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Poetry Zone


The following poems were submitted as part of the Kern County Library's Poetry Collaborative, a project begun for National Poetry Month in 2009.

Roger, Bakersfield
Feb. 1, 2012

Hobo

He said...
He heard voices,
Voices of angels,
Surging from elsewhere,
Sprinkling melodious harmonies
Around frolicking dolphins
On the Bermuda seas,
He saw...
Visions of ballet dancers,
Above crest of waves,
In the high seas;
Things an old salt tar,
Pirate or buccaneer,
Would ever dream to see,
In a perfect storm.
He said...
Camel toes sifted,
Himalayas of desert sand,
Stomping;
Imprinting memories and histories,
Simple minded stories,
Of times long gone,
Cryptic riddles of decades
Welcomed,
As drafts of fresh air
On sweat drooling skin,
Lightness of breeze reminiscing
Of orgies and time of plenty,
Kings and tyrants,
Beggars and vagrants
Enjoyed along.
He heard and saw it all.

He said...
Crouched on a concrete sidewalk,
In anywhere city,
He remembered;
Traveling seven skies above,
His worn out shoes,
Lifting him higher than high,
He tasted, tears of joy
Salting the corner of his lips,
Sign of gratefulness,
The transcendental blessing,
Flowing on the wings
Of The Almighty,
Cleansing and taking flight
From the gutters within.
Then he said,
He needed say no more

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Roger, Bakersfield
Jan. 30, 2012

Related
We lay on seven dimensions
Seven degrees of separation
Where erections suddenly falters
Where inner sanctum dries
Partners come and go
Through revolving doors
Through faded memories.
Eaten up and swallowed
Through intermittent forgetfulness.
People that used to be,
Acquaintances from a life's corner
Disappearing around a bend
Memory lane paved with carcasses,
Too heavy to carry,
Too heavy to drag
But still sticking to our heels.
Disappointment tags along
To the next forked road
Where destiny awaits
With no answer to give
And a blank gaze
Emptied of hope
Elves and goblins,
Mermaids and fairies
Distracting the corner of our eyes
Ejaculate in unison
Laughing hard at human confusion
Comic relief for a frowned face
That hangs still
To a Je ne sais quoi
Among mirages of a deserted wasteland
Where sand castles crumble
And wet ground melts away
At every raindrop
Phantasms grow
To grandiose dimensions
Stroking egos
To heights of ecstatic elation
Stroking egos
To depths of epic depression.
Liberation seems suicidal
Death is but another arrival
To an arid and bitter endeavor
From outside looking in,
Elves and goblins,
Mermaids and fairies
In disorderly unison
Reach orgasmic satisfaction
Laughing hard
At humans confusion.

Chopped liver

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Roger, Bakersfield
Jan. 30, 2012

Job Description
(to Kevin Shah and keen)
Not for the faint hearted fools
Shooting out at the O.K corral
No duel-fencing,
No finger pointing,
Holster is bare skin
And no jabbing allowed.
Relaaax
No dominion over domain,
Dominatrix or ego tripping
Me and mine lost their spot
Their deeds are unwanted
Among this bunch
All you can share
Is the modus vivendi
Drop excesses at the doorstep
Hush and relaaax
Ego might seem bruised sometime,
(but hey!)
Take a crack at your eggshell
Scramble for an omelet at daybreak
Feed your mind lessons
Oozing from past heartbreaks
Sit your ass down and
Relaaax
Start over at each day's end
Don't blow smoke on brushfires
Take a step back, no pressure
Don't set yourself on fire
Birds sing no written song
This ain't no lie
So shut your brain up, and
Relaaax

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Jillian, age 15, Bakersfield
Jan. 15, 2012

How could the world carry on
Knowing it would end in pain?
On the day they made the atom bomb
What did they hope to gain?

As the metallic terror flies through the air Whole cities scream out in absolute fear; A weapon that evil hopes to snare To burn and tear the atmosphere.

Its radiation twisting and fouling flesh, Its fires destroying all life; The power hidden beneath metal mesh, Split atoms causing so much strife.

But what if destruction isn't a blight?
Just a purge to the world through glorious light

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Jillian, age 15, Bakersfield
Jan. 15, 2012

Its gaping mouth calling me in,
Black maw opening wide;
Stony teeth hiding ancient growls
Of its monsters crawling inside.

It rumbles in its deepest throat
The enticing wind's sad howls;
And now I'm waiting here to die
Inside its twisting bowels.

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Ericka, age 13, Lebec
Lebec

Love is an act of endless
Forgiveness a tender look which
Becomes a habit

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Ericka, age 13, Lebec
Dec. 6, 2011

I miss him
And he misses me
I love him as much as can be
And i cant wait
tell that first date
When he holds my hand
And we walk in the sand
I miss his dreamy eyes
And when i said good-bye
We both started to cry

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Lamar, age 21, Greensboro, NC
Nov. 16, 2011

T.E.Q. (The Enigmatic Question)

Perplexity

Mystification trapping me in uncertainty Taking its water and filling me with anxiety Obesity Infecting my mind Driving me into insanity Dragging my helpless body into a detestable facility This vicinity Incarcerating me away from my reality Trapping me in this jail for eternity Taking my joy with negative activity Replacing it with mediocrity Stripping me of my worth Reducing my quality Increasing my alienability Hopelessly searching for this affinity That takes an image of me and makes a complete mockery Speaking damnation Such vicious vulgarity Puts the bullet in the gun And ends my life completely Major fatality Detaching my reasoning Obliterating my logicality Denting my mind frame Decreasing the measurability Of my marketability My marriageability The ability to identify my true identity Irregularities Causing major deformities Mind is clouded Eyes are blinded I'm losing my clarity Being trapped so long in captivity Trying to answer the question That placed me in this labyrinth of intricacy Causing all of this complexity And every ounce of confusion that resides within me

How do I love again?

How do I begin to trust again?

How do I walk with confidence
When the confidence was shattered
By an ego-crushing rocket
Programmed to seek-and-destroy
Seeking to destroy every tangible and fabricated grip On this omnipotent emotion Stimulated by chemical imbalances Branding itself onto my heart I reached my charred hand out Incinerated from the past lies and false claims of "I care about" fill in the blank here And as I offer my heart, I reply, "Fill in the blank here"
As the mischievous thieves
Continuously stole fragments of my heart Filling the blank with starvation and dehydration Slowly deteriorating the last bit of faith I have left Driving it to extinction...
I'm trying to believe in life
Staring death in its face...
Questions painting the pure white walls Tainted black Poisoned from years of skeptical relationships New ones come in Wanting to change the landscape of a land Barren of life, covered in ruins Condemned houses reminiscing past paradises Painted on the panels of the houses are

How do I love again?

How do I begin to trust again?

How do you continue to tell a hopeless romantic To continue to hopelessly hope in the hope That I will end your pain someday?
That
I can be the one to give you a passionate baptism And wash away the scars embedded in your spirit Tattooed for life?
I hold out a cup
Asking for nothing more but a little something To help me believe again...
Half full of spit
The rest full of pity
From those who took the time to feel sorry Because others decided to spit on my pain and sorrow...
Bridges constantly burned
As I clamber along
I fall into seemingly endless chasms
Of depression and misery
Looking for someone to save me for once....
I'm the superman that hung up his cape
Heart made of kryptonite,
I'm dying from the inside out....
My faith in love that is...
The faith that was the size of a mustard seed And once moved mountains Devoured and regurgitated by those Who could care less about a brother Who has more to offer than the average man...
Empty is my can
For I cannot stand the constant lies...
I'm fiending for the truth
Staring at my mailbox
Hoping for a package that will clarify the conundrum Still, I'm buried under the constant bills of questions

How do I love again?

How do I begin to trust again?

Where do I even begin?
To answer these unanswered question
Desperately trying to find a solution
So my heart can once again produce this passionate potion Overflow it from my mouth as words From my mind as thoughts and dreams And my hands and feet as actions An overflowing fountain of amorous refreshment...
But before I can even answer this question...
I have one more to ask:

Who is bold enough, and brave enough to show me?

Fill in your name here

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Amy, age 49, Ridgecres
Nov. 14, 2011

Ghosts of the Kern

Oh
Mighty
River Kern!
Many minds seethe
and those hearts still burn
for the loved ones stolen
and so many souls set free—
her cursed Medusic majesty.
Where the rock and glass and steel all crash and mortal bones and jagged water clash.
No heed to the warning: “Stay Out. Stay Alive.”
Two-hundred-fifty lives taken since sixty-five.

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Noemi, age 25, Bakersfield
Nov. 4, 2011

Passage of love

The twinkle in her eyes
Let me know she cares
Her laughter and her giggles are things that we can share.
The years will fly by,
Green leaves will dry and die,
but her lovely soul will forever in my heart abide.
For nothing is forever but true love aside.

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Cecilia, age 17, Bakersfield
Nov. 1, 2011

The boundaries that divide us will soon fall and thus no segregation will overfall to torment and persecute our beloved friends but only will it occur when we release ourselves and escape the chains that tie us to society and our hopes will be restored to fill the vacant hollowness they left long ago ==================================

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Jacqueline, age 31, bakersfield
Oct. 31, 2011

Every summer we would drive mile after mile.
Taking a break from the California lifestyle.
We'd go and stay in Texas for awhile.
The best souvenir was seeing Grandpa-pa smile.

