Montpelier High School

Looking at him wondering…
He talks about life.
Does he know…
He laughs at our child hood memories.
I feel this way?
He leans over and hugs me.
Does he know…
He says he's happy we're best friends.
That I dream of him?
I hug back and try to not look him in the eyes.
Does he know…
I tell him I'm happy we're friends also.
I'd die for him…
'good' he whispers.
…he doesn't know

Love's Toys

By Daniel Wyman
Montpelier High School, Grade 12

They are the sweetly doomed
Young lovers, holding hands.
a ring on Her finger, His innocent gift.
She loves it, She loves him, loves the look in his eyes.
He loves Her, He holds Her, but soon come the lies.

That ring loses luster
That look in His eyes
Has dimmed as the shine of their innocence dies.
She loves him, She holds Him, but deep in Her mind
She doubts Him, He wanders, but love tells no lies.

She knows that they’re destined
This damned, sweet two.
He thinks that he loves her
If only He knew.
She loves him, She thinks, oh where is Her ring?
He’s noticed, He’s hurting, oh look at His eyes.

He finds her old ring
Of all places here:
The back seat, a friend’s car
Does confirm fear.
She loves him, not Him, not her ring-bearer boy.
He hates her, He hates him, love treats us as toys.

The Grass is Dead on the Other Side

By Daniel Wyman
Montpelier High School, Grade 12

I feel ripped from a tapestry
Taped hastily
To the facing wall
Only to watch the hole I’ve left.

Morning, I watch my void
Voraciously
Wishing to return
Now light edges in, illuminating
The easy brush strokes from which I was torn;
A scenery coming clear
Of inviting white light, bordered by cherubs
Carefree and safe.

Midday, my past position glares
As if to cast blame on me
Implying with a stare
Infidelity
But I can only gaze in want
And hurt at my rejection
While gardens and doves join the cherubs
In beauteous insurrection
They rejoice in notes of splendor
And songs of lovers.

Night, I squint at the remains;
My old outer edges blurring
But reflecting still
Their reverie.
The skewed cherubs fade and doves fly away;
Gardens grow thin to grass
Until
There is no anything, there lies a frame.
But I lay bordered by limitless boundaries

Night after Day

By Daniel Wyman
Montpelier High School, Grade 12

Let the sun set on this final day.
The day we all wait for.
But don’t let me know, as the sun descends
Don’t let me know I won’t see it again.

Just stare at the black; the giants and dwarves
In dazzling supernovas, all suns will set
And everything known comes crashing down
And the air halts its flow, so particles hold still.
Dust balls become comets until the burnout
Of most brilliant colors

And what color will there be when black does not exist?
I will wonder as the sun sets.
Just don’t let me know.

"Twigs"

By Daniel Wyman
Montpelier High School, Grade 12

We feed from the same earth
spring from the same tree
yet I shiver to think the same lifeblood
is shared between you and me.

You offer yourself to the worms
change colors absent of fall
and drink the most toxic of rain.

From my branch I don't know
whether to shield you with my leaves
or let the corruption course through your capilaries
as you dissolve inside and out.

Love is Waiting

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

If I sat on this bench
for the rest of my life
would you ever notice?
would you ever wonder?

Part of being human
is being curious but
most just douse their
curiousity with fear

Fear. Fear is part
of love, and that's
what keeps me on the bench
the love of all of you

I love each and every
one of you forsaken creatures
and will wait for you
to notice me and wonder

Humanity is curiosity
Curiosity is fear
Fear is love
Love is waiting

I believed and he was gone

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

Oh who gave you life
Oh who sent you here
Can't say I see light
When light just isn't near

He was born with a flame
He was born with a word
Hanging from his name
And yet he's lesser than you, sir

Oh who gave you life
Oh who promised you
Can't say I see light
In humbled words of new

No one ever told me
That truth always hurts
That love equals pain
That pain isn't real

No one ever said
That times will get harder
That lessons aren't learned
That knowledge is false

And if things get too hard
There's a choice you must make
You can choose to live this life
Or take a train to the next

Woe are Those Without the Forbidden Fruit

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

Turn a blind eye
To the blue sky
And you will never have to lie
About your blind faith

Turn a deaf ear
To the woods, dear
And you will never have to hear
The wolves beyond your pen

Follow me
And your life is filled with
Simplicity
You'll never have to speak
I am your thoughts

My Little Red Rose

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

my little rose
was blood among snow
she sang of the truth
and she spoke of the lies
slowly she danced
into the night

oh, no, where did she go?
oh, no, where did she go?

my little storm
was a frightening sight
he plucked my little red rose
locked her up, hid her away
now she will never know

oh, no, there he goes
oh, no, there he goes

first one drop
then followed another
her heart was falling to pieces
her song and her words
were lost in his pitiful greed
now there's no little red rose

oh, no, all alone am i
oh, no, all alone

my little rose
was blood among snow
she sang of the truth
and she spoke of the lies
now she is dead
and so am i

Prompt #11, 2007 or #9, 2008 General
Deadline: November 21
Book Report on:
All Quiet On The Western Front
By: Erich Maria Remarque
Title
A Portrayal of War
By:
Hailley M. Becker
Home Phone 802-223-2220
14 Colonial Drive
Montpelier, VT.
05602

Hailley M. Becker
October 24, 2007
Book Report
All Quiet On The Western Front
Montpelier High school, Grade 10

A Portrayal of War

Lost Memories

By Molly Taylor
Montpelier High School, Grade 10

I try to think,
Desperately cling on to memories,
But they’re like sand in my hands,
Slipping through to an unknown graveyard.
I sit here wishing,
Hoping that you’ll come back somehow
And remind me to live life to its fullest
And never let go,
But you always let go;
You learned to let go.

I explore the empty caverns of my head,
Searching for the answers,
But you took them with you,
Not knowing I’d need them.
I’d call you selfish,
But maybe that’s really me.
I’m biased in this situation
Because you told me that day,
You told me you’d always be here for me,
So where’d you go?

For War is Never Won

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

Forget time
Forget memory
Lose doubt
Lose sadness
Stay with me
Long enough to
see the sun
You won't believe
Until you understand
These winds have
whispered lies to you
These stars have
shown false light to you
Troubled times are these
And we are nothing without
your song of silence
Lead us strong

High School

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

When I first started high school I heard alot about change. How your friends, your school work, and probably your life would change. I didn't think much of this. I mean, I knew change was going to happen, I just didn't know it would be this drastic.

On the dark cliffs full of shadows
The river is rushing, the water crashing
Headed towards the inevitable fall

On the dark cliffs full of shadows
No creatures are seen, no creatures are heard
All have left so long ago

On the dark cliffs full of shadows
The river is rushing, the water crashing
Always on a devious course

On the dark cliffs full of shadows