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Just until i get my strengh back,

i will wait beside my shadow

the hungry night waiting for the rain



yet i still remain in that pain

the hollow flowers fill the forest

the streaming stars fill the sky



just until i get my breath back

i will try and breath once again

touches fade but the pain remains



the running tears don't stop

the pounding of my heart won't stop

until i'm OK the petals will fall

The skeleton kid

was the quiet

but not shy

boy who sat in the back



he drew on his desk

and had a creative mind,

But only with permanent markers

or pocket knives



he dyed his hair black

and spiked it up

he had chains for a belt

and a tatoo on his arm

of a human skull

He had a ball of clay,

Just like any other day,

He decided to make it a bet,

Just like the stupid hats,

Then just like any other time,

He shaped it all,

Like a human skull.

Here is one of my favorooite poems by Melvin B. Tolson





He came from a dead-end world of under breed,

A mongrel in his look and in his deed.



His head sagged lower than his spine, his jaws

Spooned wretchedly, hie timid little claws

Were gnarls. A fear lurked in his rheumy eye

When dwarfing pedigrees paraded by.



Often he saw the bulldog, arrogant and grim,

Beside the formidable mastiff; and sight of them

Devouring chunks of meat with juices red

Needled pangs of hunger in his belly and head.



Sometimes he whimpered at the pondous gate

Until the regal growls shook the estate;

Then he would scurry up the avenue,

Singeing the hedges with his buttercup hue.



The spool of luckless days unwound, and jthen

The izzard cur, accurst of dogs and men,

Heard yelps of rage beyond the iron fence

And saw the jaws and claws of violence.



He padded through the gate the leaned ajar,

Maneuvered toward the slashing arcs of war,

Then pounced upon the bone; and winging feet

Bore him into the refuge of the street.



A sphinx haunts every age and every zone:

When great dogs fight, the small dog gets a bone.

As I look,

into the eyes of him,

I'm not afriad,



But as I look into the eyes of you,

I'm afraid of everything.

Where I wrote your name I wrote your name in the clouds but the wind blew it away I wrote your name in the sand but the waves washed it away I wrote your name in my heart and that is where it will stay.

A scar for each one of my feelings one for love, hate, pain, happines, and sadness but most of all for you.



By: my friend Kayla Bobyak