Thursday, September 23, 2010
Our next piece of poetry comes from Junior. Junior is an incredible athlete with a charismatic yellow personality that everyone enjoys being around. This poem he wrote on the topic of being accepted was recently published along with some other entries from students here at Diamond Ranch. Hope you enjoy it!
Accepted, what do I have to do to feel accepted?
How can I be myself and have others respect it?
Why do I feel the need to fit into a category?
Am I accepted by my family if I don't do as my dad before me?
Everytime I sin to feel accepted, a nail gets pounded into the Cross,
My heart bleeds at the thought that my soul is lost.
Bad influences recede like darkness, I am the one who pays the tax
I hate all the inexpressiveness, I just want the cold hard facts.
One thousand friends on Facebook, I command the world to see
I have sanctioned myself, and others have neglected me
All the pain I feel, I lock up and let smolder
The rage is unrelenting now that I'm getting older
To be approved of today, means I'm cursed tomorrow
I suffer silently to myself, I am immersed in sorrow
I feel caged in my mind but to you I look fine
God help me to seek truth, without you I feel blind
I go through so much, I go to great lengths
For the approval of another, not realizing my own strengths
Perhaps the road is written already, and I just have to accept it
But still I try and try again until I feel accepted
Monday, September 6, 2010
There are a lot of talented students at Diamond Ranch Academy. There is a wide range of ability that these students possess. I decided I wanted to put a few of the poems that some of our students have written, on the blog this week. Our first one comes from Forest. Forest is a good athlete, and recently we discovered he also has a knack for poetry. Below is a poem Forest wrote which he read at a former student Ben's graduation titled "Fearless Ben". Enjoy!
Charge forward, fearless Ben.
Even if you do look as young as ten.
Into the void and the shadow land.
Charge forward with sword in hand.
Do not look back, not even now.
For fear of falling down somehow.
But even if you seem to fail,
Again set your course, set your sail.
Through the waves and storms you'll go,
Trials that only you will know.
Night will fall and the sky'll be black.
Courage then, you cannot lack.
Lost and cold you may give up,
And the world will look quite corrupt.
"Enough, enough," you may say.
"I will succeed, I'll find a way!"
Then up once more, you'll stand and rise,
But for this you won't receive a prize.
You must keep going, you must be strong.
The path is rough, the road is long.
And then one day you will be there,
That place for which you dearly care.
You've made it now, you've made the mend,
But this is surely not the end.
Charge forward, fearless Ben,
You may even face a hundred men.
Into the depths of the lion's den,
Into the jungle full of quicksand,
Charge forward, with sword in hand.