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Harmless Or Dangerous
My car broke down in the middle of the woods
I was not prepared so I had no goods
The sun is burning on this hot, summer day
I see a stranger across the way
He peers at me with his long, stinging glare
And I think, does he hate me or does he care
I cannot believe what I see in his hand
I think, am I a coward or am I a man
I run away as fast as the wind
But hearing his voice
Made me lose it
I couldn’t rhyme
Or think of a way out
He catches up I start losing my breath
Only to find he has a helpful wrench in his hand
He finds the problem within my car
And fixes it with ease
Now I know you can still be scared
But if they really care
You shouldn’t be scared
You should face your fears and let them hear
The Speaking Fear
As I watch my classmates present well before me
I hear the teacher speak YOUR UP!
All pain only just starts
As I get get up there
All I can see is my classmates staring straight at me
Thousands of eyes stare as they shoot fireballs directly at my body
As I get further and further into my presentation I hear whispers from my peers
me expecting the worst I panic and start to sweat
this panic attack is like a poison in my mouth killing me
putting me in a void
A void of fear with no courage in site
as I go further and further into this void I start to smell smoke
It was smoke coming from my heart from the burning pain in my chest
further and further I go now I’m sweating so much its weight is pulling me down
I burn and burn until it’s over
by that point the fire fighters are pulling me from this void and putting out this fire
after I cool down I wake up as if nothing had happened but still
Still I feel that I have been traumatized
it doesn’t change that I’m just preparing for another attack
When all I’m thinking about is the end
But then I begin to think is there really an end to this
as I run it through my head I thought
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The Journey In Darkness
Down the stairs I go
Alone in darkness
With a candle in hand
With it’s stone walls
And it’s stone stairs
Down the stairs I go
Hand on the wall
Damp and mossy
Supporting me
On my way down
Down the stairs I go
Other than footsteps
Is dripping of water
Splashing down on my head
Extinguishing my candle
Down the stairs I go
Alone in darkness
With my candle
That no longer emits light
On an endless flight of stairs
Alone in the dark
With light gone
With a cold taste in my mouth
Placing my candle
Onto the damp stone stairs
Down the stairs I go
Alone in darkness
Stumbling on a step
Falling down fast
Down many steps
As I got back up
And continued my way
I seem to be in place
As if stairs were moving
And not me
Then I turned around
Looking behind me
I see some bright light
And I finally realize
It was my imagination
Words Can Hurt
I hear people talking,
their hatred and all.
As mean as the devil
I wish they wouldn’t call
Me names I don’t like
Ugly, stupid, and dumb
I try to keep them away
As a rule of my thumb
Their words always slap
their victims’ weak feelings
they never use the same words
to keep fresh with their dealings
But what’s worse is the fact
that they strike without caution
they surround you and drown you
giving no other option
But there are some
who are willing to help
They’ll care for your wounds
so you won’t have to whelp.
Fears That Bind Us
It is tempting
I see the light
bright and warm
I understand
why people always go
towards it
It beckons me
calling out
the voices of those I’ve lost
It is tempting
they sound so pained
they call to me
It is tempting
then I understand
I can not go into the light
I must fight it
I am terrified
I know I must
overcome
my fears
I can’t do it
yes I can
I smell it
the stench of the dead
lIke a million skunks
the bodies, dead, but still calling
I taste the blood
awful
like metal
then
I realize
not blood
but death
what I taste
I know I am close
to death
this knowledge scares me
but gives me power
scary, but powerful
I will myself to overcome
I rise up and wash
the taste out of my mouth
with the water of life
I am living
with power
new power
it was tempting
my fears
overcome
no longer binding me
The Big Water
The Ocean
So strong and so powerful
Pulling you away
So evil it will deceive you
changing your life forever
Take you away
To a better place
The ocean
So powerful
So deep
so dangerous
so harmful
Filled with animals that could make you disappear
Forever
The waves take you farther and farther
Away from life
so strong they take your breath away
with your life
You hear the kids screaming
You jump in and try to help
But it’s too strong
too dangerous
The ocean
Dream Trapped
By: Madeline
My eyes wander the open scene,
There was one soul to be found
And that was me.
