Renshi from Saint Andrew's Priory


Published by gmurray, Tuesday, February 15, 2011 4:30 AM

In the gray-blue morning,
The cold fingers of dawn grabbing at the heat of my body,
I hear it,
The rooster’s call,
Shrill and piercing,
Disrupting the silent world as it wakens from winter’s cool slumber,
I will myself to go back to sleep,
I am not ready to face the world yet,
A silent tug-of war as I slip back and forth between conscious and unconscious,
I hear it,
The rooster’s call,
My sweet dreams shatter as I open my eyes,
Let the windless air seep through my blanket and into my sleep-warm skin,
I am still not ready to face the world


Published by Lady Smurf | Wednesday, February 16, 2011 7:09 PM

I am still not ready to face the world,
I would say to myself every morning,
But today was different.
I woke from the hospital bed,
And stared at the wires and tubes that were hooked up to me.
I wondered what life would be like after I was discharged.
A nurse came and wheeled me to a van
That would take me home,
For the first time in 3 years.
Now millions of questions started to pop up in my head,
Destroying my peace of mind.
Pounding and knocking,
At the top of my skull.
Searching, begging, longing for answers.
But I had no answer to any of the questions.
“I’m just a ten year old cancer patient,” I thought
As I scratched my hairless head.


Published by MyAsianNinja | Sunday, February 20, 2011 11:59 PM

As I scratched my hairless head
look back at my hands,
stained with blood too red,
regret my thoughts, regret my plans.

For there he lay and there I was.

I shook my shock and walked away, peeling off the bald cap,
it would do me no good, since the wig burn away.

Letting my hair fall back,
but holding back tears.
Tears of grief and regret?
Or tears filled with joyous revenge and victory?

The fact was I killed it.
It, him, that, he, did it make a difference?
I had taken no soul, for can an immortal possess a soul?
Yes, it created souls, but they were souls made from rape and evil.
From the women of my grandmother's people.

He was evil, end of story.
I chose the path of love, so it made it clear that I was not guilty.
No, I was a murderer, not a liar.

"Nooooooooooooo" it whispered
I whipped around, then was staggered back as fear pulsed through my veins,
as if I never pierced him, thrusting the blade through his heart, not causing any pain
He met my eyes, but in my surprise, his were smug, not the least bit hostile.
There he was, flawless, staring at me with a mocking smile.


Published by Colelee | Friday, February 25, 2011 8:35 PM

they want me to be flawless.
I tried to be perfect, but nothing is ever enough,
I can't seem to please everyone.
Is it to much to do,
Should I just give up,
Is it possible to be flawless,
Can it be done?


Published by jjamt<3 | Sunday, February 27, 2011 7:47 PM

Can it be done?
Something that I’ve done for so long
Is suddenly gone
Away from my reach
Away from my flawless leap
Into the cold, piercing wind

I wonder, can it be done?

All of my hard work, wasted
Those many years, useless
This isn’t over,

ako ay lumaban para sa aking panaginip


Published by Shinigami808 | Tuesday, March 01, 2011 8:17 AM

"… for now, You're still stuck in reality."

Ako ay lumaban para sa aking panaginip
“I will fight for my dream.”
That’s what she said,
Her eyes ablaze,
A hopeful gleam.

The words on a paper
Can be more than they seem.
Tell me, do you have it too?
That ambitious gleam?

Does it burn from within?
Will it guide you to greatness?
Or are your thoughts confused,
Crowded, nameless?

Whatever the case,
Don’t be afraid to dream.
The words from their mouths
Can be cold, heartless, and

So ignore all the haters;
You got your own team.

And cliché though it be,
Follow your heart,
'Cause if anywhere,
That’s the right place to start.

So dream, dream on!
Dream up all you can be.
Remember though, for now,
You’re still stuck in reality.

But maybe one day,
A day not far away,
Your dreams will come true.
And you’ll be flying,
Defying gravity.


Published by snoopy808 | Wednesday, March 02, 2011 6:10 PM

Gravity is the one rule that cannot be broken,
The ludicrous idea hardly dared to be spoken.

People have tried, and failed to defy it
Or at least those crazy enough to actually try it.

It’s the confines of reality that are harsh as ice
But who said the world was meant to be nice?

I’ll warn you now, though, you’re destined to fall
Or are you unique to the rest of them all?

But don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to scare you
If you think you can do it, go ahead,
I dare you


Published by Ashley | Friday, March 04, 2011 7:58 PM

“I dare you…”
It turned into a double dare.
Then a triple dare.
Then a triple double dare.

It was second grade, and it was raining.
We stood in front of a toy store.
She was daring me to steal one of the toys on display,
Plentiful and colorful, more than one of each.
“No one would notice… it’s just one small toy…”

I listened to her. I shouldn’t have.
I knew it was wrong back then,
But I also knew she was right.
No one would notice one small toy gone.

“I dare you…”
She said it again.
This time, it was seventh grade.
This time, I had to go down the abandoned laundry shoot.
It was unused, no ledges, nothing to stop my fall.
She said, “You won’t die.”

I listened to her. I shouldn’t have.
I knew it was wrong, that I could get hurt…
But I knew she was right.
I wouldn’t die.

“I dare you…”
She says it to me now,
But this time is the last.
She holds out a cigarette.
“I dare you to smoke this…
And if you don’t, you can’t be one of us.”

This time, I walk away.
I walk away from her clique of popular girls.
I know that she’s right,
That I won’t be let into her clique if I don’t smoke.
But I realize, I don’t want to be a part of this anymore.
She’s taken things too far.
I am a freshman in high school,
And I have my own future.


Published by Jian – Wednesday, March 16, 2011 8:20 AM.

I have my own future,
Or so that’s what they told me.
The past painted a vivid red,
The future, a dark, unknowing blackness.
The shadows of my past,
Lurking in my future’s light.
There they stay,
Forever to haunt me.
Hidden where we cannot see,
They loiter and creep.
Once you move on,
You realize they are never gone.


Published by Emalani, April 13, 2011 4:22 (after trouble on the website)

You realize they are never gone.
They are dark spirits lurking in the shadows,
Telling you that you’re a failure, a fool, and a disappointment.
You stand there in shock,
Silently shredding drops of salty water onto your sheets,
Thinking of suicidal thoughts,
Forcing you to meet a sharp blade.
Then you hear loud pulsing sounds and shouting voices.
You see bright lights in red and white.
All of sudden…Flash!
You start to see pictures of your past, your family, your friends, and even your true love.
But wait, the pictures start to disappear.
Darkness emerges and the spirits return.
Coming to you saying, “Your time is up.”
You fight back yelling, “No! Never!”
Different colors jumble amongst each other: red, black, and grey.
A war.
You fight with all your strength trying to defeat the enemy.
Finally the colors start to change into a radiant glow.
You feel a warm touch.
You look to the side and someone is there.
You ask, “What happened?”
But you already knew the answer,
You were fighting a war within yourself.

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  1. Jian says:

    I have my own future,
    Or so that’s what they told me.
    The past painted a vivid red,
    The future, a dark, unknowing blackness.
    The shadows of my past,
    Lurking in my future’s light.
    There they stay,
    Forever to haunt me.
    Hidden where we cannot see,
    They loiter and creep.
    Once you move on,
    You realize they are never gone.

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