The Dove

Simple, pure
Holy, white
Released from its cage
It disappears into the sun.

It's a symbol for peace,
It's a symbol for love,
And yet it remains
A pigeon.

Walk in the Snow

I stand there, gleaming
My hand around your waist
When I sense it.

Tomorrow you'll tell me we need to talk.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the snow?"

Winter

A flash of white
A shockwave through a greyscale city
The city stands as yesterday
Winter has fallen

I swear this is a poem about nuclear war. I wrote it before the snow started!

Cold Metal Door

Four white-washed walls of menacing brick,
A single window on a cold metal door,
The width much less than that of a man's skull,
(I'm sure it was designed that way for a reason)
A single covered wire, crawling down from the ceiling.

I can leave, but you all have to stay;
I have English next semester.

In Norway (On Broadway)

They say the Northern Lights are bright, in Norway.
They say there's always vodka in the air.
But when you're sledding down the street,
A reindeer nibblin' at your feet,
Your hat is goddam frozen to your hair.

Thats all I have so far. I'd like to finish. The whole poem was kinda a challenge.

Grad Write Up (Robbie)

Here I sit, on my computer,
Writing my grad write-up and pretending that it's June.
It's not June, it's November and that seems to
Reflect itself through my entire High School existence:
Pretending the sun is shining when it's raining just outside.

It's not June.
June will never come.

Scroll Lock

What the fuck does Scroll Lock do?
It sits there, taunting me from the top of my keyboard
Light on, light off, it does nothing
But I must push it anyway
So my three lights
Are symetrical.

Fuck.