The Lost; The Free -- a poem

The hurt, the pain, the lost, the confused, the depressed.

we ain't very well dressed;

our clothes are ripped, tattered, and scattered.

we fall to our knees saying,

"Why me?"

but we don't understand that this land or feet stand on

might not be here, come dawn.

we're trying to stay on top.

in the middle and not forgot.

but we don't see that our lives

are like a shaken bee hive;

it's spiraling, gone, out of control

because who here was told

that the love of God does not get old?

it stays with us forever and sets us free

from the ropes that bind us;

we think there is no way to leave.

Oh God, help us please.

We yearn to be free.



*OK this is one of my very first poems. I've never really liked poems... HOWEVER we are now learning 'bout them in school and I've come to find that the only reason I didn't like them is because I didn't know how o write them :-). Hope I'm doing well ;)

Major Memory Loss

I stare dumbly at the ground. My head is throbbing, but I don’t know why. In fact, I don’t know anything at all. There is a weird contraption next to me, but I don’t understand what it is. It’s hard to keep balance, sitting up, so I lie back down, accidentally banging my already hurting head on the sidewalk.

“Sir, are you alright?”

I cried. I wanted someone to make my head stop hurting, but nobody would. Through my tear, I could see a tall blur of a woman with her hand up to her ear.

“Hello?” she said. “Yes, I need an ambulance to come quick. There is a man lying on the sidewalk next to a bike with a bleeding head. No, he has no wallet or anyway for me to identify who he is…”

I cry louder as I heard sirens wailing loudly, but it made me tired and I fall asleep.

When I woke up, I was hungry. Somebody in white clothes comes and feeds me something from a little container, saying to another person in blue clothes, “... robbed. I think they attacked him. He fell off his bike, hit his head, and lost all his memory. He’s like a four month old baby.”

Rain

          It had been foggy all day, and Asher could hardly see more than ten feet in all directions as he stepped out of the building he worked in. Looking up, his mouth turned down, and his eyebrows came together in worry at the dark gray clouds that covered the whole sky, letting only a little light through them.
          "Gonna rain," he muttered to himself.
          Going quickly down the sidewalk, Asher felt the fog prickle the skin that wasn't covered by his coat, causing goosebumps that made a shiver run up his legs and down his arms.
          Shaking from the cold, he came to a cement bench with a sign next to it. Identifying this as a bus stop, he, sat down, placing his brief case by his toes.
          Asher looked at a watch on his wrist that he only pretended was there, then looked at the clouds again
          "Oh great," he groaned. A drop of water had just landed right on his eyelid.
          But maybe it hadn't! Maybe it was only the fog! Even as Asher thought it, he knew he was kidding himself. Right before his eyes the street was becoming spotted with the water droplets that were falling like dirt thrown into the air by a child.
          When would the bus come? It felt like forever to Asher. He wanted to get out of this miserable rain! Then he would be able to organize his thoughts better.
          He looked for the bus wildly. If anybody had been around, they would have described his eyes as crazed. As it was, most everybody was inside, keeping warm by their radiators or fireplaces.
          Ssschtshreeksestch! The bus! It was finally here! Asher leapt up as though frightened, and, remembering to grab the container of all his work papers, practically ran onto the vehicle.
          Taking a seat near the front, he let out a small sigh of relief that was only just audible over the rain that was now furiously pounding a ghost-like tune on the bus' top.
          Ignoring the rain that was also pounding on his window to get his attention, Asher looked at the torn up back of the chair in front of him. He stayed in this position until he had to get off.
             Ssschtshreeksestch!  The bus came to a stop, so he picked up his brief case, and steps off of it.
             He is immediately drenched head to toe. Ugh. He looks down in an attempt to keep the water out of his vision, and was tempted to carry his case over his head, but didn't because it wouldn't really help.
              Hearing some laughter, Asher looks up for a split second. Two teenage girls were spinning in circles with their arms out as though to embrace the rain. He looks back down and walks by quickly. How could they be playing out here? Didn't rain mean sadness? Something bad was about to happen! Wasn't it? Asher had been taught so. Oh well. If the wanted to bring misery to themselves, Asher didn't want to get caught in it.
             However, it seemed the girls had other plans.
             "Hello!" the taller of the two teenagers called to him, waving. "I'm Layna, and this is Maisy! Come under here. It is much more dry."
             Indeed, it was a lot dryer under the ceiling above the gas station. If it hadn't been, he would have kept on walking. The two girls went to him.
             "Isn't the rain so amazing?" the girl whose name was Maisy inquired. Asher stared at her for a moment wondering if she was being serious. Realizing she was, he replied, "No, Rain is horrible.It brings people misfortune."
             The girl named Layna gasped.
             "That can't possibly be true! You don't believe those superstitions, right? You're an adult!" she exclaimed. He shifted uncomfortably under her intense stare.
             "He does!" Maisy replied for him.
             "If rain brings misery, name at least three things that have gone wrong since it started," Layna demanded.
             He shifted some more. The truth was, he couldn't. Thinking back, the only misfortune the rain had brought him was nervousness, and even that had been mostly his own conscious.
           "See?" Maisy said softly. "Rain is a gift from God himself, and we should cherish it."
          "Come on, let us show you," Layna encouraged. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled him into the rain.
          Asher tenses up as he is once again encountered by the falling water. He glances uncertainly at Layna. She had her head up, facing the sky, with both of her arms out. It seemed as though she wanted to give it a hug.
         Asher, still a little nervous, does the same thing. The longer he stayed in that position, the more he relaxed.
         Maybe rain wasn't so bad.

