Ms. Mcgonigal Class
March 2, 2004

7 minute poems

PURITY

Purity to me is the ability to wear white
at my wedding.
Able to share that first experience when
the love of your life at your honeymoon
free from babies, diseases and stress.
The ability to feel good about yourself
and the decisions you've made.
You will know if the boy you are with
really love you and if he does he can wait
Being pure has helped my parents to trust
Me.
That is why I choose to be pure.

Inside my head are the thought of
what used to be
Inside my head are the thoughts
of a lost one.
Inside my head are the cries of
my body screaming out to you for comfort
Inside my head is all
my homework assignments I forgot to do.
Inside my head are the named
of the ones I love.
Inside my head I feel pain
and sorrow but I show no sign of it in
my face.
Inside my head is pain of
the divorce an my depression
Inside my head is the name
of the boy I love.

Basket ball is a tuff sport. You get stepped, on scrap't, bruised, things get broken or sprung. The think about basket ball is u get to shoot you get to run knock people down when the referees are not looking and some times the game can be fun when you are winning.

You don't always speak with words, and sometimes that's good. A lot of the time your eyes do the talking and you want so badly for your lips to move. I know you're more outgoing than you appear to be and sometimes I wish you would just let yourself go

In my house there is only my mama and I
In my house there is screaming
In my house there is us trying to live.

There are 7 rooms inside my house.
There is a blanket for a curtain inside my room.

I yearn for a time long since past
a simpler time when people cared to meet people.
a time where there not these jungles to conceive,
but vast jungles of trees and animals.
A time where there were no vast population of people
but rather small villages.
A time where you could not buy supplies, but
you had to hunt them down yourself.
The grand times where there were no electronics or cyber mail technology.

There are names that I never heard of and some I did. I really don't understand why do people get called names. There are hoes, bitches, slut, etc. It's not fair to the people that they are calling these things. But no one deserves that type of treatment. So why do people call people names. Is it because they are what they call other people or is it because people are those things. I hate it when people call people names. Nobody was born with those names people call them so why do people call other people names

A poem about me. William Walter Knight III. A native of Germany and Virginia, New Orleans, Texas, Georgia and Korea. I am a boy who knows his past, present and awaits
his future. I am a boy who knows culture and loves to help people, but also have a good time. Play basketball and run with my friends. A 7 minute poem for a 15 year old person can't get it all.

What can I write about for 7 minutes? Would it be on love or pain, happiness or rage but I would just want to write about, how I am feeling today. As usually I wake up not wanting to go to school, I get here and like the same routine. It gets good for the first part. Then, it starts to get boring and I then have a lot of work to do but, I hope that will change hopefully I would be happy and accomplish my goal, hopefully, I won't have to get on William and his Desert Storm Shirt and his beetle shell shoes, or I won't have to get on Wayne and his fake shirts and his grand am jeans. Hopefully I'll go w

I'm bored, I hate school, I'm tired, I wanna to home and get away from this hell. I feel shitty today I didn't want to come to school, but my mom said I had to. I want the weather to get clearer I like the rain but it's too muddy outside and I can't go out. I want it to be cold. That way I can go outside and walk around to get away from the hell hole in which I live

My love for you is too deep to measure
Love unspoken
Body heat hits dangerously hot
When you touch me.
I start to shake as you walk toward me.
Your smile is my guide through the day
My love is always shared when
You and I are together
Love forever more is what you said
To me
Love unspoken Love to deep to measure

It is bumpy in my mouth like the mountains in the Sahara. It tastes like lots of different food, tasty food. It is half dark, half light in my mouth. Inside my mouth there are white straight no teeth with cavities. Inside my mouth there are nails from my biting my nails.

My mom who tells me to be nice
Who teaches me about life
Who is always there to listen
Who is always by my side
She never laughs at what I say
She never tells me its stupid

Where is the dirty south?
Where is the skeet, skeet of
The windows and the walls
Of the Holiday Inn.
Who is the "Stupid Dentist living
In the dirty south
That fills all the cavities of your teeth
With platinum and sliver.
You will never eva eva eva know
How to say Air Force Ones the
Right way. What do you like
So much about the west side?
How do you spell badunkadunkdunk
When will fat Albert ever lose weight?
Move . . . please and go clean
Up the dirty south.

My mother is my father and everything between. She is in all the memories a father should have. I can tell he really hurt her from the look upon her face and the scars of untold surgeries that will one take his place.

