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It’s Cold

 

January 7, 2009

The air feels cold on my face, the velcro on my coat is rough yet the nylon is smooth. My cold feet hurt, in the ACG boots they are occupying, as every step hits the hard concrete pavement. The skin under my coat is relatively warm, the cotton long johns under my pants are soft, and my semi frozen sweaty socks are rigid, my fingers feel stiff yet the tear sliding down my eye feels somewhat soothing and warm.

~Sean Perry

 

Frosted Flakes

 

December 17, 2008

Oh damn, oh boy, what is this
Doesn’t taste like Nesquik or Kix
Oh boy, oh boy, what is this
Its crunchy and flaky
Not Crisp or Chex
No bananas or raisins
It simply just came alone in a blue box
The first bite was better then the first day of summer
It really does make you say it’s Grrrrrrrrrrrrreat
When the sugar coated flake hits your tongue
Your taste buds go on a joy ride
Then when you’re done you wish it was morning again
So you can ride the milky path to another bowl of
Frosted Flakes

~Vincent Rios

Seeing Sounds

 

December 17, 2008

I remember the sound of the Boeing 747 taking off
Even louder was the city when we arrived
Have you ever heard the sounds of the beautiful M5
Or maybe the sound of the clean cut A4
Have you ever seen these sounds
Well, I have
This is what they look like
They are everywhere
From the airport to the strip
From the lobbies of the hotels
To the exotic clubs and casinos
Every corner you cut
A new sound is waiting for you
The sounds of Vegas
One of a kind

~Vincent Rios

 

Brownie

 

December 15, 2008

Chocolaty and tasty
Crunchy and chewy
Mouthwatering it is
A taste of sweet heaven
Sugary but not heavy
With a touch of milk within the mix
Every bite in your mouth is a party
Never wanting it to end
Melting, milky in your mouth
You’re always eager for the next bite

~Johanna Luna

 

A Party

 

December 15, 2008

A party
Loud and noisy, rhythmic it is, for sure
The speakers move
Pulse with every note
The great big roar makes the floors jump
Scraping on the wall as people bump and grind
Panting noises, heavy breathing
Surround the whole show
Loud bangs on the floor as people bounce with the music flow
Sweat drops hit the floor
Everyone is harmonically dancing with the music

~Johanna Luna

 

Cold

 

December 15, 2008

Through the window
There are trees of brown and orange
That reach four stories high
Leaves have died away
So now the trees are cold
Their twigs are skinny and alone
Naked, sitting at a stance
Red fire escapes attached at every window
Squirrels exploring, running to and fro
Through the fire escapes and the trees
Through the window
Across the garden
Lie many windows, too
The building old and modern
With colors red, white, and beige
You look down and you see
A garden with a pavement
People walking in the housing
Thick winter bushes lay all around
Surrounding the little street
They are all lying there in the cold

~Johanna Luna

 

A Cry Unheard

 

December 15, 2008

I heard your cry
as you screamed for help
the fear
the pain
the the panic
the loss of hope and control

I hear it day in and day out
until that one day, it just died out
and when the cry died out so did you

~Chris Mondal

 

Touch

 

December 15, 2008

I was five or six years old. I was young, confused about my surroundings.
There were candles around the whole room, and people in suits …
I stuck my hand on the flame of the candle, damm, it burned like hell.
The chairs were made of wood and they were old …
I would smack the webs from under the chair.
I kept getting jolted by people’s bottoms because they seemed to be walking backwards.
It was then it was my turn to see this stranger box in front of me.
My mother lifted me up with her gentle hands.
Inside there was a man, his eyes closed, hands on his chest
and his face had no expression of life in it.
And from that moment alone I learned enough about life,
or so how I felt, and when I touched his hands, they were cold.

~Jose Almanzar

 

Deaf

 

December 15, 2008

What would it be like if you couldn’t hear at all?
What is the true sound of silence?
If you couldn’t hear, how would you learn to speak?
Do you hear the sound of a electrocardiogram as an old man takes his last breath
or can you hear the ocean when you put a seashell next to your ear?
Nevertheless, it would be better to hear nothing but peace and tranquility
while the child does not know that in the other room
his mom is getting beaten by his father …

~Jose Almanzar

Beep Beep Beep

 