A cowboy hat and boots he'd always wear.
Adding a wild shirt just for some flare.
You always knew he was full of hot air.
When that goofy grin of his would appear.

When he'd get home from work I'd be nice.
Always make him a Jack Daniels with ice.
He'd thank me with a candied orange slice.
To be able to do again I'd pay any price.

Grandpa-pa never liked any kind of snake.
Trust me when I say that's no mistake.
Didn't matter if it was real or fake.
Into a cold sweat he would break.

Spending all that time with him was great.
It was when we'd leave I grew to hate.
Another year I would have to sit and wait.
To see my Grandpa-pa again in that Lone Star State.

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s nt P., age 17, Bakersfield
April 1, 2009

"her name iz she".......her name is she with long hair, her name
is she who does not care, her name is she who is in others
talks, her name is she who is blind when walks. her name is she wh0
is f0olish with choices, her name is she that hears all the wrong
v0ices.........her name is she wh0 runz the streetz....

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John, age 56, Weldon
April 3, 2009

there is a girl I love, tho she is far away
she lives inside my heart
forever and a day
she comes to me at night, in my deepest dreams
then one awakes along to find things aren't always as them seem

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Terri, age 50, Bakersfield
April 3, 2009

Long before tattos, there was life.  We lived.
My body is a leather pouch, beloved and worn smooth.
I've carried it near me for over fifty years.
It has served me well.
It is a faithful companion, even bearing fruit out of season.

My grain is supple and relaxed, stretched but not torn.
My body is priceless.
The imperfections are wisdom on canvas
and the characteristics of beauty and quality. Lasting quality.
Beauty that evolves painstakingly over time. Much, much worked
clay.

These flaws are not battle scars
they are from use.
They tell a story of life.
My body and I are
the most faithful of companions.

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Steven, age 8, Bakersfield
April 7, 2009

it was dark
a bat went out of its hiding place
when sunrise came a cat awoke and found a hat
a dog came out of no where
and then it started chasing a hog
the big chase was on

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krystal, age 30, Bakersfield
April 7, 2009

change
mothers are crying children are dying living in the hood isnt a
piece of cake struggling to survive to live a good life but the
devil comes in tormenting young minds to kill each other off.What
it about territory in the gang life suposively your a family
united as one but have you considered what you have done sold
your self for life. think your all bad think twice before your
serving 25 to life. think every thing is cool firing a gun think
twice before your lying on a bed hooked to a resperator and the
people who love you are asking god to spare your life

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Kimberly, age 43, Taft
April 8, 2009

Life
Is what we make it
What we make out of life
Is that we often take it for granted.

Life
Is too short to be messing around with it
Before it is too late
Let's sit down and look back
And just maybe we will see what we lack in
Life.

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Shawn, age 36, Weldon
April 8, 2009

On This Breezy Spring Morning, I Enter the Courtyard to a
Standing Ovation

My audience of one:
A fifty-foot cottonwood.
Rustling its keen leaves.

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michael, age 30, Bakersfield
April 8, 2009

when i first saw him i fell in love
a brown haired italian guy
like something from my dreams

i had him once, now he is far away

one day we will be together again

i am living for that day....

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Teresa, age 50, Rosedale
April 9, 2009

Who are the heroes? Wounded each day yet still living, in fear of
the unknown, yet they will carry on. Forever alone, sacrificing
their life for the 'stranger' who doesn't even care. Surviving
the unthinkable, she never saw it coming. She labored, nursed,
comforted and bled but is now Despised by the children she
brought forth. They are the Mothers of sons and daughters who
have forsaken their birthright for the joint-the hit-the
needle-the "high". She would do it again to have her babies
back.

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Weldon, age 16, Kern County
April 14, 2009

the world is so bad but you look so good to me but the ground is
so dim to so are you

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Eileen, no age given, Bakersfield
April 16, 2009

Alone

As I sit thinking
Silent stare, hardly blinking
Thoughts of the day
As I make my way
A silent moment
Such a peaceful time
Please don't bother me
Some other time
Continued thoughts
Maybe a walk
Sounds of a symphony
What beautiful harmony
Music so soft
Like feathers flowing
Serenity in the air
As I stare peacefully

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Max, age 27, California City
April 16, 2009

WHY

Why do I feel so sad and lonely
Why do I feel so blue
Why does my heart Ache so slow and
lonely
Inch by inch my heart falls into
Pieces so slowly it hurts it pains me
Everytime it rains on me
I'm wondering over & over if
Someone out there is willing to love me so
And if they can will they be able to mend
My broken heart back together again

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Dj, age 16, Bakersfield
April 16, 2009

I know it hurts and i might put you to shame but all I need is
your sex, love and pain

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dave, age 50, Bakersfield
April 20, 2009

often we wonder how long/lives flyin' by so fast/it's an ocean
but it ends at the shore/

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brianna, age 11, Rosamond
April 21, 2009

i can see mountains
i can see deserts
i can see you too
but what i really want to see is the sea
i am at the sea
and i miss the
mountains and deserts
but what i miss more is YOU
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brianna, age 11, Rosamond
April 21, 2009

its you and me
how could it be
i am not your type
how did we end up together
i dont know
well its you and me
forever it will be
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Cher'Maine, age 35, Bakersfield
April 22, 2009

TIREDNESS BEGINS AT HOME WHEN YOU HAVE TO DO ALL THE WORK WHEN
THERE IS TWO....TIREDNESS CONTINUES AT WORK WHEN THE TEAMWORK
THAT SHOULD BE IN PLAY EVAPORATES AND YOU FEEL ALONE...TIREDNESS
IS WHEN YOU GO HOME AT THE END OF THE NIGHT AND CAN'T CONVEY THE
LOVE YOU FEEL FOR YOUR FAMILY AT FIRST BUT WHEN YOU SEE THEM
SMILE, RUNNING AROUND, AND SEE HOW HAPPY THEY ARE THEN YOU START
TO THINK MAYBE THE TIREDNESS IS WORTH IT.

________________________________________________________

Crystal, age 23, Frazier Park
April 25, 2009

"Annoyed"
Leave me alone,
I don't want you around,
curse the damn people
whom taunt my every ground,
Leave me alone,
I hate your annoying voice
when your standing right over me,
you give me no choice,
stop trying to save me,
stop trying to love me,
Leave me alone in this dark room,
where I sit in the corner and rhyme alone,
Iam better off this way,
I think its for the best but everytime you come near,
I want to die and rest,
So let me be, I'll never change,
for the secrets I hold are more than you can vain,
with skeletons in my closets
and ghosts in my house...
I see this is going nowwhere,
now I'll scream and cry for HELP!

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Ashley, Bakersfield
April 29, 2009

   A high perched owl takes a flight,
Into the stormy darkness of night.
   Golden eyes, Piercing eyes,
Glow in the light of the fireflies.

A cricket's chirp is heard to play,
    Songs of wonder, hope, dismay.
While the trees arch overhead,
   Their leaves whistling with songs unsaid.

   A streak of fire gleams in sight,
Shooting through the darkest night.
Slowly it rises, a golden glow
   Shining light on those below.

  Soon eyes begin to crack,
For the darkness that they lack.
Dreams though shattered, now are sought,
From the light the sun has brought.

     A new day dawns.

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Anthony, age 52, Bakersfield
May 1, 2009

The ignition of our spirits. Bright lights blinding the source of
our direction. Scenes reflection turmoil from beneath the
surfaces of the imagined. Out lines of true beauty. Know whats
real.

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Gabbie, age 14, Bakersfield
May 6, 2009

One day I ditched school so I started walking down the street and
I met a lady that was singing on the side of the street that had
a beautiful voice but she was very poor. She was very dirty and
her hair was crazy nappy with bald spots. She had holes in her
shoe's and holes in her dress. and she looked a little like me. I
had a little of money in my pocket so I walked up and gave it to
her. I had asked how old was she and she said 24 then I said "Why
are you on the street singing for money?" and she said "I got
this way because I thought I was to cool to be in school so I
ditched at the age of 14.

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PETEY, age 12, Bakersfield
May 6, 2009

MY DRAKNESS IZ BAD, MY GIRL

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ryan, age 21, Bakersfield,
May 7, 2009

WHEN IM ALONE IN MY ROOM SOMETIMES I STARE AT THE WALL AND IN THE
BACK OF MY MIND I HEAR MY CONSCIENCE CALL TELLIN ME I NEED A GIRL
THATS AS SWEET AS A DOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I REALIZE
I NEED LOVE

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JUSTIN, age 23, B Town
May 7, 2009

COMIN HOME FROM WORK IM FEANIN FOR AN EIGHT BALL I GOT CRACK ON
MY MIND IM HEARIN COCAINE CALL TELLIN ME TO BEEP THE DEALER TO
DELIVER ME SOME KEEP IT A SECRET FROM MY WIFE CAUSE SHE THINKS
THAT I DONT DO DRUGS

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Ariel, age 17, Bakersfield
May 10, 2009

Tomorrow, mother's day
The day 24-hour dedicated to my mother...
to your mother...
to every mother in this world.