Perspective

          You are not perftect. If you were perfect, you would never feel guilt. You would still feel suffering. You are not like that anymore. I have made a twin of you. A thing that is more robot than human. A thing that strives to protect others, and never has a selfish thought.

          I hate it.

          I miss the son who I loved so much. You are just a reminder of the experiment that forced me to kill him, to try to remake him. He just wanted to throw better. Well now he can. in a new body that is not capable of doing anything for himself. Now, he doesn't even throw unless it is to help a person.

          I hate you.

          I hate all of the other scientists for presuring me to give him what he wanted, what he thought he needed, even though I knew the consequence. I knew. And yet, I still did. I thought it was out of love. Now I know it was not. It was out of my own selfishness that I experimented on the last family I had. I knew that we didn't have the right equipment, but maybe if I just tweek this one step just a bit-?

          no. It was a waste of time, and a waste of a life. My son's life. My son's life. My son's life.

          For the rest of my days, I will probably repeat those three words until I die and join him in Heaven.

          Heaven!

          Oh what a wonderful place it will be. I will finally see my husband and my two daughters and my parents and grandparents! I will see-

          And that is when it sank in. I am a horrible person. I will see God Himself. He will judge me and tell me of all my sins. 

          No sin is greater than another.

          I remember my son telling me that before I put him in the machine. He must have known I would feel this way.

          "Oh Lord, forgive me!" I cry. I suddenly remember where I am, and who surrounds me. I am in a prison. The people around me are criminals. They have done much worse things than-

          No sin is greater than another.

          I am weeping. The other women are staring at me like I am crazy. Maybe I am. But still, I feel peace. I feel peace, and I know that He has forgiven me. He already forgave me by dieing a worse death than my son's.

          I think of my robot/human/son I created who is in foster care. I will be here forever, buryed just outside these walls. I am suddenly sorry for the things I thought about him only a few minutes ago. He wanted to be like that, and maybe there is still a piece of my baby left inside what I have constucted. I will never know, but I am still happy for him, that he will have a good life with the new family the government will give him. I move away from the corner where I was sitting and back onto my bunk whispering:

          I love you.

The Fourth of July!

          Everybody's anticipation mounted as we stared up at the clear sky. The stars sparkled, and the crescent moon seemed to shine brighter than usual.
          Looking around for a moment at all the people who had gathered in the streets of our neighborhood, I saw that some families had brought pillows and blankets to sit on. Some families had even brought out their couches. Still, others had decided to stand, like me. The people standing were usually the ones who didn't have kids.
          Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched screech, and, smiling hard, snapped my head back up towards the sky.
          Dazzling arrays of light lit up the night. BOOM! A sound like a cannon reached my ears, and I cheered along with everyone else.
          Red, white, and blue fireworks lit up the sky in turns, so bright, I could still see them when I closed my eyes. They represented freedom, love of our country, and love itself. standing where I was, I clapped and stared in awe at the power of independence day, and what it means to so many of us in America, the land of the free.

