super teens high discussion

THE WITCH


Beneath the murky water lies
Proof of innocence misused
Silenced beneath the hallowed veil
Embodied cries of those accused

WITCH ! proclaimed the righteous ones
Oh, how the words do linger
No other cause to curse her with
But on their pointed finger !

Aside her waist they bound her wrists
And bound her foot and knee
They muffled her and blinded her
Truth could not speak nor see

They issued judgment on the shore
Then bowed their heads in prayer
They tossed her into the icy depths
Awaiting justice there

WITCH ! proclaimed the righteous ones
Oh, how the words do linger
No other cause to curse her with
But on their pointed finger !

Should the witch survive the test
And surface with her breath
Surely saved by Satan’s hand
Would be condemned to death

Bound again upon the stake
Put ablaze upon the pyre
Her scream was quickly muffled
And consumed within the fire


WITCH ! proclaimed the righteous ones
Oh, how the words do linger
No other cause to curse her with
But on their pointed finger

But had she surfaced the water’s break
And never registered her complaint
She would sink into the water’s depths
Judged, not a witch, but saint !

This story has no purpose
But to stifle the pointed finger
The voices of those gone “unaccused”
Oh, how their voices linger

wonderful!

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being able to visualize what you're talking.

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ok!

I like it. It's very wise. Choose. Even doing nothing, remaining silent, turning away - it's still a choice.

At first I was going to comment on the use of a lowercase "I" but then I realized you were purposely diminishing yourself to place yourself inside of the darkness. Is this correct?

Work on your confidence Laura. The more comfortable you become at saying "I can" the more you will achieve.

Laura, that was a great poem, and you know I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. Yes, you have written longer poems that were wonderful, but never say your poetry is bad. Because then I will laugh, and show you some of MY poems.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqnEGu...

check out Perception - The reality beyond matter.

You'll enjoy this.

......i dont get what they mean at the end it says"what is the thing sending out the signal to matter has a perception"isnt that our brian?

It is what our brain tells us is reality.

yea but they ask what that thing is so ithought it was that thing in the back of the head

Perception informs our mind as to what our reality is.

We have no language as newborns to identify the existence and meaning of what our senses perceive. We are taught red, soft, sweet...

For instance, in America we mimic a dog's bark as "woof woof" But in other countries this might be mimicked as "bow wow" "ruff ruff" or even "yap yap". It's what we are taught.

Here is another mind-blower. If we are both shown the same picture of a rose and I am taught this color is red and you are taught it is blue - who is right? Do we see the same color and call it by a different name? Or, do we see different colors altogether?

That is the question this video poses for us to consider. What is real?

I want you to keep asking the questions. To be a better poet you should always question. Think of the inspiration you find in asking.

*claps*

....why dont you blow up the edge so that way both choices will become one

Zelderia wrote: "....why dont you blow up the edge so that way both choices will become one"


.......this is our crazy zelderia.

it is hmmmmmm zelderia you should write all the time!

i like more of the frase has a visionary

waking up
darkness all around me
nothing matters
running water sweeter than honey
rushing outside like the speed of darkness
awaiting is the bridge
when i hesitantly put a foot
to end my not so sacred life
breathing, heart pounding
yelling all around me
leaping off
ending life
the icy depths
swallowing me up
not breathing not moving
eding life quickly
eyelids closing
not wanting
not caring about
life
hand falling back onto sand
heart stoping
makes you want to
die.


((if anybody comments just remember i was really depressed when i wrote this))

you know i only typed about what i was feeling.

oh uh thanks! but yours were much better.

persceptives on an emo kid


when i look into your eyes
i see pain and suffering
the world beating down on you
like a cruel rainstorm
you take out a knife
the blade
as sharp as a rock
you chip away you hurt
your sorrow your bliss
you chip it away
and watch it slowly bleed onto the floor.
when i look into your eyes
you show me a brighter future.
the leaves are crackling
the robins are singing with joy
i only see this
when i look
into your
eyes.

nah. yours is better.

fine! it's the same. i'm ALMOST as good as you.

....

yeah.

lol ok

Laura, do you mind if I post some of the poems you wrote last year? 'Cause I still have that book Mrs. Smith forced us to write poems for, and your poems are good!

K, I'll post them tomorrow.