Sierra Cruikshank
The Bomb has Fallen
Submitted by crookshack on March 14, 2008 - 10:11.The Bomb has Fallen
By Sierra Cruikshank
Rochester High School, Grade 9
Flashes in the distance, blind me
Bright shades of green race in streaks.
It started with a stroke of orange
And forever that’s all I will see.
Death Penalty
Submitted by crookshack on January 18, 2008 - 13:44.The expression, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
seems to apply in some cases it seems to be "alright".
what about a life for a life?
how do the rules change then?
there is no real difference metaphorically.
nobody has the right to decide whether you live or die.
whoever breaks those rules, often suffer a consequence.
a hypocrite for a hypocrite.
Stereotypes
Submitted by crookshack on January 1, 2008 - 23:04.These words written on my face,
that "define" me,
stream down my cheeks
clumping into a black smeared mess.
Everyday I become more like them.
Everyday I find myself wishing I could find
the right soap to clean them off.
There is no such thing left.
They no longer make that soap.
The blurred letters stare back at me in the mirror,
screaming at me.
sweetest mistake
Submitted by crookshack on December 6, 2007 - 13:43.By Sierra Cruikshank
Rochester High School, Grade 9
I am too afraid to ask her
To see if maybe she regrets
The things I have taken
From her perfect silhouette.
I see the pictures of another time
Another world
Before I was born,
All That Has Past
Submitted by crookshack on November 13, 2007 - 17:16.
I look at the sweet face staring back at mine
Three years old
but knows nothing of time
She reminds me of how we all once were
mind twirling round
only a few can remember
the days of no worries
and no regret
the days of when there were no secrets
these golden days
of course will fade
and the bed of innocence will be made
and all the words that were spoken
A Snowflake
Submitted by crookshack on October 28, 2007 - 18:53.By Sierra Cruikshank
Rochester High School, Grade 9
I pushed the door open,
A cold gust of wind blew into my face.
I don't really like the winter.
I looked out on the plain colorless terrain.
Egck. I thought.
Six months of this.
I am truly in the wrong place.
I took in the raw air
It burned my nostrils and throat.
Closing my eyes I dreamed of a much warmer place.
Siblings-an older sister
Submitted by crookshack on October 23, 2007 - 08:48.Siblings - an Older Sister
By Sierra Cruikshank
Rochester High School, Grade 9
Living up to someone's standards
never quite struck gold
someone else who came before you
living life so bold
my tears have dripped for many reasons
I could never hold
people think of me like her
for certain traits I've sold
We may have certain genes alike
such as eyes and hair I'm told
