Owen Mayhew
Deja Vu
Submitted by Jeeps4fun on March 19, 2008 - 13:21.Deja Vu
By Owen Mayhew
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12
Sometimes I see things in my dream,
And life goes on for a time,
then out of the blue, and sudden like a scream,
it returns in a way most sublime.
I know not how to explain this
happening first inside then out,
I know it is strange to reminisce,
something I should not know about.
And it is most peculiar,
that I should see life this way,
and it is very difficult to meter,
What is real and what is fake.
Sometimes I see things in my dream,
And life goes on for a time,
then out of the blue, and sudden like a scream,
it returns in a way most sublime.
Bullying
Submitted by Jeeps4fun on February 15, 2008 - 14:10.Bullying
By Owen Mayhew
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12
Why live,
with fear and deprivation,
where people,
make others,
feel small,
to make themselves,
feel big.
What is the point,
who really cares?
What others think,
just ignore the stares.
Iraq
Submitted by Jeeps4fun on February 15, 2008 - 13:08.Well it started out,
When we went to war.
To counter big guns,
We sent the Marine Corps.
Now they don’t know why,
There goes a war.
They think it’s for profit,
Shows who knows more.
We’re saving lives,
And saving those.
The Last time I ever wake up early
Submitted by Jeeps4fun on February 10, 2008 - 17:37.Beep-Beep-Beep!
The alarm clocks tone pummels my sleep-deprived brain,
like a pride fighters face.
I physically strike it,
gently,
“Just 5-more minutes”.
But alas this thorn is persistent,
and it won’t cease or desist until
it’s purpose of rousing me,
from my abysmal slumber,
has been fulfilled.
Time to get ready for school,
where I must go,
(but don’t really want to).
Pride
Submitted by Jeeps4fun on February 10, 2008 - 17:31.The beginning of a large project,
when ambitions abound, like fire works on a clear night.
At first there is nothing but a tiny notion,
but soon the idea blossoms into maturity.
It will soon fade, but before it is gone it will be replaced by another.
Now research and planning commences,
followed shortly by materials acquisition.
This phase, although seemingly important,
Faking It
Submitted by Jeeps4fun on January 30, 2008 - 14:37.Here he stands,
The conquereing hero,
Triumphant in his victory,
Returns to his home town,
Practically exhaling confidence.
The rewards;
Treasure, metallic in sight touch and taste.
Wine, Women, Song.
He is exalted.
A dark stillness enters the atmosphere,
And citizens once free to rejoice,
Instead return to fear and sorrow.
Their Champion, is not.
