Skyrim Retirement Letter

From all the hours were have spent together

Exploring a world known to many others

From all the draugers we have encountered

In the Berkshires we’ve spelunked

All the Nord armor we have collected

On our quest to Daedric

Finding all the Dragon priests

And collecting their masks

Killing dragons

To acquire stronger shouts

The merchants we’ve bought from

And cities we are thanes in

While we leveled up our speech, destruction, and alchemy

It was you Dragonborn

Who made the land of Skyrim

Oh so special

-Anonymous

Retirement Letter

Dear Penn Manor,

You were one hell of a run, a dive into the deep end, and a drug I have never experienced before. You lead me to loyal friends and collided me with snitches that got their stitches. You put me through social embarrassment while faking a laugh along the way. You were a movie that has reached its long and unexpected needing. You gave me the experience of unforgettable knowledge that I will pass on to someone of my own some day. I will appreciate you from a distance far and unknown without ever looking back. From the depths of my lungs, you will be the last puff of smoke that leaves my body.

Goodbye Penn Manor High School,

~T.C

My Children’s 6 Word Memoirs to Me at My Funeral.

He was a spirit lifter father.

 

He taught me the good deeds.

 

He never let you down ever.

 

He was there when needed most.

 

Through the ups and downs times.

 

His name was Ty Jacob Erisman.

 

The best father for four children.

 

He changed all of our lives greatly.

 

Goodbye old man who loved us.

 

We will love and miss you.

 

Forever and ever and ever eternity.

 

From the Erisman kids.

~Ty Erisman

She Moved On

She moved on.

But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.

She moved on

But she kept every possession that had any connection to him.

She moved on

But when she comes across that flannel that he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.

She moved on

But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.

She moved on

But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.

She moved on

But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…

-Anonymous

Retirement to Dance in 50 Years

Dear dance,

I remember the moment that you were the one for me.

When my Mother plays the sound of  beats and drums in the little pink DVD player, and her little girl who just took her first steps is dancing like a little soldier.

When Mother switches to the soft sound of music, and her baby starts to switch position to sway along.

She mutters, “Our little girl won’t be playing soccer.”

The moment I looked at my first ballet teacher, I knew it would be a perfect match.

Through the tears.

Threw the blisters.

Through the bruises.

Dance motivated me.

I learned to love the pain that led to accomplishment.

When one choreographer says “NO”, I will go and find one thats says “YES”.

Dance brought joy.

Dance brought love.

Dance brought release of emotions.

I am ever so grateful to the gift that God gave me.

The gift that has helped me to achieve the purpose he had for me.

The gift that brought me to achieve my biggest dreams.

It is time to say goodbye.

It’s been a great life full of 5..6..7..and 8.

~Anonymous 

My Dear Ethiopia

Since the day I saw you

I have loved you,

Your culture and rich tradition

I bowed to.

You have carried me with your love,

From day one to eleven, my beloved;

“Mother Ethiopia” I called you,

Home of Lucy, and animals like Kangaroo

Day by day you get more beautiful,

Just like your people and view.

I will see you soon,

That I promise you;

But till that day, I will say,

Mother Ethiopia, My Ethiopia I love you.

~E.T.

Dear Grandpa

Dear Grandpa,

I love you.

Playing and coloring at your house

I loved being with you, dad didn’t

The fighting I heard

Didn’t change my love for you

The things mom said about you

Didn’t change my love for you.

Christmas,

Seeing the smile on your face

While taking pictures with us opening gifts

The smile you had

In the pictures with us

Then you weren’t in them

No beautiful smile to brighten my day

Going into the hospital

For the last time

Didn’t realize this heart attack

Would be the last

I will love you forever

I will always remember your smile

And everything you did for me

I’ll see you again someday.

Love,

Me

~Anonymous 

A Collection of Random Thoughts

                    “Always expect the worst out of things                     

                                 so that in                                   

           case the worst       

           occurs, you were

           ready for it.

           If the worst

            doesn’t occur,

           then you will be

           surprised and

            happy when the

           situation turned

out to be better than you thought it would.”