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Jasper, age 25, Bakersfield
May 11, 2009

I have drawn
countless numbers,
of hearts on paper
thinking of you.
And I would guess
and be correct
that the number of,
hearts on paper
that you have drawn
thinking of me,
would be
zero

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Leslie, age 14, Shafter
May 20, 2010

Why Can't We..

Why cant we just runaway?
Leave everything behind.
All our problems in the back of our mind.
Forgetting them for a while,such a sweet moment.
Not worrying about whats next for us,not looking behind or a head of us.
Living in the moment just you and me.
No one else.
Going somewhere where everything is new and untouched.
So give me a reason why we cant just runaway.

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Flame, Ridgecrest
May 21, 2010

the world was dark
there was no light
you left me there
in the depths of cold, merciless night then
in the distance
a beacon of light

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Alissa, age 26, Bakersfield
May 21, 2009

My soul expands and contracts
With my wallet. I worry:
Is this materialism?
A bad word, something I denounced
And derided, back when I had the luxury
Of fewer bills. Now I always know
Exactly what's in the account, precisely
What I can spend. But life
Always demands more; the moment
I've cleared a wiggle space for little pleasures,
Large expenses shoulder their way in.
Like you, I usually panic, but pull through,
And wonder,
What isn't materialism?
Aren't all our souls contracted,
(Angels dancing on a pin)
In these times, when we've wormed our little ways
So deep inside our wallets,
That you just might find us if you just peer in?

Or, rarely, if we just peer out, and wave?

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Alissa, age 26, Bakersfield
May 23, 2009

To Market, To Market

The light of the tiny shop was hard and golden,
And weighted with fish smell, unbearable
To my lungs. I lingered near the door, and air,
And the familiar, brightly packaged shapes
Of chewing gum, or peanut butter cups
I knew she' d buy me. She had to bribe me.
I hated the place, and have no memory
Of its interior other than that stench,
And the small comfort of the candy racks.
Done with her purchases, she' d lead me out,
Clutching my consolation, gulping
At that clear southern California air,
Little mouth too wide, maybe,
Like the gaping dead fish inside.

This place, now, is large and cool,
And the fish smell ties my gut in knots,
Not disgust, but pain. I pass
The noodles, pastries, tea,
Sauces and crackers, stupid things
Having nothing to do with the Philippines, mostly,
But they make me see her.
These are my familiar
Smells and contours, now.
Maybe
I can bribe myself from feeling, keenly,
How little she'd they'd left me of our culture.
My words for them: Lola and Lolo'oh,
And their word for soy sauce: toyo.
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Kasandra, age 14, Bakersfield
May 29, 2009

love is something special, and not something that is ment to be
thrown away, love is used each and everyday, love will be around,
until that very day when everyones true love is found, love puts
a smile on everyones face, being inlove for the first time is a
memory that you can erase.
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Shena, age 14, Bakersfield
May 29, 2009

theres this girl,with a long pretty curl. there was this man,that
asked for a hand, she said yes, i'll try to do my best. when she
picked up a box, fell out hundreds of locks. she ask what are
these locks for, he then said they are for the nob on some
doors. she said why so many for so little, he said the doors are
very,very briddle.

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Gia, age 24, Bakersfield
May 31, 2009

I remember love

I remember love
When it was so adolescent
I remember love
Never kept me guessing.
I remember love
So mediocre to the definition today
I remember love
Loveâ ¦when did you go astray ?
Come back my way.

I remember love
Kisses were so sweet
I remember love
When love wanted the best for me.
I remember love
Love so divine
I remember love
Once upon a time.

I remember love
Sacrificial to the touch
I remember love
Loveâ ¦how I miss you so much.
I remember love
So pure and so sweet
I remember love
Loveâ ¦.how did you forget about me ?

_______________________________________________

Tammy, age 44, Bakersfield
June 4, 2009

Though this doesn't rhyme, here is some food for
thought. People are like a rose. Beautiful, unique in their own
design. But if handled wrong you'll get stuc k
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Chandler, age 13, Rosamond
June 12, 2009

Laughter is like a flower it's pedals break off and it turns to
something ugly.Why cant we get along why do we have to make
racial remark.Why.?That is the question.
________________________________________________

Alvin, age 35, Rosamond
June 12, 2009

eyes that sooth my arousal exspectantcies a close encounter
has me drawn in with new life when i found her
i love her i love her not saintin wit a new plot theres no
stoping
i stay close to god while im hip hoppin
label her dangerous miss me wit the kiss of death
deadly to her like wise to her when god gave me breath
so breathe in breathe out entangle in spiritual awareness
wither away the pain and hurt annd gloomyness and bareness.

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Rene, age 13, Bakersfield
June 16, 2009

every time i hear your voice a million things come into my head
some stuff is amaginary

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Ramon, age 17, Delano
June 16, 2009

All my life, I've been skipping to your beat, following your
melodious ideas
Never questioning, never thinking it was time to hit my own frets

I sang your tune every time i was up to the mic, the mic you set
for me
Now, I think it's time to write my own song
I'll set my own stage, my own mic
I'll find my own audience and recite my own lines
Don't tell me I can't do it
Don't tell me i won't make it
Support me
Be there when I play my first note
Be there when I get my first standing O
Be there whenever I need you
Support me
I don't need to be let down again
I just need your support
My music is life
The words I create burn with the passion of a thousand souls
The wind never blew never like this before
I never spoke words never like this before
Support me
Now that I am vulnerable,
Now that I am here,
listen to my words and help me rid myself of fear
Don't let me chase this dream alone
Tell me I can do it
Tell me you'll be there
Please, be there when I come home

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Jessicaa, age 14, Rosamond
June 18, 2009

the night has fallen the sun has gone . the darkness overides my
skin and cuts me deep. i feal the blood levening my body and
excapes my vains and gose to some one new. another life is lost
in this sill game we call love that has only just begone.

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Jessica, age 15, Rosamond
June 18, 2009

there it gose agen my life as a person. there agen a kid cries.
there agen the moon has risen.there agen is the girl with the
broken hart that tries to move on day by day. theres agen is the
boy that just wants to die. theres the lovers that will never
love agen. there agen i right this pome .there agen it will
become a song.

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Lizbeth, age 9, Bakersfield
June 20, 2009

roses
not every flower tells romance
but a rose can
the beauty
of a rose
it's unique look
it's divine smell
the colors of a rose
from orange to red
it is simply a flower apart from all others

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qUeenz eNT, age 15+, South Carolina
June 29, 2010

thee thinqs yhu usedd tuuh say still runs deep in mi veins.
thee lovee we sharee is more then anyone eles feel.
thee kindest yhu brinq is more then a frakinq rinq thee other quy could brinq.
yhu aree mi heart mi soul mi joy mi love i feel like qodd sent yhu from above.

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Aliah, age 19, Bakersfield
June 30, 2010

life
Life is such a real thing
Something that can make your heart sing
On this subject we do have our own say
Mine is that we should never put it to waste We should all make it while it last All the way from future to present to past We should really care for ours in any way Until God recieves our souls from our last day We all start from darkness to light On this little journey ill like to call life

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Jessica, age 14, Rosamond
July 7, 2009

how did i get so lucky to have meet you??how did i be so brave to
tell you i like you?? how did i say i love you?? how did i follow
you?? how did love take me over agen?? how do i say this.....I
LOVE YOU

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Samantha, age 10, California City
July 14, 2009

love is true to all who cares its worth the wait but soon it
tears hearts are broken here and there knowone figures out who or
where but some how its just there

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Jasmeen, age 13, Bakersfield
July 15, 2009

A speck
onlooker, a nobody
watching, not saying
but making a difference
a speck is all i am
A speck is a i need to be
but in truth are we all not specks?

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Martinique, age 13,  Bakersfield
July 17, 2009

bold as lightning
strong as thunder
against she is, of fighting
majestic is her power
always is she thinking
leaving us to wonder

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Melissa, age 18, Bakersfield
July 23, 2009

without my baby i aint s**t, i need her in my lyf so i cud
suceed. she made me fall so crazy in love, and i will never
forget my truly love... her name is mariah my beautidful babe. if
u ever read this . i want u to see what u made... a girl who is
crazy for u, i just hope our love will never fade away. i love
you baby your my world my wife my every lil thing . i need u....
and i love you. your my all.

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Deadrianne, age 16, California City
July 23, 2009

life aint what it seems   !!!
living in the projects aint what it seems some
leave their kids at home some tell them to leave killing and
shooting aint the best thing so you should just leave4 take all
your things and hurry out the door leave a note to your homie
tell em ypur gonna make something out of your life cause when you
maske sothing out of your higher than high when your brain goes
to waste it just dies

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Barbara, age 57, Bakersfield
July 25, 2009

Haiku

Art, music, dance
Alternative Academics
Heaven on earth

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Laura, age 17, Bakersfield
July 25, 2009

Title: Eight Years.
It's been eight years since we heard them yell,
Eight years since the towers fell.
Eight years since they lost their lives,
Everyone taken by surprise.
It needed to happen so that we could stand together,
And let us remember that, now and for ever.