December 10, 2008

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, THUMP – as my foot kicks the wall, but the beeps keep on going. What is causing that evil noise to mock me? Beep, beep ,beep, beep, beep, beep. The TV stand scratches as it gets dragged across the floor. All the cables get pulled from the back of the TV violently but farely silent, only the knocks of my hand hitting the shallow wood behind the TV echos through the room. Knock, knock, beep, beep, beep … the sound still exists even with my TV completely unplugged, a grrr escapes my mouth. I just want that noise out yet the beeps continue, beep, beep, beep, beep. Still completely conscious a slight moan, thanks to my aggravation is heard. Not to be outdone by the moan, the beeps seem to get louder, and louder, and louder. BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! I turn my head and the source of the beep is seen, its my cell phone alarm doing its job a quick flip and a few button presses, and its gone, “ahhh” finally ….. silence

~Sean Perry

 

 

Baby Is Awake

 

December 10, 2008

I wake up as if firecrackers are by my face
I rush like a rabbit in the race
Sometimes I wake up from a dream
Sometimes I wake up to a scream

~Lorenzo Velasquez

 

The Streets

 

December 10, 2008

Hearing is a way of seeing through your ears

This is what I’m hearing — hear it with me

The singing of the crickets loudly saying, “Coqui, Coqui”

The drunken men on the corner bodega spurting out words with no meaning

“Poop, Poop,” as the blue and white car speeds down the street

The cold air whistling around my ear, “whewwwwwwwwwww”

School zones sounding like a swarm of excited bees ready to sting

Hear the pain through their chatter, the suffering through their voices

The stress through their smoke, and the hopefulness through their vote

~Christian Lajara

 

One Touch

 

December 2, 2008

The girl was in constant agony, she thought she would never make it. With no one to confide in, she lived in misery day after day. She wished for someone special – that special someone to hold, to talk to and to spend special nights with. The comfort and conversations she dreamed of ….. priceless! The day came and with the shake of hands she glowed, heart melted and all. Years went by … instant chemistry from the beginning until one year the person left, never to return. All alone in constant sorrow, she felt so unloved she finally gave up her search and shortly her life was gone.

~Kabiya Jones

 

Food for the Mind

 

December 2, 2008

Many thoughts of your favorite foods baking in an oven
Mouth watering aroma fills the air
Trying to focus on other things but your mind causes you to do otherwise
But because you couldn’t and wouldn’t dare touch it your mind does it again
Here you stand in front of the oven
waiting to get your hands on the most delicious foods you’ve ever tasted
You go in for the kill about to do something you know you shouldn’t do
Sweat is now forming
turning into pools
You open the oven
and now you are a fool
Your mind works wonder’s doesn’t it?

~Kabiya Jones

 

The Bitter Punishment

 

December 2, 2008

The punishment was to eat these lemons
Oh god, how I hate these!
Their soury taste to the bitter core drives me to insanity
Their bitterness runs through my veins like frostbite on the skin
I’m sorry but I’d rather run naked through the season of winter’s wind

~Kabiya Jones

 

Hurting Hearts Cry

 

December 2, 2008

There’s a heart out there hurting somewhere – can you hear it?
The pain, the torture, the agony it holds, it’s unreal
but it stands on it’s own to constantly beat
and hold it’s composure for the person on the outside
It’s full of misery and grief
This person is me, that my heart stands strong for
through all the pain, through all the torture, through all the agony
It’s wisdom is what carries me through
I am who I am because of my heart
It’s truly unbearable but from today until forever we will always be inseparable

~Kabiya Jones

 

Poor People

 

December 2, 2008

WHEN I WALK THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
I SEE MANY POOR PEOPLE CRYING OUT FOR HELP
AS THEIR EYES TURN BLOOD SHOT RED
YOU CAN SEE THE SICKNESS AND PAIN WITHIN THEIR BODIES
AS THEIR FACES ARE SUNK IN WITH HUNGER
YOU CAN TELL THEY HAVEN’T EATEN FOR DAYS
AS THEY DIG IN THE DIRTY GARBAGE WITH THE RATS TRYING TO GET A BITE TOO
YOU CAN TELL THEY HAVEN’T SHOWERED IN WEEKS
AS A THICK LAYER OF DIRT FORMS ON THEIR BODIES
WHILE THE POOR LIVE LIKE ABANDONED ANIMALS
THE MIDDLE CLASS PEOPLE WALK BY
WITH DOLLAR SIGNS WRITTEN ON THEIR FOREHEADS
THE POOR SOON TURN INTO BONES
WHILE THE WEALTHY GET FATTER AND FATTER

~ALEA HARRIS

 

Motorcycle

 

