Student Verses

by Ron Barton

Don’t ask my name

  I the one, the one with the voice,

  the voice of reason,

  the voice of misleading thoughts and sinful acts

  and deceiving manipulative words.

  In truth alone I bluntly state and hurt the hearts of others

  and in truth alone I deceive the ones whom in trust we are formed.

  I the one the one of chaos,

  I the one without reason or guilt.

  Don't ask my name for I might lie.

  Jani-Mei Jackson

 

 

  Ode to Jeanne D’Arc (Joan of Arc)

  She was pure as a saint,

  Powerful as the radiant sun that you could not taint,

  Beautiful as the glowing moon,

  The best leader we could ask for, we’d have victory soon.

  But those British bastards didn’t agree,

  And sentenced her to death due to witchcraftery.

  They took her away, although she did fight,

  She was tied to a post and set alight.

  They laughed and jeered as she was burnt,

  She was in agony, if only she weren’t

  Her fierce spirit waned,

  Her body became maimed.

  Until, finally she was no more and she passed away…

  Onwards she went, may she rest in heaven without delay.

  But why? Why did she have to be taken so cruelly?

  I can never forgive them for what they did…

  Au revior, my darling angel.

  Chelsey Baseley

 

  Homeless

  They awake from their slumber

  In a daze and feeling drowsy

  To find a world of pain

  Starving and crying

  Nowhere to call home

  Begging and pleading

  What is their punishment?

  What have they done to deserve this?

  Surely no one takes pity

  As they beg on their knees

  Eyes heavy like they haven’t slept for days

  Broken and destroyed

  From the world’s cruel ways

  What is to come of this?

  No virtue no reward

  Hurting inside

  As they close their eyes

  No bed to rest their head

  Praying and Wishing

  Hoping one day this misery will end

  Megan Brown

 

  Wendigo

  Well then, seems I can’t go back.

  But why? Couldn’t this happen to some other Terry or Mack?

  I should stop moping, I have to run

  They’ll want me dead if they’d known what I’d done.

  I used to be normal. Well, if normal means being unseen

  No one would notice me even if I’d scream

  If I did something awesome no one would be phased

  But if my brother did the same thing he would be praised.

  I cried so much, it drove me crazy

  That people thought I didn’t exist or was lazy

  Maybe that’s why I did it, wouldn’t you too?

  If everyone thought your existence wasn’t true?

  It was one night my family went to dinner without me

  I was alone in the streets, the lights dim and hazy

  I saw a man jump an innocent girl

  He was going to rape her, the thought made me hurl

  I was hungry, but onward I ran

  I would be a hero, so I charged at the man

  I tackled him, punched him, caused him pain

  But at this point I went a little bit insane

  The woman I saved had already fled

  When I dug my nails in so hard he bled

  He screamed and screamed, my eyes were bloodshot

  I ripped him apart with no conscience to make me stop.

  Why do you look at me like that? That’s not even the best part

  If anything this is only the start.

  His pained screams to me sounded like Chopin

  But I hate classical music, so I smashed his head open.

  I used too much energy, I was now starving

  So with my bare hands that man’s body I began carving

  I tore a small chunk out of him and ate it

  And quickly learned the thighs are the best bit

  Not long after that, maybe two or three days later

  My sin followed me, and turned into something greater

  My form changed, I grew large antlers and claws

  And my sweet smile changed into serrated jaws.

  My reflection scared me, I just couldn’t see

  How that hideous thing was actually me

  What happened to the cute young man? The golden wavy hair?

  My gentle violet eyes were gone, at least my hair was still there.

  I’m not human anymore. My hunger is insatiable

  Only tales of the supernatural are relatable.

  I can’t stay, so to my brother I said

  “I might hurt you, I don’t want to see you dead”

  These faraway woods are my new home

  With nearby humans to eat and plenty of space to roam

  There’s nothing I can do, now I know

  This is the unfortunate curse of the Wendigo.

  Georgia Clapham

 

  Just Another Girl

  He watched her sitting on the bus

  Saw the tears fall down her cheek

  His breathing slowed, he closed his eyes

  And thought back to the last week

  He told her he was dangerous

  That she shouldn’t play his game

  But she had had her heart broken before

  And she thought he would be the same

  He took her out on dates

  She quickly fell in love

  Nobody’s ever been this kind before

  It’s as if he’s from above

  But little did this poor girl know

  That players never change

  And while she gave him all of her

  He dated girls with other names

  Soon he was tired of her

  He decided to break her heart

  Part of him didn’t want to

  But he had warned her from the start

  Now he watches her on the bus

  Tears falling down her cheeks

  And he decides to erase all his memories

  He no longer cared about last week

  Josephine Brooks

  Soon To Be Dead

  The winds enfold me as I am picked up off my feet. I am wrenched upwards, unable to hear my heart beat. Below I see a house get crushed, get pulled off its foundation. The water in the banks below, go dry with dehydration. A girl’s little teddy flies past my head as I hear a cry below, as another little boy’s teddy gets ripped in the large wind flow. The huge winds form a circular motion as the skies shudder with fear. Lightning flashes and thunder crashes before my eyes, frightening a deer. Animals scurry into holes to get away from the fast approaching outburst while I am thrown across the sky, soaring headfirst. A tree comes into view and thumps me across the head. I plummet towards the upcoming Earth, surely I will be dead.