November 11,2001.
Never Forget.

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Jim, age 9, Bakersfield
July 28, 2009

i am red u are green
u are red and
i am green
your mom is blue
and your dad is red
get it

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Victoria, age 15, Bakersfield
August 1, 2009

My sadness
goes on
forever

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Victoria, age 15, Bakersfield
August, 1, 2009

my sorrow goes on 4 ever i could write pages on and on til' the
days grow dark and weary way past the death of my mom it gets sad
wat i write 'bout breakups deaths and broken bones i would slowly
bore you but that is all for now

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Cory, age 17, Bakersfield
August 4, 2009

My Desire I desire for you for food and money and life. I desire
in my sleep and everywhere i go. My heart desire you over my
lifetime and i never ever get you off my mind.

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Bill, age 67, Tehachapi
August 13, 2009

Wooden Soldiers...

In your hand,
they seal fates, secure fortunes and launch ships --
tongue sharp and sword mighty.

In mine,
nothing they do is permanent,
and most is rubbed away --
fit only for notes and lists,
a doodle, a drawing, a scribble, a sketch.

In your fingers,
they spin and dance --
ballerinas twirling on their toes.

In mine,
they stomp and stumble --
clowns wobbling on their heels.

For you,
they are tools of craft and precision:
slender, straight and tall,
young, six-sided and cedar fresh,
eager to empty their black hearts
on painfully white fields,
and sacrifice themselves without regret
to crumpled sheets and polished gems.

For me,
they are merely soldiers:
yellow uniforms and pink helmets
armed with lead and ready to march,
but doomed to die in vain
on paper beds...

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Sharleece, age 15, California
August 13, 2009

dear god,
i want one eye to be green and the other blue
i want him to be 5'9 and hansome in pesonality
i want him to love me but for me not to love him back so i
may never be hurt, so i may never sit up and cry about him
cheating on me, so i won't ever hava a broken heart

love always,
legacy

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Josh, age 18, Bakersfield
August 13, 2009

A world of darkness
A world of cold
A world of sadness
A world unknown

It may seem simple to see the world as a place to run and play
but what will happen to our world when polluotion comes to stay

A world of ashes
A world of lies
A world of worries
A world os cries

If our world comes to an end
beacuse the problems could we not mend
then all we have will be so lost
as the world frezzes over in a cold, white, forst

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Joseph, age 30, Bakersfield
August 14, 2009

I love Allah Like i love my mom Why? Cause he give everything i
need and never act for nothing in exchange. I love Allah Like I
love my father Why cause he protect and never let harm come my
way. I love Allah Like i love my best friend Why cause i always
can depend on him thought thick and thin

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deadrianne, age 16, California City
August 15, 2009

im waisting away with nothing to say my life is dead an gray i
start to wounder what i want what i need and how to express
myself to thee the one i love the one i call BABY the one that
holds me close in the night but flees away at the site of life,
who have i become this distance that i see never the more i seek
my true identity looking and hopeing for the est but that doesnt
last forever my love is at rest. i search to find love that is
blind it sits right in front of mewhy cant i see the fate of my
life in the psalm of your hand to be held so carefully and
lovingly too i wonder if i could love anyone the way i love you
!!!!!

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Paige, age 25, Lake Isabella
August 18, 2009

CHERRY HILL

I am staring at a gray horizon
Burnt cherry trees are staring back at me
A frog jumps from the internal pond
He smiles at me and vomits a firefly
He snatches it back but doesn't swallow
I've discovered the reasoning of the gray sky
As mountains of ash form all around me
It hasn' t struck me yet as to where the frog has gone
All that remains is the wings of the firefly
Broken on the ground, reflecting the light of the harp
That sits next to the only blooming cherry tree
I play the harp without any knowing
The music is soft in my ears
And I sleep

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Paige, age 25, Lake Isabella
August 18, 2009

CRYSTALIZED

The mammoths return to their warm caves
On the sparkling mountains above the window
In this winterized town located somewhere in dreams
Losing the last drop of blood
Taking a last painful breath
A crystallized leaf-like snow flake drifts by
Slowly changing to an amoeba
Swimming in a makeshift sea of weightless dances
Eyes slowly shut
Crying last words in a jumbled sentence of betrayal
Why did you kill me, father?

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Isaiah, age 20, Bakersfield
August 20, 2009

we laugh
we cry
we sing
we die
thats the way we live our life
we love
we hate
we chase
we escape the minds we have but its to late
the facts of life are not that far away dont treat it as if it is

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Sanuuese, age 29, Mojave
Sept. 9, 2009

I HEAR YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE
A VOICE SO CLEAR THAT ONLY I CAN HEAR
A VOICE SO DEAR THAT MAKES ME LOOK WEIRD
BUT I KNOW THAT ITS YOU GOD
REACHING TO ME
HELPING ME WHEN I PRAY
IT'S YOUR VOICE THAT I HEAR
THAT MAKES IT SO BEAUTIFUL AND CLEAR
I JUST WANT TO THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER BLESSED YEAR
BECAUSE IT'S BEEN REALLY TOUGH
I CAN'T COMPLAIN WHEN I HAVE ALL THAT I REALLY NEED
A FAMILY WHO LOVES ME AND KEEP IT REAL
FRIENDS FOR LAUGHTER WHEN I'M FEELING WEIRD
IT'S NOTHING WEIRD WHEN GODS IN YOUR EAR
IT'S HIS WAY OF SHOWING THAT HE'S WITH AND VERY NEAR

SO THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ALWAYS LISTENING
BLESS IT BE PRAY TO ME GOD IS NEAR NO NEED TO FEAR

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Hector, Age 23, Bakersfield
Sept. 12, 2009

YOU TAKE ME TO A PLACE I NEVER GO,YOU SEND ME KISSES MADE OF
GOLD,ILL PLACE A CROWN UPON YOUR CURLS, ALL HAIL THE QUEEN OF THE
WORLD!

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Jessica, age 15, Rosamond
Sept. 12, 2009

i once hade a hart and it was hole then it was broken like a
pole
it hirt so bad i cried ever day un tell i finally for got my name

i walked around the earth like a lost sole with no friends and no
fun
i hade lost ever thing in my life even u that is way i am soo
blue
but then there was this day when i looked down at my srcares and
relized that a better day is soon to come
i fealt as if i was my self agen and in they end i am still your
best friend!!

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Evangelina, age 21, Bakersfield
Sept. 15, 2009

poem 1:
Those days

I am but a fool.
Oh, how those sweet autumn days
blissfully caressen my memory.
Those days in which we were but friends
as innocent as a childâ s laughter.
Oh, how I feared this dreaded end;
my soul does cruelly remind me of those days.

Yea, I have even reminisced in those days of
tones gone a flare and tempers unmatched.
Oh how I long to seek your forgiveness
for my spirit is restless.

Ah yes, those days in which we spoke of lifeâ s
unforgiving bite and those who need more
than a bandage to heal their broken wounds.

Alas, memories I wish could fade
but oh, how my heart echoes your shadow.
A friend from another life you were
and yet it seemed your presence
resketched in to my emptiness.

Once in which we were mesmerized
by the friendship we held was
once as soft and gentle as wings of angels;
wings which have been charred by those who despised.

In those days of which visions lingered in our eyes;
as our lips formed the prophecy.
The days of which we would
stand and drift apart.
The days of which we would be held
by a single thread of memorizes.

In those days of glad tidings and joyous occasions
smeared by envy and jealous hearts
became the brand which burned in our hearts.

Melted thoughts, ruined memorizes
and forgotten actions have all been displayed
by the love of our friendship.
Disputed by many, accused by idle, longed by me.

poem 2:
Ashed Beauty

How then must my life
Be lived?
Should it be as the trinkets
Of life that adorn me so?
Or shall it be as this friendship
That I despise?
Words of comfort were replaced
By words of anger and hate.
My lips that once held
Innocence were raped by the
Fabrication of your
arrogance.
My eyes were disguised
By the masquerade you
Upheld;
But the jeweled scales fell
to reveal your twisted face.
Once, Oh, sweet honey
Did intoxicate my taste
Has now lingered into waste.
You have wrapped me in silks
Spun from webs of hurt, brokenness,
And betrayal.
Musical chimes once intoned
To my heartâ s song
Now has been crushed
By the mockery of your
supposed tough.
All you have said or done has
Turned into a sour memory
Of the past.
For you, my friend, have become
Ashes clothed in Beauty.

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Kumari, age 44, Frazier Park

50 Pound Dog

No amount of nuance can make my big dog small
yet she prefers to curl into a white wolf shrug
nosetip to tailtip, one seamless ring of cur

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Sequoia, age 17, Weldon
October 6, 2009

The moment I saw him he stoled my heart.
I hope we are never apart.
I went to see him today
All we did was play.

It was hard for me to watch him leave
There it is again my heart on my sleeve
I don't know why I love him so much.
I absolutley adore his touch.

My heart flutters at his sound
Than my heart begins to bound
When will this feeling stop.
It feels like my heart is going to pop.

