The Sixth Sense

I wrote about still, and this is my poem:
Always to be still from now on.
Not fair what happened to you.
How cruel could they get, we ask?
Why did they take you?
What would happen if you weren’t still?
You may be still but your spirit still moves among us.
We might sometimes feel signs that tell us you are not still, but here, even though this may be so it doesn’t take away from the stillness without you. The mysteries still just being uncovered today about how cruel the people were that made you still.
If only you could see how many others went still after you.
Yuo might understand that you were just one of many.
You might, just might get that the holocast were the ones who caused all of this stillness among us.
All of the moments of pure agony.
Just waiting to erupt from us.
At the stillness without you.
THis is not just any pure agony though it so silent, but so deadly to keep inside.
It will soon become to much for many, and they will come and join you in the stillness beyond.

-Kadie

Kadie,

That was amazing! I could really feel like I was there seeing the ghosts of the holocaust victims. Keep on writing and getting better. Your emotions were so vivid!

Kudos to you!

Mrs. N

When the terrorists caused 911,
it affected us all making some of us still –
to never move again…
Some of us were in shock,
Some lost so many family and friends,
While some of us didn’t have any family or friends
but we were all affected by it.
So many lives lost…
The planes crashing and the buildings falling.
To this day, everyone remembers it.

This is just something I thought of off the top of my head.

I also wrote about steps so here it is:

We take steps everyday.
There are different kinds and we take both
even though we may not realize it.
Some people may not be able to take one or both of these types of steps,
but even though they can’t – just maybe they are.
You never really know.
It’s all in their mind, not yours.
So for that reason… take steps everyday.

-Kadie

Step-in and stillness
Life feels like stillness one time
Then it’s just step-in forward
Step-in and stillness it’s so confusing
I wish life was in a beat
I wish it wasn’t like history
But like a heart beat
Life is so hard
It just keeps step-in and has its stillness

Still Stepping
When you’re still stepping it’s not the end,
but when it is the end
you’ll need a friend to help you when you’re down
or make you laugh when you’re sad
or cheer you up when you’re feeling bad.
Still stepping, still stepping.
Even when you’re not!

Your steps are still, like a far away waterfall in the Amazon.
Your steps are still, like wind after a storm.
Your steps are still, and I know you will never return.

-Amanda

Walking down this winding road trying to find the answers.
Shocking noises of the past leave me in stillness.
Trying to take steps into the future but the shocking events of the past leave me still.
There was an odd shadow cast over the town when you passed.
Like everyone wanted you gone.
But I know I didn’t
You’ve passed now there’s nothing I can do about it
So as I’m so very still in this road of the past
Trying to take steps into the future
Trying to put the past behind me
I think of only one person
You.

Trenton =)

Well I did my poem on Still

We stand still over your grave
You always said rejoice on my day
But, we can’t because time stands still
Your death followed me around
Like a shadow on the ground
Stomping on it to go away
Just for it to come back on another day
Time stands still
Why would you take him Lord
Why this day
On a day when he was away
Time stands Still

Luv ya
Bethany

Hey Gang!

All I can say is, WOW! You have blown me away with your writing! Is this really the class that walked into my room way back in August? Look how far you have come! Tyler, I am so proud of your poem! Look, you can do it! Keep making me proud and never fear showing your emotions. They will only make you a better writer.

Mrs. N

Steps

You lead me 2 steps,
I am 2 steps back,
You lead me to the next stairway,
You quit mounting steps
I continue.

I lead you 3 steps up,
You are 3 steps behind me,
I lead you up the stairs,
I stop mounting steps,
You continue.

Steps by Step
When you make your first step it might be hard but you done it,
When you take that first Step out to the world it might be a little hard,
But you finally take that step you be fine as cane be,
When you make your finally and your finally breath and you say goodbye…………………………………………

By Savannah

Stillness in the Dark Abyss

Still I walk
and walk I do still…
Into the dark abyss…

I have walked for immeasurable miles,
into what could be my destiny…
or my downfall…

I want to stop,
but my legs keep moving…
Days it has been…
and days it will be…

Something is pulling me…
into a nightmare…
or is it pulling me into a dreamland…?

I have pondered on this…
but my mind… it always comes short…

I’m becoming questionable…
on how long I am to live…
but…I must…keep moving…

So into the abyss…I will run…

Stop moving
Try not to move
I bet you can’t go without moving
Like stop moving
Lay down and play dead

~Still~
I still hear the sound,
the sound of open gunshots.
I’m full of fear.
The blue is winning,
but my team the gray,
is falling into a deep shred of losing.
The shouting isn’t done,
the dead body lying on the ground.
As still, as a rock in an open, empty sea.
More still than a redwood in the forest.
One thing I can’t do is stay still.
I have no chance, but to run,
run in the clear open sky of the land.

Still n. Step

You’re Still N. Step on the floor
you’re Still N. Step anywhere you go
you’re Still N. Step on the floor
you’re Still N. Step anywhere you go
you go
everywhere you go you’re Step N. Step

By Kendra

Step

Take one step forward.
Not one step back.
Go 3 steps right.
Not 3 steps left.
Do what you want.
Don’t do what you’re told.
But listen as you get old or you mite take the wrong road.

Every step I take, you are in my mind.
Every step I take, you are harder to find.
I close my eyes and picture you, memories
are all I have. Every step I take, I look
for pieces. Pieces to my heart. Though it is
broken and wide open, I cannot feel emotions
or express anything what-so-ever. For
every step I take my heart beats hard.
Maybe someday I’ll find true love, and my
Feelings will come pouring out. But ‘till
Then, I can’t step up to you You
Hurt me, but I still love you. We’re
both one step away from it all.

Standing Still

Here I am standing only myself,
Waiting for you to come
You told me to be true to myself
But apparently you think I’m stupider than some.
So I’ll just stand here
Stand here and wait
Because, the thought of you leaving is still very clear
You took my best friend and used me as bait
Now I’m standing here and wondering, why?
Did she look better than me?
Was it because I was shy?
When she stands all I see,
Is one who used to be kin to me
She was my sister and you knew that
So while I’m standing here tell me why,
Before you leave, tell me that
You knew you took my heart and that’s no lie
So now I stand here and tell the tale
Of how you broke my heart,
To no avail

Hope is what I had for you
Hope is how you didn’t come through
What you did and What you said
Can never be forgiven not ever again
Im through with you not ever again
Will you see my face
With that same little grin
Are time has come to say goodbye
Face it our hope has died

In loving Memory of My Grampa

By:
Bethany