My mother is my father what more could I need
She has run the race for dignity and she takes the lead
Yeah sure we don't have money or a big expensive house
But I have the kind of parents I just can't be

My mother is my father because my father
And we are better off with out him, alcoholic face of fear
I admit sometimes I miss him, the idea of him at least
So I look up at my mother in eyes abonty

My mother is my father and I ma not afraid to say
That I really truly love her in a daughter sort of way
I know you will never hear this because I will never tell
But inside this callused heart of mine there are 3 words I spell.

When I'm with you, I am alone. We used to be so close we used to be best friends something happened I'm not sure what but I am alone. I am alone all the time, I like the way it used to be when we were younger not much but we were more naive maybe it was me. It has to be I know I'm good at missing up things. Do you see it too the distance that has grown we are getting older and I know that things change why can't friendship stay the same. Sometimes I feel it us being friends lots of times is silent it is screaming so loud. I can't be the only one to hear it.

We only went out for a week. Get over it. Yeah maybe I was you first serious girlfriend, but you have to realize that break up suck. Trust me I know. Ok Life sucks. Deal with it. Cry me a Dang river than build me a bridge and get over it. Take a hit and move on with your life. Grow up and learn to not hold grudges over one break up. ONE SORRY week. It's not that deep. You act as if we were together for years and I lied to you all along and that all I can do. Snaps for me.

I've never seen the real you . . . you always seem to hide behind those dark clothes. I know there's a better person in you. I've never seen what's inside your head, but you always tell me in mixed up words. I've never seen your visions of suicide but I know they're there. I wish you would open up and show me you. But you are clammed up in a world of depression. I want to pull you out and dust you off, but I don't know if I should because I've never seen the real you

I play several instruments
and I'm really good too.
I can play the flute
I can play the piano
I can even play some blues
My music is important to me.
I can play bass guitar, piccolo
And more.
I work hard to be as good as
I am.
But no one seems to care.
I am 1st chair, I got a hurray
And nothing more.
I play my music to take away all my worries.
No one understands me and my
Music.
They don't understand cause they
Don't listen.
And that's where I don't care
My music is my life not theirs.

Volleyball the bump, set spike boom we win the game.
Softball the home run I hit to tie the game at the bottom of the 9th.
Basketball to score the winning point at the buzzer
Hocky to stop the other team dead in their tracks and become champs.
Soccer to fake the goalie and win football blue 40 red 41 Hik had scored a field goal

9 youngins suttered a lite. 1st hour.
9 youngins had to pay a price
9 youngins were killed but never healed.
9 youngins fought and got caught
9 youngins died because the girls lied.
They were called the Scottsboro boys

I dye my hair many different
colors, what is the real color?
What is my favorite? I had
my natural brown for 13 years,
then I changed it, Is it because
I changed? I feel I change
a lot and so does my hair.
Is it the red? Or Blue today.
Is it faded and purple
or just blond. What color
will My hair be tomorrow?
Certainly not the same as it
is today.

The world has fallen like raw leaves in autumn. I hope you caught one its for the pupils of the new school its chicken noodles its rice and beans a nice crusine how you like steamed or broiled crab it like so I'll hold it next to you.

A lot of people don't
think it is true. Little do they
know it is.

I don't care what they say
anyways.

Love is between two people
not the whole world.

He makes me smile and laugh

Everytime I see him I
Get goose bumps.

My heart beats fast and I
Know I have to touch him.

My mom doesn't know.
Don't kno who
or what I'm doing.
I'm not sure if
I should.
I don't think
I am ready.
Would she get mad,
angry, or sad
would she be disappointed?
Would she approve?
Does she know whats
going on
Does she even have
a clue?
How should I tell her?
When should I tell her?
I am I going to tell her?
Should I tell her?
Why should I tell her?
Where I am going to tell her?
Does she need to know
Or should I not even
tell her?
Should I tell her now or later
Who will she tell?
Why should I?
Am I?

Ya I think I'll tell
Her tomorrow.

My life is very complicated now. I don't know what to do. I think about my life every smile day. I'm 14 years old and I'm stressed daily. I think I would be much better if I didn't talk to my new boyfriend anymore. He feels my day but he also hurts me at the same time. I'm worried about passing on to the 10th grade. All of my grads are good except one. It's a D in my math class. I love math but, it can be hard at times. I was suspended for a while so that kind of messed up my credits.

People laugh at the girl on the outside
giving no thought to the pain they cause inside.
Her pain is like a knife, slowly carving away slices of her being
on weekends there is no pain
only numbness.
Yet when she goes back to school
the wound is opened yet again.
She is said to have everything.
But does she?
She wants friends,
but her only friend is a razor blade.
the blade that washes the pain away
the pain away with blood