He looks my way
than I realize he won't stay.
I beg and plee
but he really doesn't see.

He has my whole heart
And it tears me apart.
Why did God give me this
I thought that he knew best

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Cystal, age 14, Lamont
October 7, 2009

I WROTE UR NAME IN DA SKY BUT THE WIND BLEW IT AWAY, I WROTE UR
NAME IN DA SAND BUT THE WAVES WASHED THEM AWAY, I WROTE UR NAME
DEEP INSIDE MY HEART N FOREVER IT WILL STAY!

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Ashley, age 14, Bakersfield
October 11, 2009

-Untitled-
The Earth cold and lonely
all living in despair
no one living happily
a small and hopeless affair

all is misery and defeat
the strong and weak are in sorrow
loss is help to be beat all sing for tomorrow

tomorrow is a new day all defeat has moved along
all the sorrow at bay
a little bell goes ding dong

for with a new day
there is always peace at bay

-Spring-
Spring nature's bloom
little blue flowers
bright yellow flowers
inteanse white flowers
spring breezes going through the trees
grass parts as little bugs climb the stalks
ladybugs and beatles they're all there
birds sing, squirrels run, bees buzz
its all apart of nature's beautiful
never-ending cycle
small crickets are chirping their song
grass has a new fresh smell
little plants of all types
rough and strong but aged with history,trees
are older and have seen more
so many stones rough, smooth, sharp, dull
they all represent their own place in nature
birds, squirrels, bees, crickets, and other
creatures have a place to stay in
Spring, natures bloom.

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Mariah, age 19, Bakersfield
October 16, 2009

Love like the ocean...its so wide and so deep..u wonder how far
it truely goes...will it ever end..will it consume me? will it
ever dry up? will it ever have a limit? or is it like a
iceberg...u never reach it all..u just barely hit the
surface...hmmmm i think its like a a tootise pop lol the world
day never know...bt what i do know and what i can tell you
is....i know who i love and i know my love runs as deep as the
ocean and as long as the Nile...i love you melissa...my light..my
star...my all.

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Monique, age 20, Bakersfield
November 12, 2009

True calm blue
ocean breeze.
The seas float unto me.
Out from the depths
of the soul arises a darkness,
Hallow from the beating received by my skin.
I close my eyes.
My body is restful from from the night;
Letting the air to breathe unto me.

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Hannah, age 23, Bakersfield
Nov. 23, 2009

Roots are planted deep,
leaves are weathered and weary,
waiting for the earth to rumble

Strangers dwell in their own dimension
becoming lovers with time and place

I trail down a rip in the universe,
little strings tugging at my eyes

Just down the trail of memories,
into the neverwas,
where I find it impossible to sleep

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Mariah, age 19, Bakersfield
Nov. 25, 2009

As time ticks then tocks and i look at my clock to see how much
longer will it take before i see your face again...im being
impatient cant wait till the time i see your pretty face and have
your hand in mine....trying to focus when your away makeing money
so we both have a place to stay..now you may not have everything
you want but i promise you will have everything you need..i love
you melissa you mean everything to me..trying my hardest to make
you happy..i promise i wont stop till you have everything i
promised...you may get a what you want this christmas and you may
not bt i promise by the time im done...you'll have everything
you've every wanted and more...love you babygirl..3x and
more......mwaaaahhhhhhhhh

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Saria, age 13, Bakersfield
Dec. 16, 2009

i was scard when i 1st saw u i was scard 2 talk 2 u

when i 1st talk 2 u i was scard 2 hold u

when i 1st held u i was scard 2 kiss u

when i 1st kissd u i was scard 2 luv u

now that i love u im scard 2 loose u

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Anna, age 38, Bakersfield
Dec. 16, 2009

Numb my town, numb my city, numb my nation, numb began with me
When did your cries my brother or yours my sister stop affecting
me

Numb my town, numb my city, numb my nation, numb began with me
Were yours drowned out by mine till my eyes and ears could not
hear or see?

Numb my town, numb my city, numb my nation, numb began with me
Reach out my arm, my hand my fingers my thought and pinch away my
wide away sleep!

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Laurie, age 33, Bakersfield
Dec. 18, 2009

I ONCE HAD A FRIEND MY FRIEND WENT FAR AWAY FROM ME NOW THERES
NOTHING MORE TO SAY OTHER THAN I LOVED MY FREIND

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Anna, age 38, Bakersfield
Dec. 18, 2009

Allow me to delve into the labyrinth of your mind
To explore the hidden chambers of your soul
To unmask, to unravel,
To be mystified by the melody of your thoughts and your passions.

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SnowAngel, age 14, Ridgecrest
Dec. 28, 2009

Mnt Smthng:

Loving you was harder that i thought it would be
You BETRAYED me
You said you really cared about me
LIAR that's what you are
What i told you was true
I never betrayed you
I was the one who was Pure of Heart
We were a secret 'till YOU hurt me
I was blinded by how much you ment to me
I remember there was a time when i ment something to you
we used to meam something to eachother
Was i the only one telling the truth
You're made up of lies
I LOVED YOU & YOU LOVED ME
You ment a lot to me... you were my other half we completed
eachother
Then you broke my heart and our bond with your LIES
Now we will search for someone else that completes us
@))--%---

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Ana, age 38, Bakersfield
Dec. 30, 2009

Like a bird born in captivity never knowing that to it belongs
skies buttered with glorious sunset and peppered with glowing
firey clouds to adorn its flight. So is the soul of a man caged
in a prison of thier own making.

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Ernst, age 53, Bakersfield
Jan. 5, 2010

ERNIE'S DOGGIE DELIMMA

THIS IS THE STORY OF ERNIE,
A WIENER DOG BREEDER HE WOULD BE,
SO HE BOUGHT HIS FIRST MALE FOR 100 BUCKS,
AND GAVE HIM THE NAME DOOGIE.

I SAID TO MY WIFE I HAVE AN IDEA,
TO MAKE MONEY BEYOUND COMPARE,
SO I BOUGHT DOOGIE A FEMALE,
SO DOOGIE HIS LOVE HE COULD SHARE.

WELL SNUGGLES THE FEMALE GOT PREGNATE,
AND I HAD DOLLAR SIGNS IN MY EYES,
BUT THEY WERE SO CUTE WHEN THEY WERE BORN,
MY WIFE COULDN'T SELL THEM TO MY SURPRIZE.

I STARTED OUT WITH TWO,
THEY MULTIPLIED INTO FOUR,THEN DOOGIE DID IT ONCE MORE,
AND NOW I HAVE FIVE SO NOW I AM WIENEE DOG POOR!

NO MORE, NO MORE, THE DECISION WAS MADE,
I HAD THEM ALL NUETURED, I HAD THEM ALL SPAYED,
WITH MY POCKETS ALL EMPTY, I CAN'T PAY MY DEBTS,
CAUSE ALL OF MY MONEY BELONGS TO THE VETS!!!

WRITTEN BY---ERNEST TRUSSELL

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S. Graham, age 38, Frazier Park
Jan. 8, 2010

Juvenals' Hand

[Photo]
It doesn't create you,
So I have learned,
The small gesture,
Of damage and retribution,
The walls can claim,
To you the keeper of continuous thought,
And mere ideals of fancy.
The pages of life,
For strangers comfort and seek age,
It is strati to often told,
In the travel of ones slumber,
And reminders of graven.
Where is now,
Small child of hope and Juvenal,
Taken from in the brittle bones,
Of the specter of age and density,
Taken the life from a poet's parasol,
And told her the shade,
Was the shadow of God.

- A Stained Picture Of Self -

The self contemplates,
Imagery of life,
A stained picture of spirit,
Whose edges embrace,
An emotion to the heart,
Ventures in the gardens lear.
When alone,
We find memory to define,
The state of everlasting present,
Candid lines of eternal past.
The ink of our lives,
Splayed forth as spring of human,
As demur ocean of earnest breath,
My name a mere second,
In the hour of existence,
Here for the fractured decades,
Displayed in the hands of quest,
To try to forgive the question,
Of amending the name of self.
Lord, lost many have I?
To the tears of agony and la ment,
Yet I must move onward,
I cannot forget the lessons of death,
In the palms of my family.
Head downward,
Cast eyes to floor,
The hope diminishes,
In the flame of an ode,
Which is the strongest silence,
The soul it is a stranger to the invite.
My Shepard,died could of I a thousandth of time-
Thus You have spared a poet so,
And I have cast my fist unto You,
A many time in the spirits misunderstanding.
Why was I created this way?
To endure in shadows trumpeting,
The sickened lore of what love is,
I do not believe here today,
I do not belong on the path,
Which starts at the end,
Then begins with not haste.
The loss incomplete,
As an abstract feather blown,
From the hand of a dreamer,
Who keeps her silence,
In the vigilance of redeeming,
All of quietude and requiem.
Watches the feather,
Blown by the fate of wind,
Never to be felt in the angelic from,
Of what once held truth,
Is the virtue of surreal pictures,
Which play like strange fiction,
In the garden where,
One sights natures disgrace,
In the disguise of what she sees not.
The self contemplates,
Imagery of life,
A stained picture of spirit,
Whose edges embrace,
An emotion to heart,
Ventures..........silently in self.