December 1, 2008

MOTORCYCLE
CRUiSIN’ THROUGH THE HIGHWAY
RIDIN’ ON MY SPACESHIP
SO MUCH ROOM I’LL NEVER GO SPACELESS
EYE’S GONE IN THE WIND
CUZ I’M SPEEDING BUT I GOT A CLEAR VIEW
AND I DON’T REALLY SEE NOTHIN’ IN MY REARVIEW
LEANIN’ AND ROCKIN’ CUZ I KNOW HOW TO STARE TOO
CUZ MY MOTORCYCLE’S LIKE A SPACESHIP
I COULD FLY TO THE MOON

~VAUGHN CALLAHAN

 

The Box

 

December 1, 2008

The steel double doors connect, more than half the buttons are lit up, yet I am the only person on. There is a bad smell in the dimly lit 4 by 8 foot box, a mixture of urine and B.O. The floor contains burnt out cigarette butts and building notices warning eviction on it and my reflection is a blur on the metal walls surrounding me. The small window in the door in front of me gives me quick glances of the different worlds that stand between where I stay and where I go. The security cameras light in the back right hand corner blinks red, keeping me alert to it’s presence. I come to a stop and a swift kick and powerful slide frees me.

~Sean Perry

 

In My Room

 

November 24, 2008

I see walls that shield me from pain, agony, and trouble
troubles that stop me from having my dreams deferred
comfort from the relaxation I will feel from just watching my favorite shows
The feeling that nothing could ever stop me, a brick wall, not even.
These are the positive feelings I hold within my mind that only time can tell
I see a beautiful life for me, me living heavenly
From me being shielded, I’ll know it’s time to glow
but when it’s bedtime the dreams I would have no one will ever know

~Kabiya Jones

 

Tree

 

November 24, 2008

As I look out my 8th floor window,
My eyes connect to a fluffy tree filled with autumn colored leaves
It enlightens me …
I see a family of birds on it’s thinly shaved twigs
Bundled as if they were glued together on a long dark brown bark

~Alex Brown

 

I See

 

November 24, 2008

I see what you seem and you see what I seem. I see a dark room with a dim light. I see a bright blue sky with cotton clouds. I see a person without a heart, a hole in their chest, a soul that’s missing. I see a bright red car with rims so bright they’ll burn your eyebrows.
I see the world … the world sees me.

~Christian Lajara

 

OCEAN

 

May 13, 2008

I can see a vast body of water swirling into an infinite horizon
I can hear the spirited sounds of its depth in passing
I can taste the saltiness wafting through the air, gently sprinkling on my lips
I can smell the seaweed as it arrives to the surface and floats atop a blanket of calm
I can touch PEACE … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …
~Ophra Cohen

 

My Car

 

May 22, 2007

    I can see myself driving down I95 in my IMPALA

    I can hear the the booming sound from the engine when I start it up

    I can smell the freshness of the trees and grass as I zoom past

    I can feel the smooth, leather cover as the wheel slips through my fingers

Jamal Jones

 

Living a dream

 

May 15, 2007

I could feel the warm rays of light touch my face as
I awakened from sleep

A smile touching my lips

as the edges of my lips curled in contentment

anticipating the fun we would have 

I scooted off the edge of my bed

hearing the birds

chirp and whistle their happy songs

Rolling the blinds down

Seeing the small green lizards stuck on the wall 

I could taste his kiss

I could feel his warm embrace

in warm jolts of happiness and inner peace

Melissa Vargas

 

My MOM

 

May 2, 2007

I can see her smile when I walk into the house coming home from school …

I can hear her voice when calling me in laughter because of a joke she’s trying to play …

I can smell her cooking before I even enter the room …

I can taste all the love and effort of each meal she gives me …

I can feel her warmth from the hugs and kisses she gives me

{{I LOVE MY MOM}}

Daniel Robinson

DRESSED IN SILVER LIGHT

 

May 2, 2007

In the dead of night

small beams of light peek into my window

The moon shines … 

illuminating bright rays through the window blinds

Peering down on me

Glowing in silver light.
Bathing everything within it’s shimmering reach

In shining silver light lining the room in a ghostly aura
Of glowing gray light

Melissa Vargas

 

My Life Is Like …

 