To hear the sound of nothing
Wasn’t blank at all
But the sight of nothing,
Grew to a fear above all.
I look up to see
shiny dreams,
And wonder
Where am I might be?
I study around, like a fox at night
Until I gazed upon
This empty box
and…
BAM!
I was in my dream.
Thousands of my dreams
vanished here,
and I finally caught one.
The Water of Death
“Hey you guys should go down the river.” my uncle said
“Can we?” my dad replied
“I did, you don’t even need a permit.”
“We’re still going to check. Do you want to try it?” my dad said talking to my family
That’s when we decided to go tubing down the Niagara River. So the first thing we did is go to the info station and asked is there a way we can talk to the Niagara water Marshall. My dad and mom went there and came back and said we can without a permit. When the next day came we go out and buy things we need. We needed a whistle to make sound if we need help, a water gun that will show boats that we were there and tubes. We got everything set and went down to the river we got a little floater for a cooler with snacks and rope to tie each other together.
I was so excited until I saw the water it was dark couldn’t see anything. I started second guessing it. But I couldn’t let my family down so jumped in my tube and I kept my feet and hands out of the water. Once I hit the water all you heard was SPLASH! After 5 minutes or so it was relaxing. Until a boat came by we had to grab our water gun and shoot it up in the air even though it was in the morning.
The shocking part is the water was as cold as ice. But after a little you got use to it. We went down the river we ate some snacks and put the wrappers back in the coolers so we didn’t litter. But one of the scariest parts was when my dad wanted to lay in his tube so he struggled around then he said he just touched something with his foot. I don’t know if he was lying or not but I still got scared.
Once we came up to our drop off there were parked boats everywhere and since I was the smallest I wasn’t the strongest. I tried and tried to swim to the dock, but I couldn’t I started getting nervous. But then my mom came to my rescue and grabbed a hold of me and helped me to the docks. Once we got up we headed to the car and I thanked my mom for helping me. That’s my courage story of me coming over my fear of the dark water where you can’t see anything.
Do or Don’t
If you have no fear of talking in front out a large crowd without preparation or improvising a solo because you forgot it; props to you. Stepping out of my comfort zone, especially in public is always a struggle for me to get past. People try and give me strategies for going up in front of a group of people, like imagine everyone’s in their underwear or stare at one spot in the room. It’s not that I’m scared of the people watching me it’s what they think about me, when they’re judging me. I try to play but only a squeak of my instrument comes out along with my face bursting out into a lavish red and sweating profusely. I put some of my hardest work into my tone and solos but when it’s time I break under the pressure. Grades and all of these numbers that rate me and are supposed to the reason I do well or fail in life. Why do I even try?
Music has been a necessity since I first touched a trumpet in 4th grade then it grew to two instruments and approaching three. It would be a vent for me if I was mad, sad or depressed in anyway. It’s a counselor you don’t need an appointment for. Most days after school instead of eating, sleeping or homework, I would go and play music; much to my family’s dismay. If was happening to feel stressed in any way or form the words woven by the music would pull the pressure of my shoulders.
Then when I get in front of people that all changes. My head’s a mess of thoughts and my face is twisted in concentration. “Am I playing the right notes?”, “when am I supposed to stop?”, “is it good enough?” The notes flow out without me even thinking about it, years of practice assure that I know the notes. I only wanted the solo because I was the only who practiced it, but I was still way too afraid to mess up. Then a thought hit me like a rock, “If my teacher allowed me to do this why can’t I?” He had enough faith in me so why don’t I?
Music will always be a home to me and it will carry me through the hard times. It speaks to me better than anyone. The fear is just like a spit valve I need to clear and clean.