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Brittany, age 12, Rosamond
Jan. 9, 2010

You said you would love me
even if it rained fire
even if the Earth stopped spinning
even if it was the end.
I would love you,too,friend.

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saria, age 13, Bakersfield
Jan. 16, 2010

what happend???????

everthing was going great
everthing was going fine
everthing was going perfect
everthing was going the way i wanted it to be
intill you told me something
somthing that will scar me forever

everthing was going great
everthing was going fine
everthing was going perfect
everthing was going the way i wanted it to be

intill that day you told me you cheated on me with someone else
i screamd inside and out what happend???? i couldnt think this
was happening to me i thought i could trust you i scremd for two
days but what happend???? but now im with someone else and

everthing is going great
everthing is going fine
everthing is going perfect
everthing is going the way i wanted it to be and that person is
not cheating on me that person is not scaring me and what had
happend was for a good reason

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Ana, age 38, Bakersfield
Jan. 16, 2010

my friend the leaf

a whimsical escape into random thought,
mind in a state of suspended reverie
clear,concise under microscope, feelings sharp,
and felt entirely as if they shawdowed me
into the memory of past actions or into the
created adventure for today

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Nina, age 19, Bakersfield
Jan. 22, 2010

Have you ever wonder why we were born?, And how everything was
created???, I wonder about that a LOT and just because everyone
say's that god created everything that dosent mean anything. You
werent born at the time; So how do you know by reading the
bible??? I guess that's the only way. You know sometime's your
mind just has to wonder off and think about this stuff and you
can not lie and say that you dont because everyone's mind
wonder's off. and im not going to lie and say that my mind doesnt
because it does but the question is does your's?????

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Angie, age 19, Bakersfield
Jan. 22, 2010

I know that this is not a poem and that I did not make this up,
but I would like to summit this because it is kind of like a poem
to me. Its by Tupac.


Question: When will there be peace on earth???
Answer: When the earth falls to peice's!!!

-Tupac (2pac)

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Nyza, age 16, Bakersfield
Jan. 23, 2010

Since you left me; my body stays here to rot & my soul lingers
all around this planet earth lost.

I'm not strong anymore. My body becomes weaker every day. & my
heat will turn to coal. I need you NOW!

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ana, age 38, Bakersfield
Jan. 28, 2010

falls leaves

brillant and rich colors you enchant me
in your state of impending death you enlighten me
my eyes borrow gratefully the beauty you willingly lend me
thank you so very much for your graceful goodbye.

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Erroll, age 18, California City
Feb. 2, 2010

Mask

From the start of the life
that you live through from birth
you express yourself
to those who you find
amusing and completely intuned
with their life story.
You try to be
in everyway like them.
Yet-
You fail to stand out
like you thought you would,
so you gather yourself
and make up your mind
to choose to cover up your true
identity with one that others
find attractive.
You forget about the true meaning
of being yourself
strong and independent.
You fall into a pit
that gets deeper and deeper
and venomous dark.
So-
You have reached your limit,
you have lost all hope
of being your self.
You look within your heart
and realize that there
is nothing to gain from
being what your not.
Then-
Someone rings the bell of
your dull existence and
reality strikes like a cannonball
to a small castle wall.
The outer mask crumbles,
the true self shows.
That's when you have overcome
the pressure holding you back
from being...
UNMASKED

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ana, age 38, Bakersfield,
Feb. 6. 2010

She Smiled :)

The curse lifted for a moment her mind was free
Swollen clouds overhead umbrellaed the morning
with their light lavendar gray hue

Duncan her horse galloped along happily as she led him
along, Tiger the cat lent his warmth and affection
in response to her kind touch

And I her mother smiled, cried and thanked God our Father for His
gift to us, to me.

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saria, age 14, Bakersfield
Feb. 6, 2010

By-Nicleback - Photograph

Look at this photograph every time i see it makes me
laugh how did are eyes get so red and what the hell
is on joeys head this is were i grew up and this is were i went
to school most of time i had better to do crimals records i had
my life im most of done of dozenz times kills the first girl i
kissd i was so nervous that i nearly missd signd a couple of
kicks back than i havent see her since god knows when every
memory of looking at the back door i had my photoalbum spread out
on my bedroom floor its time to say time to say goodbye goodbye
every meomory of walking out the front door i had the photoalbum
i was looking for its time to say time to say goodbye goodbye
look at this photograph ever time i see it makes me laugh

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nicole, age 16, Bakersfield
Feb. 10, 2010

YOU
YOU IS THE ONLY WORD THAT COMES TO ME
WHEN YOUR AROUND I CAN'T TALK I CAN'T
TASTE THE AIR I CAN'T FEEL YOU BUT ALL
I THINK IS YOU HOW YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE ,MA STARS AT NIGHT ,MA
MOON LIGHT EVERYTHING DAT MAKES ME RIGTH

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april, age 16, Bakersfield
Feb. 27, 2010

BEAUTIFUL
Beuatiful comes from inside and out
Everlasting
Adapting
Unlimited amount
To be born with
It can't be adorn with
Full of delight
Usually wanted
Lovely sight

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Alana, age 12, Bakersfield
Feb. 27, 2010

i am here confused,
dont know what to do,
but ill know i'll make it through

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E, age 34, Bakersfield
March 2, 2010

Let us talk about Jesus then,
and kindness, guilt, redemption, and sin,
and we will speak about which of us is lost,
and sweet jesus you will still refuse to admit the cost,
of the vitriol and hate that you have brought forth.
Please, stop spinning your false web of piety,
you will never enter the gates of heaven.
God can see through you, as easily as me.

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Elena, age 34, Bakersfield
March 4, 2010

LIFE IS SHORT THEY ALWAYS SAY, i THINK THAT ISN'T TRUE. iVE CRIED
SO MUCH, i'VE LAUGHED I'VE PLAYED AND I THINK I'M NOT THROUGH.
TODAY BEGAN LIKE ANY OTHER AND NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED IT'S LIKE
THERE IS NO END, THIS DOESN'T MEAN I'M STOPPING. NO SIR NOT ME.
EVEN IF I FEEL WORTHLESS. I SEE IN EVERY SMILE I GIVE, I GIVE
SOMEONE A MESSAGE, NO MATTER HOW BAD YOUR DAY IS AT LEAST YOU ARE
STILL BREATHING.

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Apache, age 12, The Streets
March 6, 2010

Me And The Streets

....This is my life story i am not lying

I was raised from the streets,i raised my self.i lived off the sun the sun lived off me.
i am a young girl,treated bad on the streets a man once told me would be all right but the next day he died how could i trust anyone except my self......and the streets i got raped day and nite but i feel safe only with myself...and the streets

thank you for having time to read me

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ana, age 38, Bakersfield
March 18, 2010

awoke feeling blue
didn't know what to do
turned in my guitar
my playing was a long shot by far
went to the park
to try and dispel the dark
looked at the trees
they were pleasing to see
the wind rustled leaves
the sun granted me reprieve
went back home and mellowed out
don't know what the bad mood was all about but now I feel better at the library typing these letters

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J182, age 22, Bakersfield
March 22, 2010

By your side I will always stay
I really don't care what anyone says
What ever happens in the end
I will forever be your friend
You are the best person that I know
When I'm around you I feel like I glow
I like who I am when you are around
You help me to keep my feet planted on the ground You help to keep my head logical and clear No haze, no fear Thank you for you!

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Lisa, age 38, Bakersfield
March 22, 2010

Bakersfield, California

Your streets are sad

And cracking up

Your sirens blare

And people seem not to care

As blindly they stare

Into your smog-filled air.

There's pretty mountains surrounding us,

Somewhere out there, somewhere!

But what is the worth

Of each person residing here?

Bakersfield, California,

You are a citified country tomb

That lays bare the hearts of its lost souls

Trapped deep within your asthmatic grayish gloom.

Where natural beauty is swift to meet its doom!

And yet they call this the "Golden Empire?!"

If it is gold, it is fool's gold, for sure,

And you are everything but pure!

Bakersfield, California,

Each day that passes,

You melt my rose-colored glasses,

And grow yet more impossible to endure!

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Dawning, age 47, Bakersfield
March 25, 2010

Who is my god, I can say from what I am experiencing right now.
My shadow is my god, the sun is my friend and the moon soothes my soul.
My shadow walks with me wherever I show love.
The sun illuminates me in the mourning.
When I lay my head down to rest, the moon sleeps with me as I stay in the company of the stars that light the sky so that I can always see my shadow.
Who am I, one among many without a place to call home.

