HumpDay
Text Poetry Project
HumpDay Text Poetry is a poetry project created under the direction of student Justin Turner. HumpDay Text Poetry Project is an opportunity for texters to share their poems. Simply text your poem every Wednesday to SAC's cell phone 530-938-0130. Poems will be posted to SAC’s HumpDay Text Poetry page.
How it Works: Every Hump Day (Wednesday) with your cell phone text your poems to SAC’s cell phone 530-938-0130. We will post your poems. How simple is that? Bookmark this page and check out new text poems every Hump Day.
HumpDay Text Poetry is sponsored by Siskiyou Mufflers an authorized AT&T Dealership, the California Arts Council and the Siskiyou Arts Council.
The fine print: SAC is not responsible for poems lost in emails or phones, by electronic glitches or human error. The SAC website is supported with public funds and is open to the public. Please send poems that your Mom can read. SAC staff reserves the right to delete poems with inappropriate language or topics.
9.24.08
Redo: The shadow man. Justin Turner
Her eyes were filled with darkness, reflected from her soul.
Her heart had been shattered, left broken and cold.
She was a Warrior of evil, fighting for what was Wrong.
She came to me one night when she heard my deadly song.
Under the red moon we met and fell into her icy embrace.
It sent Shivers up my spine, just to stare upon her face.
She held me so tightly.
Fighting against my will, using her power to control me,
all i could do was stand Still.
She kissed my lips, sending fear through me.
Making my mind race, as she watched my body shake.
I glared at her, fire in my eyes.
She saw right through my Helpless disguise.
My smile made her afraid.
She thought she was in control.
My eyes and hair turned black, darkened like our souls.
My skin went pale, like the Moons glow.
And in the darkness, my true colors did show.
We started at each other, moving closer than before.
She saw in my eyes, i was not afraid anymore.
9.15.08
Poem By: L.M.H., Age 17
All this drama gots me goin crazy
Deciding if its gunna kill me
Just from that one word
I think it's gunna just stop
Maybe I should just put this on hold
Because they don't have anything to own
My sign of madness is going to show a SOS signal
It's gonna make you stop to replay that message
Always ask for more
Even the young ones got a lot of questions
Be thankful for the living
Never change my personality, only one of a kind
The power is in myself if I make it
Never let in this mess
Don't let this heat get me dehydrated
When its just me and my mind alone
and things turned the other way around
Hope is what's going to bring you home
this situation's going to make me change
Adults, Parents, Staff never listen, but thinking
I'm the maker of trouble.
By: K.S., Age 17
YOU
I Remember the smell of
cologne mixed with tobacco
the height as tall as a tree
as wide as a semi,
Stronger than the Hulk and Superman,
as mean as the devil himself
as nice as a maggot turning into a fly
the talk of trash to friends.
But never making the walk
the large palm fond hands
as hard as diamonds
the smell of your tobacco
Booze filtering out of the mouth
the smell so strong I wanted to puke
the Roughness you used on me
the feel of your freshly trimmed beard,
the look of hate in your eyes
the look of lust on your face
and the sinister laugh that would send the dead
shivering in their coffins.
The day you were taken away and I was free of your touch,
I will always remember it
till the day that I die.
I hate that touch.
Poem By: M.M., Age 17
Lost In Drugs
My mom who I loved so much got lost in the life of Drugs,
She left without a shrug because of those drugs;
They kept her on the streets for many weeks without sleep,
It is because of these drugs I get no more hugs,
My mom, lost in the life of Drugs.
Poem By: A.C.
If you're asking if I need you?
The answer is yes.
If you're asking if I would leave you?
The chances are less.
If you ever thought to leave my side?
My reaction would be to cry.
If you're asking what I value?
The answer is you.
If you're asking if I love you?
The answer is I do.
CJ, Age 18
Lost Soul
I can see it in her eyes that she wants to be free from the world that treats her so
unjustly,
a world carefree of her suffering and helplessness.
Everywhere she looks she sees mockery and judgment that carries
the sole purpose of tearing her down.
She wants so bad to break free from it all, but when she tries, she realizes
it's the only life she knows and understands, and is forced back into treachery.
She wants to look for help but is scared to open her eyes,
for every time she does she sees hatred.
She is overwhelmed with confusion, and her heart longs for affection and forgiveness.
She is vulnerable and willing to do anything to feel love.
Every night she finds herself looking up at the stars crying,
Praying to God to end her pain.
Praying that her lost soul could be found.
poem by RAJ
My Everything
I will never forget the day I met her. My eyes filled with tears the moment that
they met hers. My heart stopped, and so did my breathing. Everything in me
suddenly melted except for the desire I felt to love and protect her. It was also
at that moment I felt certain unworthiness. I kept asking myself what I had done to
deserve something so perfect. Every time I look into her eyes I see an angel from
heaven, and when she looks back into mine I feel like all my troubles disappear.
Whenever I hold her, I can hear a voice telling me everything will be ok. When she
is in my arms, there is no hatred or negativity around me. It is the only time I am
truly happy. I will love her until I have no more breath to breathe. She is my
life, she is my hope, she is my daughter.
CJ, Age 18
I am C.J.
I am the underdog with the existing preconceptions to fail because of the tint
of my pigment. Never expected to succeed, but to plummet.
I am C.J.
I am the one who will not be tainted by the world's false accusations. I am
the one who will look for the one miniscule fragment of light even amongst
a world of negativity and darkness, standing ready to withstand the obstacles
of life, no matter how complex they may be.
9.03.2008
understand by Ryan Geries
You try to understand yourself. Yet there is something stopping you. It wills you back to darkness. What you believe becomes distant and deserted. You receive an illusion of deception and guilt; that longing to fit in and blend. Squanders your will to stand with uprightness. Try to look inside and rekindle your spark. Break those bonds of deception and come forth. To be seen, heard, and acknowledged for who
8.03.2008
Shoes by Lauri Sturdivant
Bare soled old woman
Shoes scattered everywhere
Naked are the feet of the crone
August by Lauri Sturdivant
Dog days of the hot summer
Turn into warm nights
I linger with Sirius
7.31.2008
Broken a haiku by jennifer cleveland.
I fall down
With the red rose
That was once so beautifull
The video game by jennifer cleveland.
Laughter flairs
Adrenaline begins to flow
You cant take your eyes off the screen
The sound of guns
With running footsteps
Fills the entire room with noise
Someone wins someone curses
And it starts all over again
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