My head feels like clay

My head feels like clay
my cheeks are red with freezer burn
i wonder what time the day ends so i can sleep
a little bird told me
that you always bear in mind
fur tickling your cerebellum
your head hurts your soul says no,
but your mind says "Aye"
And we walk through nights
long after she was asleep
I waited by the window
Tears fell from my eyes

Daniel Pilla

Imagination

By Perry Wertheimer(and english 213 class)

The stairs were a waterfall

spilling in a downward cycle

There are smiles spilling out of a phonebooth as I watch
the astronauts about to take off
gazing into the starry sky, wishing for
God to help me with my swollen heart
How could I!?
WHY WOULD I
do that? Of all things...that?
Did I?
I wonder
who cares if its raining out,
I love the rain
being wet
being cold
but it isn't worth the price I pay




I'd rather
dance with you one more time than writing an essay
a hyperbole of a statement
that will never surface my life again