance.
I am gone, I am done.
For Fear of a Broken Heart
What to say when you like a person so much?
Do you call it love?
Do you call it lust? What?
I am sure it cannot be love.
A mind so young and naive,
What can I possibly know about love...
But he is such a beautiful person.
He has the most amazing smile.
It is really inexplicable.
He is sweet, does what he wants,
But always with some type of kindness.
He is that person that just takes you back........STOP!!!!!!
NO!!!!! I cannot talk, or even think like this!
It is a sin, I cannot like anyone this much.
For fear of what will happen.
For fear of what will not happen.
For fear of a broken heart.
Taken Back
In Like, it's a feeling I can't describe.
It's more than just a desire or vibe.
When you meet eye to eye
You're not going to defy,
The fact that you're in Like.
That special someone has traits:
That special smile,
It gives you bliss for the while.
The wonderful personality,
It takes you back like gravity.
The looks, the charm,
There is no harm,
To be seriously taken back:
You can't fight it, it's just a fact.
Where's the Identity?
Personal identity. What is that?
This is the deal, that is the fact.
We live in a society,
Where there's no variety.
Where things are done because it's cool,
Really only makes you the bigger fool.
This is a problem we have today,
Which needs to be fixed and done away.
When you do what others do,
It doesn't define the real you.
Learn this:
Every time you follow,
You make yourself more hollow
That deep hole in you,
Was self-inflicted, you knew
So STOP following and fooling yourself,
And become your own person, your OWN self.
Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile.
Causing my stress, doing
the best, to not fall,
"Stay on the ball!" He yells, she
yells, they all yell! Just stop,
before I drop, from the fatigue, of
the league of pressure, there's
just no measure. What I feel is
something real, I can't even deal;
with my physical/emotional balance.
I am gone, I am done.
For Fear of a Broken Heart
What to say when you like a person so much?
Do you call it love?
Do you call it lust? What?
I am sure it cannot be love.
A mind so young and naive,
What can I possibly know about love...
But he is such a beautiful person.
He has the most amazing smile.
It is really inexplicable.
He is sweet, does what he wants,
But always with some type of kindness.
He is that person that just takes you back........STOP!!!!!!
NO!!!!! I cannot talk, or even think like this!
It is a sin, I cannot like anyone this much.
For fear of what will happen.
For fear of what will not happen.
For fear of a broken heart.
Taken Back
In Like, it's a feeling I can't describe.
It's more than just a desire or vibe.
When you meet eye to eye
You're not going to defy,
The fact that you're in Like.
That special someone has traits:
That special smile,
It gives you bliss for the while.
The wonderful personality,
It takes you back like gravity.
The looks, the charm,
There is no harm,
To be seriously taken back:
You can't fight it, it's just a fact.
Where's the Identity?
Personal identity. What is that?
This is the deal, that is the fact.
We live in a society,
Where there's no variety.
Where things are done because it's cool,
Really only makes you the bigger fool.
This is a problem we have today,
Which needs to be fixed and done away.
When you do what others do,
It doesn't define the real you.
Learn this:
Every time you follow,
You make yourself more hollow
That deep hole in you,
Was self-inflicted, you knew
So STOP following and fooling yourself,
And become your own person, your OWN self.
Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile.
Life
Let me tell you something about this thing called life
Every Night there's always a fight
From drugs to gangs
Loud screams then bangs
Cops coming when they feel like
Will this world ever be right?
No, because they don't know who
To blame
HaHA!! Talking about it drives me insane
Rapists, Molesters, even the kidnappers
Ever wonder what they do with their lives after
Peer pressure Temptations even Desire
Puts you in hell burning in fire
Then you realize the world is a liar
Now doesn't that give you something to cry for?
Here come the Prostitutes and the strippers
Just looking for someone to tip her
No respect for their body
No reason to be proud
Either dead or alive
They jus' want to be found
Young teenagers looking for love in all the wrong places
Hating when it backfire in their faces
Taking this love thing as a game
Noticing that they all act the same
Now, You See ME… I'm living that confusing life
Not always wrong and not always right
But I forgive the things that are wrong
Because I don't know when I'll be gone
Hey I'm living and that's alright
This is the thing I call life
By Chaunel [a teenage survivior]
Homeroom 300
By Chaunel [a teenage survivior]
Homeroom 300
simply prose
I'm not too fond of poetry but here's something similar to it since it is rather freestyle...not conforming to English convention, or perhaps it is because it lacks conformity.
