Category: lhs-poems-2019

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Rod Tavangar // LOVE OF MY LIFE

There are so many things we can do together –
Watch TV, curled up underneath a blanket.
Read a book, my arm resting on yours.
Rest my head against you and take a nap.

Every day I come home, excited to see you.
We embrace; I’ve never been more comfortable.
When I leave, I wish you could come with me.
But I know you must stay.

When I can’t sleep at night, you’re there for me.
When I need to cry, you’re there for me.
No matter the time,
I know you’re there for me.

Thank you, my beautiful couch.

Kayla Weng // MOTHER AND I: CHERRY BLOSSOM TREE

“will you always be by my side?”
“will you promise to never leave?”

i asked you,
rooted to the earth
with my crooked, gnarly little arms.

yes;
you said, “yes” and showered me with care
and the twinkling of your laughter.

your fluttering, pink wings;
you protected me,
you sheltered me,
and you loved me.

again.
“will you always be by my side?”
“will you promise to never leave?”

but the wind whistled in your place.
you.
your brown,
dull
petals
lie upon the earth.
you left me.
you faded away.
and you were gone.
back then,
i watched as others took photos,
so these fleeting moments
may be eternal for them.
but i must wait.
i miss you.

Grace Horwitz // I MISS HER

Her whisper used to linger in my ear,
ringing through my body.
His raspy voice barks words,
which imprint my brain.

Her embrace used to comfort me,
my body would melt from her touch.
His grasp is rough,
never showing me mercy or weakness.

Her eyes were soft with passion,
always watching to make sure I was alright.
His eyes are sharp and lifeless,
ready to criticize my every move.

Her love was beautiful and true,
which never let me feel alone.
His affection leaves marks,
defeating my every breath of confidence.

Her heart got me through his torment.
His torment ended her heart.

Without her I am alone

to deal with his pain

that is forced on me.

Mom, I miss you.

Linda Chen // GAME

I started playing this game, And it’s quite addicting really, But there’s no option to save, No checkpoints, and no restarts. I have one chance, and one chance only, So I have to make this chance work.
I am playing this game, Where I keep running and running, Only choosing the safe options But at least I’m still surviving. Until the day, my dreams still unfulfilled, And the game inevitably ending.
I finished playing this game, But I’m plagued by if only’s and what if’s. If I had chosen a different option: Slain the monster rather than flee, Accepted the quest rather than pass. Maybe then I would have won the game.

Christian Bernier // MUSEUM

The noise of children discovering fills the air. As I walk from exhibit to exhibit I see the process of discovery in progress.
Out in the lobby, I smell the freshly-fried french fries and the plethora of salad toppings, And taste the delicious smooth texture of the dressing mixing with the crunchy croutons.
After lunch I continue exploring, learning at every footstep. The calm voice of the speaker allows me to relax, as I overhear the activities nearby.
After a day of chaos and learning, I get to relax, And begin the long drive home, back to monotony, waiting to return another day.

Trevor C. // LIFE’ S PLAN

I am your caretaker and stapler each and every one of you.

Though I am not your true maker, I will give you meaning

in life. I will give you a permanent home.

Some of you won’t make it that far.

Those with metal legs bent in, and without an owner.

Those shall be cast to the abyss.

While those who are dysfunctional and difficult

will be disposed of

I see you as one of many thousand

journeyman. Your life is short and simple

it ends like all others.

To the iron jaws of a staple remover.

It’s purpose to rip you from your home.

Than cast you of into darkness.

Click!

Stapler to Staple

Gianna Watson // NEVER KNOW

I sat down on freezing cold bench The snowflakes as thick as ever I listened to the whispers of the wind pass me by Oh how it reminded me of the day we met The cold breeze surrounding us as we sat and talked Talked about how we just wanted to get out of this boring neighborhood


How we wanted to travel the world See all the places we imagined The Bahamas to enjoy the warm weather New Orleans for the Mardi Gras festival Fiji for the beautiful sunsets And Paris to see the Eiffel tower.


I guess I just never got the chance to But you did…You left too soon We were so young, but that didn’t stop you. I wonder if you’re okay, What would life be if you hadn’t left so soon? I guess I’ll never know.