Cento of Cassidy B. and Shea C.

Follow me through darkness, 

And into the abyss, 

Where reality is gone

And only nightmares do exist.

Stare into my eyes 

Do you see 

The pain 

The suffering 

The wanting for something more? 

Step in for a moment into my shoes. 

You feel that don’t you, what I’m going through? 

Looking at myself 

I see a pitiful girl 

Lost in waves of sorrow 

Not recognizable to the world 

Look deeper and you can see 

You're gone 

Banished 

Forever from my soul 

My past is coming at you on your left and your right. 

Better put up a pretty good fight. 

Shadows will cross our path, 

And try to break us away, 

But just take hold of my hand

And our love will light the way.

Yet, falling for wrongs 

Ignoring the rights 

She looks at the stars 

And weeps into the night 

Does that hurt you so much you can’t take it? 

Come on, I thought ‘if the shoes fit?” 

Do you see it now 

The light fading away? 

Leaving you in darkness 

Alone and astray 

Death can not stop us, 

Because dreams will not die, 

We will not surrender

To the fears that cross our eyes.

Quit telling people how I am 

As you’re looking like a sick, dead lamb

My eyes have got their fill 

Now it's time for you to go 

You are no longer my master 

I thought you ought to know 

She will never be happy 

For sorrow consumes her soul 

She will always be hurt 

As love takes its toll 

It’s my past not yours. 

Keep your mouth on your face, and YOUR shoes on YOUR feet

Hand in hand we walk, 

Past the minions of Hell, 

Never looking back

Into the darkness we once fell.

Go ahead and beg 

plea and pray 

but I'm not looking back 

I am walking away...                          

Pumpkin pie and Sugar rides

Thanksgiving dinner, party after party

Christmas comes, yet another party

Presents and thanks go all around,

Yet you cannot find yourself all the way around

People call you grouchy 

People call you nasty

Is there a way to change around?

Well maybe you can find out!

Pumpkin pie?

Or maybe sugar rides can do the thing?

Maybe sweets and hot chocolate 

Maybe they will sparkle a thing!

Nutcracker?

Carols? 

Or just plain bread?

Hot chocolate might even be red! 

Maybe the colors will lift you up!

Red, green and white! 

No, you say?

Too much Italian or Mexican?  

Come on do not give up!

We will find the right thing to cheer you up!

Look there!

Come over here! 

Look around and take it in! 

Come over here again! 

The candy canes are sweet

They might lift you up!

The gingerbread cookies!

Yes, they might do the trick!

No? 

NO! Alright I guess that it is it

But do not forget, 

Pumpkin pie and Sugar rides

Might also do their thing. 

Forgotten Once

"Table five," she said," you are dismissed. Please grab your connections and backpacks from your cubby." 

Everyone rushed to the cubbies faster than I did. I almost fell. I wanted to get home. I wanted to show mom and dad what I had written today, but the thought of a sister coming did not help me much. My birthday would be coming up soon. Would I get a big party? Or maybe mom will bring cake to school and I can share with my friends! Or maybe she will be too busy with the baby? 

My mom had been getting fat these days and dad said it was my sister coming. Why did my mom eat my sister? 

I was standing on top of the number 5. My shoes were dirty and needed a wash. I was not the line leader, but I was close to the front. I sat on the cold green bench. I hate the cold. It bothered my skirt a lot. I felt like my butt was freezing. I held on tight to my button-down sweatshirt. I could not possibly lose this sweater too- I had already lost about three  sweaters in a year. They all looked the same, how can you expect me to remember which one is mine? The sweater is green, with Camino Nuevo written at the front. EVERY sweater has it! 

Looking at the clock from where I sat, iIt read 3:00, or maybe 12:03, I was still not sure how you read the clock yet. I knew my mom or dad would come soon. I would be able to show them my work and how good I was today. 

Ms.Sandoval stood there. She said hello to the parents and told them how my friends had behaved that day. Ms.Sandoval said Kimberly had done a good job that day. She had, she had helped me color in the animals on the work sheet. Then I saw Ashley leave with her mom. Ashely said something about the animals we learned in class today but I couldn't hear her. One by one, every student and parent left. I was getting jumpy. I wanted to see my mom and my dad. 

I asked Ms.Sandoval what time it was. 3:45 she said. Almost everyone was gone. The only kids left were the intervention kids, who had extra school because they were behind in their classes. We waited a while longer, but soon I was sitting on the brown bench. It was  worse than the green one! It meant you had been forgotten, left alone. Maybe my dad was not going to pick me up? Oh no! Why would they leave me? Did I do something wrong? Was it the bubbles that annoyed them? 

Ms.Susy had called my parents; she called all the parents that were late for us. 

"They said they will be here soon," she said. She told me I could come in to the office and sit on the fluffy green bench. It was not all that bad now. I was inside, safe. Ms.Susy was always nice. I had been in her office several times after I had fallen on the playground. This time she said she was happy I was not bleeding and crying. She gave me some cookies and asked me questions about the day, and about how today I did not walk into her office earlier in the day bleeding or with a bruise.  

She kept talking to me and I stopped feeling bad after a while. It is going to be alright, this will soon pass.