--
Adoration, Passion, Love is without the existence we give it.
Adoration is simply an alluring yearning to be alluringly yearned.
Passion is basic infatuation of self interest where personal gain excels.
Love...complaisance without any particular meaning. The mere bond that unites all and everyone is not love. It is selfishness, or fear, or even madness. It is the reinvention of superficial excitement that family and friends use to fill in their blank feelings.
- Jomur Islam (class of '09)
--
Foam
as she jumps off
she remininces of the relationship that could've been
(and wasn't)
she slowly closes her
eyes smelling
the mixure of salt water and fresh air
as he screams out---
"No! Please don't"
she ignores him
i will miss you
she thinks solemly to herself
knowing that he wed another
because as he loved her
it was like as if she was his sister
she takes a slow deep breath
and dives
her body submurges.
warm tears going down her delicate cheek
only to dissolve into /f o a m/
and into the the heavens.
it is peaceful
(he knows that)
no gray skies
no clouds(except in his heart)
it looks as if nothing happened within those few minutes.
he goes closer to the edge of the boat
gazing at the water
the gentle swish of the waves cannot calm him down
as the silent girl
would never have the chance to speak
he takes a deep breath
and his wife-to-be places her slender hand
on her shoulder
knowing that the "silent one" was his closest friend
outside of the knights and other princes that snubbed him
for being different.
"your heart will always be in mine"
he says as he walk away
"and you will never be mine"
were the last words before he walks
away
(This is based on the original "Little Mermaid")
-Jamika Thomas, 303
-Jamika Thomas, 303
Last Time
come with me
were the words he said
no
i mouthed at him.
please.
he said.
why?
i asked.
'cause i love you.
he said as if it was the last time he would see me---
(it mightbethelasttimeievertalktohim)
(-&-)yet, i knew i loved him back.
so i jumped off the building
hoping that my fallen angel would guide me.
(he laughed as i flew to my death )
-Jamika Thomas, 303
were the words he said
no
i mouthed at him.
please.
he said.
why?
i asked.
'cause i love you.
he said as if it was the last time he would see me---
(it mightbethelasttimeievertalktohim)
(-&-)yet, i knew i loved him back.
so i jumped off the building
hoping that my fallen angel would guide me.
(he laughed as i flew to my death )
-Jamika Thomas, 303
Melange submission
name: Rosangelica Lopez
class: English 9 Honors
teacher: Mrs. Dingee
title: My Theme for English 9 H
"This assignment is due tomorrow. Bring it to me."
and so, I got very excited, "Thanks Mrs. Dingee!"
I thought all about this poem, throughout the day.
I'm just thinking about it from periods 4 through 8.
Later on, I went to my locker and forgot to look.
So I just left, and forgot my literature textbook.
Without the book, I left to the Concourse.
Where I went and took the 1 bus of course.
There, I sat on the 1 bus with my friend.
I was just waiting for the bus ride to end.
And when I got to Sedgwick, my friends were in the library.
Not much of a reader because I'm just not very literary.
So I walked down the hill and said hello to some lady.
And now I'm finally home and finally on Bailey.
Now I'm in the elevator which seems like the 100th floor.
Once I got home, I knocked on my door.
I forgot about my homework. Ah, the art of procrastination.
Cause in my world, procrastination has its own nation.
And now it is 5 o'clock. I am such a dork.
Now I am watching the season finale of "I Love New York"
And then it hit me and I went to look,
in my book bag when I saw that I left my book.
Then I felt so sad. I actually wanted to do it.
Only homework I ever wanted to do, and now I blew it.
Then and there I realized the connection I had, gee!
I guess she is not so bad the Mrs. Dingee.
Then I went and did my French homework, and talked on the phone.
Listened to the song where Cassidy said he wanted Patrone.
Then it got late and my mom got home,
Then it's midnight and I was calling Nina on the phone.
She didn't pick up now so I can't get the poem.
I really wanted to do it cause I was at home.
So I wouldn't rush in the morning; it wouldn't be the same.
So I sat down; Rosie actually started to use her brain.
I did this poem, and you can even come and look.
I have a mind so bright that I did it without the book.
I did it without the book, and I didn't whine.
oh so proud to be in the honors class of English 9.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)