The Cheese Day

“More cheese! More cheese! You don’t want to make the princess depressed!” said John the fox. John was a rascal, and just loved making his best friend, Princess Miri, merry.

“John? John is that you? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” somebody said. John turned around, and was face-to-face with the most exquisite fox in the pack. She was wearing a crown of the finest jewels that matched her ruby-red eyes. John bowed. “Princess Miri, your servants just went to get your favorite variety of cheese,” John answered. The princess put a paw over her, as her eyes started welling up with tears. “Oh John! You scoundrel, you shouldn’t have!”

Just then, they started smelling something really bad. “Ugh, what is that horrible smell?” asked Princess Miri. The panic bell started ringing. “We are being attacked by the skunk tribe!” someone howled. “Do something, John! Do something! I can’t encounter this horrible smell any longer!” cried Princess Miri desperately.

John mustered all of the courage he could get. “Don’t worry princess, I will make you proud!” John yelled over all the uproar.

John sprinted towards the swimming materials and scavenged for their best nose-plugger. Then, he ran towards the baseball field and scrounged for the best, most hardest bat. Dashing to the nearest skunk, he swung the bat and whacked him on the head with the bat, killing him. He did the same thing with all of the other skunks. When all of the skunks were dead, he told all of his servants to get a nose plugger and dispose of the skunks.

“John! Oh John! You did it! You saved us from being slaves to those outrageous creatures!”the princess said through tears of happiness. Just then, the king stepped in front of his daughter before she did anything to embarrass herself. “Dear John. We all thank thou for saving thy kingdom. As a token of gratitude, thy give thou permission to marry thy daughter, Princess Miri,” the king said. John was stunned. He could hear the princess sobbing in the quiet field as everyone waited for an answer. “I-I accept,” John stuttered. All the foxes around him gave a cheerful cry. Princess Miri ran around her father and gave John a kiss on the cheek. Everyone awed and oohed. John stood there stunned as the king said, “I think it is alright if you do that if your engaged…”

Princess Miri pulled away blushing. “You missed,” John said. “W-what?” the princess asked. “I said you missed,” John said again. Then he pulled the princess towards him and gave her a kiss right on the lips. Everyone around them shrieked and laughed.

The next day there was a big celebration for their marriage with all of the guest’s favorite kind of cheese, and they all lived happily ever after.

*Please note that I wrote this in fifth grade and that the foxes are engaged. It is perfectly OK for them to kiss. Hope you enjoyed!! :-)

Little Red Riding Hood... a greatly modified version

         Once upon a time there was a little girl on her way to give her grandmother food. This little girl had to go through the wood to get to the grandmothers house, and in the wood, were wolves. One wolf saw the little girl. 

         "What is your name, little girl?" the wolf asked.

         "I am Robin, but everyone calls me Little Red Riding Hood because of my cloak. Also, I am not allowed to talk to strangers." Little Red replied.

         Walking away, Little Red happily skipped, swinging the basket of food back and forth as she went.

         The wolf was hungry, and upset that the little girl had been taught so well. He made a plan to get the food in the basket. Running ahead of Little Red, wolf went all the way to the old lady's house. Remembering his manners, wolf knocked on the door.

          From inside came a faint, "Who is it?"

          "It is I, Wolf," he replied. Then, opening the door, wolf slipped inside.

          "What do you have to bring me today?" grandmother asked. Digging in his rucksack, Wolf found a letter addressed to Grandma Robin.

          Suddenly, wolf's stomach rumbled. "Wolf! If I had known you were hungry, I would have made you a sandwich! Please, do stay a little longer," grandmother insisted.

         "Yes, ma'am," wolf's plan was working well. There was a knock on he door, and grandmother excused herself for a moment to answer it. A moment later, she was back, with Little Red and the basket of food.

         "Hello Little Red," wolf said in greeting. 

         "Here wolf, have a roll, and stay and eat with Robin and me."

         Wolf thanked grandmother. His plan had worked! He was getting free food!