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Billy, age 43, Rosamond
March 25, 2010

if and when
it is touched

don't disturb matter

you may see
it begin to crumble

don't disturb matter

i don't need to tell you why
you'll figure it out before you die
although you may try and try again

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April, age 16, Bakersfield
March 27, 2010

Beautiful comes from inside and out
Everlasting
Adapting
Unlimited amount
To be born with
It can be adorned with
Full of delight
Usually wanted
Lovely sight

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Aliah, age 19, Bakersfield
March 30, 2010

she was the closest thing to my heart,we were never ever apart she always had a shoulder to cry on because we had a special bond, i cant accept the fact that she is now gone because that was my one and only mom, now i know she is with God above, the mother that was greatly, and highly loved

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Crystal, age 12, Rosamond
March 30, 2010

i talked
i walked
i even stalked my mom!!!!!
i have nothing to do
i cant even cooo!!!!!!!
yes , its true
i got a boo boo

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Crystal, age 12, Rosamond
March 30, 2010

ALONE IN THIS WORLD

Alone in this world with you
I'd walk away and see you crying
I promise I'd cry with you
Alone in this world with you
I'd talk to keep you company
and if some one came along and stole youre heart from me
I promise I would still love you when they are gone
ALONE IN THIS WORLD WITH YOU

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Brittany, age 12, Rosamond
April 24, 2010

Thank You

thank you for what you did,
thank you for treating me like a kid.
thank you for being you,
thank you for loving me,too.

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Ana, age 38, Bakersfield
June 22, 2010

rains kiss

how sweet the scent of thirsty earth when kissed by swollen due as if in wedded bliss the two become one

that beautiful anointing scent carries me back in cherished memory to childhood

A breezy day felt through open window as I lay in bed fully surrendered.

The scent enchanted my senses as the breeze softly carressed my hair and skin, cradling me into deep restful sleep.

My lips blossom in smile recalling and relishing that distant memories hour.

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John, age 14, Bakersfield
June 23, 2010

Passion's Inferno blazes
Blazes like Candle (light up a room)
Losing Your Handle on Life
Getting Lost in the Mazes of
Ecstasy (Lights up your face)

Not wanting to let him go,
Trying to not let it show
You cling to him but-- too slow
Leaving yesternight's shadow
Sorrow (Dims down the fervor)

Wanting to compare you to
A winter's harsh glare, But I
Still love you, It's too much to
Bear.

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Flame, Ridgecrest
June 24, 2010

the other day
a man sat next to me on the bus stop
i remember
the sky was VHS blue
the bus pulled up
i was going to climb inside
but he didn't follow.
"Are you going to blow up the bus, terrorist?" he said and he didn't get on that bus.
I don't really know
what to say
all i know is
anyone who does that is no friend of mine
anyone who kills in the name of god
will never stand by me
i am not a terrorist
i am american
i was born
raised
heck
even my family's family's family was irish don t be blind open your eyes
see the VHS blue sky with me-

-Local Poet FLAME

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Judith, age 67, Bakersfield
July 12, 2010

An Empty Lot with a Kumquat Tree

Shaded, the rotting apricots lay
a buzz a bee a sweet piece of meat
a mandible licking off the amber jam from sticky feet tough green blades reach out from lumpy land towards the sky as tiny critters weave in and out and go about their daily lives.

Wooden ribs surround the peaceful place a green whip of vine lash it for life's last drop purrs its fragrance in the air, lures a tongue into the honey pot spot of sun heats a patch of poppies makes them reach, stretch for more stones and rocks peep just above the surface of the earth sprout moss décor.

An empty lot with a kumquat tree
just between the lot and me

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Lynda, age 67, Kernville
July 12, 2010

Poem:
Without you in my life ,its hard to face the dawn of day I've loved you forever, what more can I say, please come back to me soon, and make my heart fill with glee, and I will remember how happy you make me because together we should always be.

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Alex, age 14, Ridgecrest
July 14, 2010

The Knife That Took The Kill- Alex Tellez

All those tears I wept
I wept them for you
And all those nights I haven't slept
I had nothing else to do

You were my life
My one free will
It cut me like a knife
When my world stood still

Wherever you are I'm right here waiting
Whenever the stars shine I know you're smiling The mountains can collapse for all I care You just left me waiting right there

I never got over you
I guess I never will
Life is the new
The knife that took the kill

As I finish this last farewell
I promise to go on with my life
I'll find the knife that took the kill
It all happend too fast; The knife.

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Hope, age 13, Bakersfield
August 9, 2010

The moon shines not
The night sun shines through the moon
A sun with many moons am I
Those moons steal my light
So like stars do those moons appear.

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Lynda, age 67, Kernville
August 31, 2010

Down by the park
where the river flows
is a very nice beach
where I can dip in my toes
the water is cool and deep
and relaxes me so
I just hate to leave
but soon have to go
goodbye for now Kern river
see you some other day-wow

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Felix, age 19, Bakersfield
Sept. 9, 2010

This particular night seemed awkward...

My palms were sweaty,

The blinds seemed dark, sad, possessed.

As my hands were gripped tightly to the edge of the bed

I slowly looked towards the wall, a heavy tear rolled down my cheek.

Splash!

This particular tear, it seemed different from

The few that have impacted earth in the past.

It carried an enormous amount of energy.

It contained animosity, inception, and most importantly--realization.

I felt a form of liberation, happiness.

Sort of how 'James Watson' felt, unlocking the structure of DNA,

Revolutionizing the study and Biology and Medicine.

I felt a connection and a disconnection.

A conspicuous change was taking place.

My mind saw a new passage, a new way of viewing things, of thinking.

As the tear left the room, I noticed the trail of blackness.

Finally, it squeezed its way through the blinds.

After an eternal minute, everything vanished into a obscure view of neon.

A scuffle ensued between centuries and millenniums, as the heavy tear evaporated to the sky,

Creating anarchy in the heavens.

I then realized, I no longer love you.

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Hope, age 13, Bakersfield
Dec. 17, 2010

Tears
In your
Throat,
Brain,
Everywhere
But your
Eyes

Sadness,
Stress,
Worry
Envelops
You in
A pool
Of
Despair

No one
Listening
But
Your
Self

Darkness
And
Everything
Is gone.

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Hope, age 14, Bakersfield
Dec. 28, 2010

The stinging in my throat
To the stinging in my eyes
The pool inside me
Threatens to spill
Threatens to emerge
And to devour me whole.

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-C-, age 47, Bakersfield
Jan. 18, 2011

This is my child, my family, my friend, whom I love.
This is my advice for them.
Help one another live life to the fullest.
Promote equally.
Teach all to excel to their expectations.
Help them to shine in the darkest places
    where it is never impossible to love for those who can see within.
Protect all humanity at all times.
Lift up your feet and walk when they need you so they will always know love.
Love your children above all and you'll know you're on the right time clock.

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Megan, age 11, Bakersfield
Jan. 23, 2011

Shadow big, shadow blue.
Shadow me, or shadow you.
Up above, the world so high.
Who is that shadow, I won't lie.
It is either you or me so we spread apart ,
across the sea.
Then we will figure out
who this shadow belongs to.

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Kari, age 22, Delano
Feb. 3, 2011

It is not the beauty of nature
That make us
It is the beauty we put
Into our own.
Not by emission
nor intimidation
But through the growth
of our self knowledge.
Once we know our capabilities
Our weaknesses and specialties
Then we'll learn to live
Effectively, with intensity,
Passionately, and freely.

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Hector, age 24, Bakersfield
Feb. 8, 2011

I GOT FLOWERS TODAY
I got flowers today.
It wasen't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said.
because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasen't our anniversary any other special day.
last night,he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. it seemed like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it was real.
Iwoke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today,
and it wasen't Mother's Day or any other special day.
last night,he beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If Ileave him,what will Ido?
How will I take care of my kids?
What about money?
I'm afraid of and scared top leave.
But I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me. he beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strenght to leavehim, it would not have gotten flowers...today.

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Lilly, age 10, Bakersfield
April 9, 2011

when the sun is shining out,
my face will be as bright.
if the weather is so crazy you
will accept it from me to.

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Anna, age 32, Bakersfield
April 29, 2011

I am looking for something, That something seemed as it never was gonna be found but than I was found And now I am somebody, I am a child I am a mother I am a cousin I am a leader I am a creative person I am a wife I am a friend I am a co worker Now that I know who I am I am glad that I can be the greastest that I could be that I was created to be.
I want to love, to inspire, and be gentle.
I am what I think I am.
You are some one special and was created for greatness.
Who are you?
Love, Peace, Faith, Hope, and Joy.

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Jenna, age 11, Woodstock
May 11, 2011

I am strong and silent.
I wonder why there's pain.
I hear the words of regret.
I want to understand.
I am strong and silent.

I pretend not to notice all the feelings that are true.
I feel regret for some mistakes I've made.
I touch that beating heart of mine to make sure it's okay, I worry someone will see through the mask I have to wear I cry sometimes at night because of the pain I have to bear.
I am strong and silent....

I understand what I want I cannot have but I say to believe because dreams do come true.
I dream for a better world where pain does not exist.
I try to understand myself but sometimes it's a miss.
I hope one day I will always be pain free.
I am strong and silent....

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Adele, age 57, Ridgecrest
July 5, 2011

Rainy Afternoon
May 2010

Clouds darken

Thunder roars

Winds blow

Rain falls

Laughter heard

Cabin sought

Fireplace crackles

Soup warms

Bread fills

Thoughts wander

Day’s gifts

Relaxed together

Night’s peace

Friendship shared

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Adele, age 57, Ridgecrest
July 5, 2011

Seasons
September 2005

Spring rains fall
seeds sprout
Sun warms
buds blossom.