  Rebekah Bécsi

 

 

  Make Me

  Staring at myself from in the mirror

  I see a girl who has been poked and jabbed

  Why are they doing this to me

  Losing my way on their statements of my errors

  It seems like the real me is gone forever

  She calls out

  Please don’t lose who you are

  Although you may experience blood and scars

 
Seeing what they make you hurts

  Please don’t let them take you

  Be okay

  I know it’s hard

  Please follow your heart

  These tears that I keep losing

  Show me you that you’re not proving

  Be true

  Be who you are

  How do I make myself look perfect?

  It seems that’s what I gotta do to fit their picture

  No matter how hard I try it isn’t working

  I can feel a pain inside me

  How I long for my real love,

  Real life,

  Real smile

  These real emotions I can feel on my own

  Through my own

  Not through their own

  Aspen Muizarajs

  Suicide

  Muted by your immobile tongue

  Trapped by your lack of strength

  Your fragile body remains motionless

  Your life at an insignificant length

  Warm breath finds no escape

  From where your senses form

  The emotional state I endlessly feel

  Is nothing but a storm

  Rain pierces my fair skin

  From the shadowy clouds it falls

  Unable to smile or laugh or think,

  Barricaded by shrieking walls

  Good-bye I say to all sweet life

  My heart at a reckless pace

  My eyes remember one last thing

  The deadly bullet in my face

  Courtney James

 

  Gone

  The white room is filled with the deafening sound of silence

  Everybody stands around motionless

  Looking at the bed where you lay

  Breathless, lifeless

  Why did he go? Gone to soon, he’s in a better place, people murmur

  Every comment makes my stomach churn more

  I leave the room, not being able to take the silence anymore

  The same words swarm around my head

  8:22, he is now pronounced dead.

  Laura Sunley

 

 

  Classical Feel

  It’s the best feeling

  When the dots and lines

  Start to make sense

  To form a wondrous concept

  It’s so simple yet complex

  Easy to understand yet few can understand it

  Like that of an algebraic equation

  It comes very close

  It’s the best feeling when my fingers glide

  Back and forth between the pitches

  Sliding here and there to catch that quick,

  Melodic tone between each note

  It’s like nothing you ever hear now

  Not like pop, or rock or anything like that

  But, concerto’s, overtures and arias

  Written by the greatest

  Beethoven, Bach and Mozart

  Requiring a special talent

  That special talent,

  A talent I have.

  Kirstin Tapper

 

  Diamond on your finger.

  Tell me how I'm supposed to feel?

  Being happy seems so far away,

  The feeling that we used to share has now faded.

  I'm lost in a wood, not with trees, with words,

  My life described as puzzle pieces.

  Once upon a time complete.

  You were Juliet and I was your Romeo,

  I was your prince charming and you were my princess.

  Now I'm your ex and he is your lover.

  Tell me how it feels to hurt me like this.

  See you in the street,

  Diamond on your finger.

  And now I lay here breathless,

  Everything in the past,

  Heaven in the future

  Elle Martens

 

  Unreal Realism

  I am dragged by fierce reigns from the fields

  Reluctance drags me down; yet the voices of monsters call me

  Despite this reluctance, I yield.

  Lingering in the warmth; the rain patters

  On the crying windows

  I long to go back to a place that matters

  Where the wind whispers to me in my ears

  Where there are no hearts broken

  I can escape this world of facts and tears

  Each turn can be right, not often wrong

  They reach the next chapters of the book

  This is the place where sounds meld into song

  In my fields of scarlet ribbon leaves

  Flowers hum soft lullabies

  Not always with the terror of Hallows Eve

  There’s such uncertainty and mystery

  Adventures under my paper clouds

  They merge with memories, my history

  I lie within my mind for hours, as I lay in the silver grass

  I watch my violet sky wash over me

  Until my time has passed

  I venture into your masked mortuary

  This uncontainable chaos is your reality

  Now I know what waits outside my sanctuary

  This is the world of nightmares

  Why I built my own world to escape

  When I need to flee from this world’s snares

  In a place where all wishes come true

  I feel the freedom of a world all my own

  This unreal realism is in the mind of you

  Emma-Jane Wescott

  Christmas

  The snow fall gently onto the frozen path

  The air crisp, clean and just as cold

  I enter my house and hide from the cold’s bite

  Now in the hall where the lights emit pure gold

  I walk forward in to an open room

  I see white light wrapped around the Christmas tree

  Its branches bearing many decorations

  Its sight makes me smile with glee

  The table is already laid full of delicacies

  I already found my favourite dish, of course the meat

  I look at it ravishingly but know I can not yet devour

  Then the doorbell goes, I jump to my feet

  People have started to arrive for this Christmas day

  Everyone seems to arrive in a rush

  Dinner is started in minutes

  So quick everything overlapped into one like a slush

  Every year I think the same thing

  How this is my favourite day of the year

  Its only negative is its limited time

  Now I know that the next Christmas is nowhere near

  Harvey Talbot

 

  FOREVER ON MY MIND, ALWAYS IN MY HEART

  Tears won’t bring you back,

  But if only they could,

  You’d be home right away,