Jules S.

High School English 11e

Presents

The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago,

And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone;

Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part; But what must be the smile

Upon her friend she could bestow Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be But the remotest star!

For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe,

The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.

Ly-Ly-

ing in the rain ing in the rain

If only everything IIf only everything I

wanted Dripped down inwanted Dripped down in

tiny pills Bite-size and chew-tiny pills Bite-size and chew-

able Scientifically proven to be able Scientifically proven to be

able to swallow Wake up, drink able to swallow Wake up, drink

up Wash away the sorrow But up Wash away the sorrow But

I know the rain will sing a-I know the rain will sing a-

gain tomorrowgain tomorrow

And all others universal creatures

Intelligence, intelligence, intelligence,

As opposed to instinct distinguishes,

Man from animals, fishes, insects,

Brain

A Tornado of Tears

An Avalanche of Anger

A Hurricane of Helplessness

An Earthquake of Envy

A Tsunami of Cynicism

A Firestorm of Fear

Just a few of the things

A beautiful smile can hide

A Tornado of Tears

An Avalanche of Anger

A Hurricane of Helplessness

An Earthquake of Envy

A Tsunami of Cynicism

A Firestorm of Fear

Just a few of the things

A beautiful smile can hide

Like some people areOr so they sayI found god some sick person saysI found love some desperate person saysOnly Illusions only Illusions Transpired from a distorted societyBlindly following not thinkingBut, Oh yes! Found

Why this is this and that is thatTeacher please explain

I want to have a hold on the universe

People so ignorant, always needingan explanation

Not everything has an explanation

Do not ever expect one

Mighty scientists give me a threshold on an uncontrollable universe

Please I need an explanation

A butterfly Kisses the lip

Of a crimson flower petal Mourning tearsOf morning dew

Show the reflection Of blood

Lost to the thornsRolling slowly down

To the bottomOf the slender stem

Where the sleeping people layNaked as we areTo ourselves

Naked of fleshAnd bloodA skeleton

Reflecting and refractingEasily seen through

Not ever having its own identityOnly mimicking and hoping for identity

Sometimes people think that it does It's only an illusion; just like its so called identity

Think for yourself

Reflecting and refracting Easily seen through Not ever having its own identityOnly mimicking and hoping for identity Sometimes people think that it does It's onlyan illusion just like its so called identityThink foryourself

Into a dark holeDarker than night

A void, puzzling, yet amusingNot knowing but wanting to know

Its depth unknownEverything about it unknown

It may seem scary, but curiosity drives the mind

I am a dead treeSomewhere in the glenA crow will come and visit meBut only now and then

I see a patch of wild rosesBeautiful and perfect in every wayPeople come and gaze at themEach and every day

I am not surprised at allThat no one comes to gaze at meFor I am bent and worthlessNot the same as roses you see

Whiteness glimmers inDawn bends through the pane

Fog, soft as cobwebsClinging

Close as a lingering ache, orRejected love

Mournful, ashen cheekedMuted, beautiful,

Leeching naïve dayTo congealed moonlight --Milky wormwood memoryWarm breath once shared

Whiteness glimmers inDawn bends through the pane

Fog, soft as cobwebsClinging

Close as a lingering ache, orRejected love

Mournful, ashen cheekedMuted, beautiful,

Leeching naïve dayTo congealed moonlight --Milky wormwood memoryWarm breath once shared

Whiteness glimmers inDawn bends through the pane

Fog, soft as cobwebsClinging

Close as a lingering ache, orRejected love

Mournful, ashen cheekedMuted, beautiful,

Leeching naïve dayTo congealed moonlight --Milky wormwood memoryWarm breath once shared

Whiteness glimmers inDawn bends through the pane

Fog, soft as cobwebsClinging

Close as a lingering ache, orRejected love

Mournful, ashen cheekedMuted, beautiful,

Leeching naïve dayTo congealed moonlight --Milky wormwood memoryWarm breath once shared

PERSECUTIONPeople believe

you cannotSee or Hear or

WorshipAn invisible they

haveNot Seen, Heard, or Worshipped.

ROUTINEWhen it happens

The entire structure changesAnd waiting for schedules

Becomes unimportant.

TRUTHBringing peace isn't a matterOf making small men listen,

But of making large men hear

The Heat

Man, oh, man it's hot.

I want to relax,

But instead of sleep,

Sun is what I got.

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