Summer winds blow
flowers bend
Light clouds shade
seeds ripen.

Fall winds blow
plants whither
Heavy clouds darken
plants die.

Winter winds blow
seeds scatter
Heavy snow blankets
life waits.

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Adele, age 57, Ridgecrest
July 5, 2011

Poem:
Life of Peace

 

In life there’s light

In light there’s life

Time

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ShadaiMora, age 21, Bakersfield
July 23, 2011

She saw him pass her by, tried to catch up it could be her once in a lifetime.
When he came around her, she shined brighter, she had never seen him in this galaxy of hers either, she tugged on the his arm, wishing on herself he’d tug tighter she said, “mister, I’ve seen you in my past, why must you go so fast?
slow down, there are towns that need the kind of light I just found.”
He said, “don’t wait for me but I’ll be around.”
He wont ever come back a real killer like they thought on Fox and the Hound.
Bound to meet each other again.
She refuses like fire, pushes him
towards the sun, he tries to run,
She grabs his hand and then he began,
“but there’s no stars on the east side ma‘am”
She looked into his eyes, can’t you see what’s inside, You’re a comet, can’t you see it in my eyes.
You’re the reason I see the moonlight,
You’re who I see instead of the city lights.

This is why I'm telling you:
I won't let any one steal my night like someone stole 50 Cents bike.
My souls dying for you yet you keep my heart alive.

They weren’t with each other but were on the same boat, They let go, never wrote, choked on the words that kept them afloat.
fell deep down into the dark sea,
Hoping to see the day they both see.
thoroughly looking for what’s hidden beneath It’s too steep, they both flee, now he’s back on his feet, She holds her breath, but its time to speak.
She crashes down, digs into the ground,
Opens it and sees nothing like those London pounds but the sound that can cause her from drowning, counting the very two eyes she remembers, the smile she treasures, She feels his heart, she thinks God is trying to test hers.
Heaven only knows the rest,
every mourning, it’s good morning Mr. west.
She’d wake up to see the comet, she believes he’s the best.
Every night before that, she says is blessed.

This is why I'm telling you:
I won't let any one steal my night like someone stole Fittys bike.
My souls dying for you yet you keep my heart alive.

The world keeps spinning. Day after day she waited.
She was determined to keep her promise, naturally patient.
Being out of this planet is their destination.
She knew if she waited long enough a fly would come to a web, thought so long about his problem; this is from Charlottes web.
She knew an idea would come to mind.
Summer half gone. She knew she didn’t have much time.
The last time it looked like she was fighting with him but she was fighting for them.
He says, “you’re making a scene,”
She says, “No, this is the real thing.”
This is real life it's not a movie screen, sometimes love is not what it's seems.
I think this is what it means
I'm fighting the world that keeps you from me.

This is why I'm telling you:
I won't let any one steal my knight like someone stole Fittys bike.
My souls dying for you yet you keep my heart alive.

No, I don't really hate you,
I just hate how you can't see what I'd do for you.
I hate how she just got you without fighting for you.
I prayed to god, the day I realized I could never forget you, I still have my faith in you, if you only knew.
that night I hoped my prayer would get through.
Through the wire I sang my lungs out singing I'm pretending and that's all I could do.
Thinking what have we come to?
Reminiscing how I used to think “this life isn’t fair” while he told himself “that's life,” like him, I tried not to care.
But really when you left, I didn't know what else was left.
A part of me packed up, swept up, and made a left.
it wasn’t right. What I’m trying to say is you're right, I was wrong.
I shouldn't have gone, you shouldn't have gone, I should have gone but hey, that time is far gone somehow maybe it'll only make us strong.
I finally know the answer to our song.
what we have has been for real all along.

This is why I'm telling you:
I won't let any one steal my night like someone stole Fittys bike.
My souls dying for you yet you keep my heart alive.

Once she started to disconnect,
she was star struck by that same comet,
Maybe there really was something there from the day they met.
People Chase money, but she knows love is the only thing worth chasing, So she's taking that step, and says, “God, if this is a test just know I’ll never give up on passing it.”

This is why I'm telling you:
I won't let any one steal my night like someone stole Fittys bike.
My souls dying for you and like you, he keeps my heart alive.

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Sierra, age 14, Bakersfield
July 27, 2011

My Love
The beauty of the world caressed with in you.
Light sings from within natural, not on cue.
A smile with so much care
It's almost too much to not go around and share.
My love what do you see when you look around?
I never once see you with a frown
Naked eyes so bare to pain
Your happiness in an everlasting frame.
My love, when you look at me what do you think?
You walk right along with me you never shrink.
So high with shy confidence
So high with love never sad, not a hence.
Admirable to my eye breathe out in a low soft sigh.
My love breathe into the clods of heaven above You are the angel of new beginnings, care and love.

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Eli, age 16, Bakersfield
July 31, 2011

As I sit thinkin
Silent stare, hardly blinkin
Thoughts of the day
As I make my way
A silent moment
Such a peaceful time
Please don't bother me
Some other time
Continued thoughts
Maybe a walk
Sounds of a symphony
What beautiful harmony
Music so soft
Like feathers flowing
Serenity in the air
As I stare peacefully

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Serina, age 16, Bakersfield
August 2, 2011

Tree.
There it is just sitting in the patch of grass.
We think nothing of it, just pass it on by.
Trees live too, trees are even a symbol of love.
the roots can be the making of a new life.
the bark is the tower (you).
As the branches grow as your love grows
expands as youu open up
Blooms as your love gets stronger and beautiful Tree.

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John, age 16, Bakersfield
August 4, 2011

death to me is sorrow,
when in truth its celebration,
to think it means no tomorrow,
but its the end of someones creation,
you feel its to forget them,
yet its memories in your mind,
stealing all your prescious gems,
yet its the past you only find,
you fear they leave you stranded,
yet they visit everyday,
and inside its branded,
your memories dont fade away,
and now your deep in slumber,
with thoughts flowing through,
for you've finally discovered,
that forever they'll love you.

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Lilly, age 11, Bakersfield
August 11, 2011

The sunshine rained through my window
like rain though a hole. It was such
a wonderful sight, and a warm one to
when it rains late at night i will
remember this sight.

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Gabriela, age 11, Bakersfield
August 17, 2011

why do parents have to be so rude
whenever i talk to someone they
interrupt me and start talking to them
they always say not to interrrupt
but they do it anyway oh parents
they used to be like us but now
they act as we were from a different
were they had no manners but really
they are from that planet

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Matteo, age 17, Bakersfield
Sept. 24, 2011

I often thought of the words that fed you fire in your memory.
the way the ash created all those painful things.
you looked my way, and i did smile. knowing that you would be gone for quite awhile, i paced back and forth waiting for the fire to bring you back here , your heart up in flames. when you promised everything would linger, and be the same. what a lie to tell, when your words echoed in the flame. how things were promised not to change, but never did they stay the same.

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Josh, age 17, Fullerton
April 16, 2009

I once went to the beach to play,
There I saw a hermit crab decay.
But the sand was too hot,
so I let it just rot.
That terrible crab that day.
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Carlos, age 18, Fullerton
April 16, 2009

I waited till 3:00 that day
I was ready for adventure and play
But I couldn't handle the tension,
So I got a detention.
So I waited till 4:00 that day.
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Peter, age 17, Fullerton
April 17, 2009

Some people were sick at home
Some people were having fun
And some people don't say a word
At the end some people were tired.
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Jill, age 56, Brea
April 17, 2009

Ash blackens the hill
Mustard petals glow yellow
Defy destruction
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Noemi, age 17, Fullerton
April 17, 2009

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one
Don't listen to the voices
Hear only yours and you have won

Many people will tell you
You need to change your looks
Don't take to heart their view
Fabulous bods are found only in books

There is only one voice
That you should listen to
It will help make the right choice
That is perfect just for you

Your looks are your own
Someone will always love you
You will never be alone
Look in the mirror and you'll see who
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Oleg, age 24, North Hollywood
May 5, 2009

Under a Rock

Beneath the cinder block, star-struck module, sit  I
Candor-hewn, coke-colored spleen-stained monkey -
He who rides the back of an elephant doesn't pay -
stomping strict, foot the bill in sun-down reverie sparkles...

But the club soda doesn't color bubble -
Deep in the pit of strained elegance,
necks tighten, to forgo gathering gazes;
my ailments, heavy as glass,
sentimental crowbar carriers
magnificent stoics in land-of-the-free border brigades
melt and harden as once did cement of cocky skyscrapers
fossilized by landmarks - snow - packed in rabid heat.

All for this...

The tiny appendage beneath a couch cushion
breathing into drunken ashes - sobbing -
though no dry crushed bread can bring memory back -
somewhere under a rock, a locket will, for her, salvage a wink.
Yes, God-willing, someday, someday,
she'll maybe emerge.

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dj, age 16, mississippi
May 7, 2009

listening to lilwanye and puttin boys to shame but i never drink
i prefer to think iknow its a cold thing but i got to bling with
shiny things and rap but i might sing and i might talk but you
wont here a sound you might ask me were going i say btown

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