Miranda Scott

They walked a road of sorrow
Waiting on the light of tomorrow
For now he'd been gone a day or so
To greater things then we'd ever know

I can't see you
Wonder why?
I'm not as strong
as before you died

"Oh, friends of mine
Shall we dine?
Partake a drop of wine?
Oh, friends of mine."

I can't see you
Wonder why?
I'm not as strong
as before you died

In that moment they recognized
The man they'd known, and before their eyes
He disappeared into the night
And so became your fragile state of mind

I can't see you
Wonder why?
I'm not as strong
because he lied

And they ask themselves as they retire
"Weren't our hearts burning with desire?"

You solidify
The flaws in
Human nature
With the stroke
Of a paintbrush

And I was born
With the image
Of the divine
Drawn upon my
eyes in blue

And you keep your life
Just like you do your paintings
You just paint over the mistakes
Find the meaning, find the hope
No, it's better when it's black
and you've been nothing but alone

So you can suffer
you destroy
all things that
surround you, and
I don't mind

As long as you show me
that you still
believe in something
I need to know
you're still alive

And you keep your life
Just like you do your drawings
You shade in those empty spaces
Find the meaning, find the hope
No, it's better when it's black
and you've been nothing but alone

You can not erase
the memory that
I gave you
But you try to
believe you can

That seems to be
enough for you
Now you will leave
and I will see that
the sun rises on you

And you keep your life
Just like you do your memories

Darkness plays tricks on my eyes
That's when he sheds his newest disguise
Tonight it's behind the wall
It's his time to creep and crawl

He heads down to the parlor
Now he's heading a little farther
It's the old piano he adores
It plays of its own accord

"Listen to my melody
and maybe you will learn from me
Lessons I was never told
Lessons new and lessons old."

"Always look before you leap
Never sell yourself cheap
Keep near the ones you love the most
Never listen to a ghost."

And with the last line he laughs
He vanishes and does not come back
I rush back into my warm bed
And pull the covers 'round my head

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

Scientists Cannot Explain

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

To you my heart is blood
To you my love is chemicals
To me my heart is yours
To me my love is you

To you my sadness is hormones
To you my death was depression
To me my sadness was my heart
To me my death was my love

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

You Shouldn't Be Afraid

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

Sometimes When I Speak

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

Sometimes when I speak
No one listens
Sometimes when I cry
No one hears
Sometimes when I lie
No one pays attention
Sometimes when I crawl
into myself
No one cares

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.

It's Funny

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

It's funny how I see you.
You're better, you're stronger.
I'm weaker, a failure.

It's funny how you see me.
I'm cooler, I'm happier.
You're lonely, you're lost.

It's funny how we see the world
Differently, strangely.
It's funny how we both suffer
with envy, with hate.

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

This piece of fiction was inspired by an interview the writer had with her grandfather, Grandpa Wendell.

My Idol is Unique
By Miranda Scott
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

My idol isn't really one person. It's many people combined. There are specific traits I like about each one. My "combined" idol is unique. They don't follow the crowd--they like to swim around it. They have their own creative style and personality like no one else. My idol is creative. They love to express themselves in poetic ways, whether it's through music, art, or even sports.