Spin-Off Poetry, Cont.

Here are some of the results from our spin-off poetry unit:

Poem One
The story is money, the danger is greed,
A skinny boy who sat in the back of the class, 
thinking deep thoughts of how he was the son of a whore.
His mother comes home at the crack of dawn, sloppy drunk
And many nights he was in the dark.
He played many roles, but it all came from the heart.
Slave to the streets he's laboring after sundown.
How do you pursue happiness?


The story is money, the danger is greed
His body bloody, falling to the dirt
A little boy is dead for reasons of whiskey... whatever
Red blood, yellow tape
He's killed in broad daylight


Poem Two
Said it was Federico, flinging tomatoes


Slave to the streets, he's laboring after sundown
A skinny boy who sat in the back of the class
Thinking deep thoughts of how he was the son of a whore
And many nights he was in the dark


He played many roles, but it all came from the heart
His focus jittering around
In the dark there is no light. So how can he see?
His mother comes home at the crack of dawn, sloppy drunk
Toxic to his learning and even though our
Minds are still under construction
Knowledge lost in his ear- he can't understand it


What leads to the pursuit of happiness?
Everybody's masked up so nobody knows what's real!
The story is money, the danger is greed
They say crack kill, all it takes is a seal and
Now a little boy is dead for reasons of whiskey... whatever
His body bloody, falling to the dirt
Red blood, yellow tape
He's killed in broad daylight
Only for God's sake he kept his soul awake


Said it was Federico, flinging tomatoes


Poem Three
This is the story
Sitting here, thinking about what just happened
the hours pass, the high wears off, and it's time to go back
I hate the memories and the thoughts
In the dark behind the alley, shooting continued across the dark


Just to fit in, so he could run with the pack
The boy got his cap popped
Who stayed out all night for reasons of whiskey or whatever
When whiskey wild thoughts and whatever wild actions
You can have an overdose and it could be the end of your road
People killed on the street, dying for help while people pretend it's a dream
The soul lays here still alive


Poem Four
This is the story
the soul lays here still alive
She wasn't ever alone, but she always felt cold
The thoughts circled in here head again and again:
His smile, his touch, his scent- lovely
But the man of her dreams became the monster of her nightmares


In the dark, she lay in a glistening white net
Sitting there, thinking about what just happened
Breaking down in shame instead of learning to maintain
Memories lost in her ears, troubles thoughts of fear kept her soul awake
She hates the memories and the thoughts


This is the story


Poem Five
My focus jittering around
becoming toxic to my learning
Trying to pay attention, even
though my mind is still
under construction.
I'm sitting in the back of
the class, thinking deep thoughts
of how I am the son of 
a whore.


Only for God's sake, He kept
my soul awake.
What leads to the pursuit of happiness? 
In the dark there is no light, so how can we see?


Everybody's masked up so nobody knows
what's real
they say crack kills, all it takes is a seal
bloody bodies falling to the dirt,
red blood, yellow tape.
A little boy is dead for reasons of
whiskey... whatever. He's killed in broad daylight. He was a slave to the streets
laboring after sundown.
His mother used to come home at the 
crack of dawn, sloppy drunk.
And many nights he was in the dark. 


Knowledge is lost in my ear- I can't understand it.
The story is money, the danger is greed.


Poem Six
What leads to the pursuit of happiness?
Money, power, respect


The story is money, but the danger is greed.
Even though our minds are still under construction,.
Knowledge is lost in our ears- 
We can't understand it.


Only for God's sake, we keep our souls awake


In the dark there is no light
How can we see?


Everybody's masked up so no one knows what's real
And many nights we were in the dark
We played many roles,
That all came from the heart.


To live and to learn,
This is the pursuit of happiness.


Pretty good, yeah? I've been impressed.