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Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

-Walt WhitmanCover photo by: Kristen Garciasubmit work for next year at fhnmultitudes@gmail.com

Poetry03 04

Story by: UnknownMissing Pieces

The Missing Piece

Finally,

I found it

The missing pieces.

What I’ve been looking for.

The love I needed,

The hugs I never got.

The search is over,

I found the who provides for me.

He gives me the love I need,

And knows the meaning beneath.

He doesn’t say it

Yet I know he means it.

With him the words don’t need to be spoken,

For his actions do all the talking,

Yet he still speaks them just to further the proof.

I am no longer in fear

Story by: Unknown

Your Little Hand in mineSometime in the night,When I was fast asleep,

You put Your little hand in mine.

It made me thinkOf thoughts so deep,

As You put Your little hand in mine.

We were so tiresThere was no sound, not a peep,When You put Your little hand in

mine.

Our Love is so strong,He thought makes me weep,

If You put Your little hand in mine.

You are the One I Love,And my promises I keep,

Just put Your little hand in mine.

Our life we love,Our Love is sweet,

Please keep Your little hand in mine.

----------------One last time,Alone as one,

You slip Your little hand from mine.

As we were,So shall we be,

God put Your little hand in His.Courtney Smith

Poetry05 06

Story by: UnknownOld and New

There’s this guy I know,

I met him through a friend.

We even dated, it lasted a while.

Some good times were created,

But the bad ones out numbered,

But that is all over.

We’re done,

We’re threw.

I will not put up with that shit.

The pain and the tears,

I’ve found someone new.

Someone who cares,

That someone is you.

Story by: Unknown

HappinessI am happy

Me, I’m happy

And this time I’m not lying.

No mask.

No cover.

This is how I really feel.

You’ve come into my life,

And made it brand new.

You’ve replaced all the broken pieces,

And filled my empty spaces.

I am happy,

And no longer in hiding.

I can re-enter the world I left,

‘Cause I am no longer depressed.

I have left that behind,

I’ve found something new,

You.

Nick KrakoskyCourtney Smith

Poetry07 08

Story by: UnknownTime

Lets take it one step at a time.

We know where we’re going,

And that we will get there.

To rush it would be a crime,

We would lose all the moments as friends.

Yea, the future ones will be great,

But they’ll be there tomorrow.

The ones we have now

They won’t last forever.

So lets enjoy them,

While we have ‘em.

Yea I want the new ones,

But I’m not reading to give up the ones I have now.

They’re only just beginning.

Story by: Unknown

CryingTears begin falling.

One by one they roll down my cheek.

They continue on down my neck

As I sit here waiting to see where it will stop.

I think of why I shed that tear

Not for the pain I used to feel.

No not the hurt,

This time they fall for you.

The source of my happiness,

The one who cares has shared in the good time,

And carried me through the bad.

He has dealt with it all.

He is whom I love

It is then the tear’s journey ends.

Making down onto my chest where it will remain,

Waiting the arrival of the tears soon to follow.

Torey Corder Unknown

Poetry09 10

Story by: Corey GriffinPoptarts in Math

Doing my math is the hardest subject.

Boring, confusing I wish I were dead.

Numbers, letter, signs all I’ll object.

Sometimes I wish I were sleeping in bed.

Listening to my teacher speak of math.

He is jabbering like an auction.

I feel dirty, I want to take a bath.

Paying attention is not an option.

Long tests and pop quizzes make my head hurt.

Numbers and symbols dance around my head.

A PopTart sounds like a real good dessert.

Over and over I wish I were dead.

Patiently waiting for the bell to ring.

The sound it makes is a ding ding ding ding.

Story by: Ava Ritchie

The Woods

The tree loomed overhead,Leering cruelly

And mocking me in its silence. As windmills tilt

And spin in the wind,So did this tree

And all of its friends.“We do so love

To spin in the wind,”They whispered.

Except, they weren’t spinning.I was spinning.

The thing about trees is,When you’re hopelessly lost…

They’re not much help. So I spun…And spun…And spun.

‘Round and round. I waned to scream,

I’m afraid I don’t know what is in store,

I can’t take it anymore! I spun some more.

Spinning…Spinning…

Stop. Gone.

Poetry11 12

Story by: Sara Maria JensonRebirth

The overbearing cymbals of our throat,Exhale so much anger

In the rhythms and beats of frustration. The walls,

They retract for evenInanimate objects fear your

Story. So deep:

Callused to your soulAnd never softened

By the hands of time. I wish it could…

Caress the scars you carry always.Eradicate the sorrow of he pleasant

Face you hide. Your smile radiates the glowing gleam

Of the helio dynamic lumens of the heavens. And your eyes always shining

The horrendous battle of courageCaptures the breath of the purest reflection.

Oh, and your heart!Pounding with the thumping thrash:Of freedom racing to the very end.

I wish for you to beUndecided and persuaded

To the depths of uncertainty.Live with the passion

Of your strength and cherishYour moment of triumph.

I know you can.

Story by: Maxine

The Old World

Have you ever wondered about the world?

The blue skies and curved horizons,Mountains: the village’s lord.

The fading stars and iridescent sun,No eclipses ever.

Such a mysterious place. Have you ever wandered about the

world?Taking paths carved by nature and

man,Rough deer trails and glistening, im-

maculate sand.Seeing a river blocking your path and

jumping right in;Pulling yourself dripping, gasping onto

land.Such a steady pace.

Have you ever blundered about the world?

Gazing at a mare in awe of her silent leaps,

Her mincing prance, a graceful dance.A form that gently sweeps across the

bubbling, gurgling creeks.

Such an elegant chase.