January 18, 2007

                                                                                                My life is like a river because it always changes. A river’s flow may be rapid, not so rapid, or just a little trickle. Or a river may have salmon in it one day then tad poles in it the next day, or salmon and tadpoles in it the following day. It may have leaves floating on the surface or flower petals blown by the wind floating on the surface. It may be polluted with toxic waste but after a certain amount of years it may hopefully have clear water running through it again. It may even overflow upon the river bed or even flood the nearby village. Then dry out with no water at all, exposing the rocks directly to the sun’s rays for some years…..  Then miraculously again flow rapidly with clear, fresh    water …

Zena Bracero 

 

THE HEART BEHIND THOSE EYES

 

December 14, 2006

You look away     That smile dies     You’re so confused     I hear your cries     You try to explain     You try to believe     You know what to do     You try to leave     Every word you say strangles my heart     I try not to break     Not to fall apart     I just want to grab you and make you see     This heart you own inside of me     Just turn around as happiness dies     Show me the heart behind those eyes

I want to see     I need to know     The way it looks before you go     The words you say conflict with the beat     I look through your eyes so warm and sweet     You want to stay      So please don’t go     You’re killing me      But I’ll try not to show     I want to sleep inside your soul     You move me completely     You make me whole     The beautiful rose     Once proud to bloom     Now shedding it’s petals on top of love’s tomb     I sit in the dark with so many whys     Just show me the heart behind those eyes

Let me see the dream we shared comfort me     I’m torn and scared     I feel your tears     It’s starting to rain     I lose myself through all the pain     I’m begging for you     Just do this for me     Walk up to a mirror so you can see     Is anything left     Is something alive there     And left to struggle while you take Five - where    Look deep inside you     And know it’s there     Under the smile you used to wear      Listen real close to the love that cries     Listen to the heart behind those eyes    

Mayelin Tavarez 

 

MY SENSE OF LIFE

 

December 12, 2006

My hands are my tools —

I use them to do mostly everything …

My eyes lead me to daydream …

My ears are the radio sounds in my head …

My tongue is the taster of the food Mommy makes …

And my nose smells the flowers in the garden you create!

Vianny Abreu

 

MY BLOCK

 

December 12, 2006

View children running around playing in the park …

Sounds of gunfire ring out with loud, roaring bangs … and then silence …

Strong odor of newly urinated decrepit, dark hallways …

Savoring the sweet taste of dinner —

Four chicken wings and fries bought at the Chineses Take-out …

Heartache and pain amid the melancholy feelings in my heart … 

Will I ever, ever escape my block?

Jason Marquez

 

A NIGHT AT THE STADIUM

 

December 7, 2006

I can see A-Rod batting up for the Yankees with the bases loaded

I can hear the fans BOO him because he strikes out

I can smell the hot pretzels people are buying

I can taste the nachos with cheese that I’m about to eat

I can feel the energy mount in the stadium as the ninth inning approaches

Ivan Melendez

 

LYING DOWN UNDER A CHERRY TREE

 

December 7, 2006

The petals float gracefully in the air

from the Cherry tree

The birds chirp pleasantly with each other

The sweet fragrance of the flowers

floats wonderfully in the air

I feel the wet grass

upon my skin

As I inhale deeply through my mouth

I can taste the blossoms of joy

Zena B.

 

MY CAT

 

December 7, 2006

I can see him jumping through the air

I can hear his crying “meow” when he is stuck in my room

I can smell the fresh cat litter when I open the bag

I can taste the piece of moist turkey I feed him from my sandwich

I can feel his soft black fur rubbing against my legs

I love my cat, Juice!

Christina H.

 

MATTHEW

 

December 7, 2006

Looking at him

So small, so innocent

Listening to his laughter

So soft to my ears

Kissing his lil lips

Tasting a sweet, cherry lollipop

Touching his cheeks

As soft as a rose

We are nose to nose

I smell him

So fresh, so pure

Nothing but the scent of a lil baby boy

Chelsea T.

 

BRAZIL

 

December 5, 2006

I can see myself back in Brazil again … relaxing with no worries …

I can hear the ocean water hitting the rocks on the beach in Rio de Janeiro …

I can smell the pure fresh air of what seemed like a new beginning …

I can taste the sweet Pina Colada numbing me to all my problems …

I can touch the beautiful women I meet as we playfully interact …

Jarnell Wilkerson

 

ON THE BEACH

 

December 5, 2006

I can see my feet wiggling in the sand through the clear, aqua water …

I can hear the waves of the ocean crashing up against the shore …

I can taste the salty seaweed floating in the ocean …

I can smell the sweetness of the coconut tanning lotion …

I can feel the hot sun burning my delicate skin to a crisp …

Sabrina S.

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