 

               “Whenever

        something doesn’t go the

   way it was                    planned

   or how                        somebody wanted

  it to, someone they know will say, “get

over it, life isn’t fair”. But if that is said to

 everyone, shouldn’t        that mean that life

 isn’t fair to anyone?        If life isn’t fair to

 anyone, everybody        gets the some

unfairness.. Doesn’t        this mea that life is fair?.”

 

“If you are   supposed to           treat people

the way you    want to be        treated, then

why do people    harm each        other? Does

that mean        they want           to be harmed

back?  If you      ever want          to harm someone

in any way        shape or              form whether        

it is physically,      socially,        mentally, spiritually

, or emotionally,       think that   you are asking

for the same         thing to be  done to you.”

~Ian 

It’s All The Same

Guide the hand to a new fate,

And do not tell him of what you truly are,

Just smile at him, looking,

Away, from his face.

 

Listen to the voice that came from the hate,

And do not help him, only give him a taste,

Of who you desire, par,

Himself, neglected by you.

 

Guide his smile, to truly; who looks,

Yet, contrive, he is yours,

And he undermines by your fascination; benign,

To taste, the hand upon your face.

 

Simply untrue, undeserving, undesirable.

Away, from himself, neglect the hate,

Do not tell; the fate, so new; your heart

Won’t ever break.

 

Listen to the lies, you’re making up; lies.

Of given is the par, undermine who looks,

Telling not of a soul, to be under mine,

Is what of yours?

 

Guide to fascinate, to lay upon, undeserving of,

Your face, benign, you truly know,

Who you, are; not to be himself, he loves. He loves.

Simply, who he truly, undermines,

Who of what is your soul, not to understand,

Look now away, from yourself, smile,

Neglect the lies, not to love; not to hate.

 

Listen to the facade, voice, inside,

You won’t ever misapprehend,

Lies won’t ever break,

–Ever what is, undesirable won’t, how do you?

 

Guide to help him, do not,

Give to contrive to taste to know,

To understand your soul,

Suffice to desire the hate.

 

Simply, himself; as fate, smiles,

Fascinate the facade, obey,

Look, you’re mine, under love will never

–Break.

 

Guide to what, he is not, true, you; to not stand,

Under; the hate, helps him; you

Do not, under what, stand upon the hand,

Fate lies at your, face.

 

Listen, you’re who you love, he loves,

The benign tastes the, heart; obeys the soul;

Contrive to suffice the untrue, neglect

–What once was the hand of fate.

 

Simply par, not mine, understand him,

Tell not the truth, of you are, who looks?

Fascinate the soul, he loves, but he hates. He hates, you.

Guide: to understand what it takes,

To stay awake, away, from the fate,

Breaking the heart; Undermining distaste, in himself,

Truly, doesn’t tell him you’re fascinated; the facade.

 

Simply: how he looks at your face,

Suffice the hate, desire the hate, you know

He will never neglect your lies, remained untrue,

Taking his hand, to the voice inside.

 

Listen: the soul gives into for what?

Contrive, you won’t ever misapprehend,

To par his smile, to you, and only you,

He loved you; you, to break his heart.

 

Look, it’s all the same.

~Anonymous 

Lamp

i am much like a lamp; hollowed out with a man living inside me. though, if you rub my belly you won’t find a genie, no, you’ll find an overcast of daddy issues and just the right amount of self deprecating jokes. you won’t find a genie,
but you will find a tidal wave of suppressed memories, but don’t worry you can grab onto a piece of my broken heart and ride it out. veins pumped to the brim with self hatred. lungs filled with a air of those who disarmed my words; breathing in and out their toxicities.

~Anonymous 

“Dear Penn Manor”

Dear Penn Manor,

Thanks for the friends,

I wouldn’t have them

Without you.

 

Thanks for the early mornings

And the late nights

With work, people, and thoughts

you gave me

 

I’ll never forget how you

Helped me learn to be

A team player,

A hard worker,

And an adult.

 

From football games,

To bring your tractor

To school day,

I will never forget you

 

See ya around,

J.T.

Ballad about 9/11

 

This is a story about the day

That the world would suddenly change

The event that made the people say

New York will never be the same

 

It was a normal afternoon

Not a thing seemed strange

But they don’t know what’s coming soon

The day that New York would change

 

A plane just passing by

Seemed awfully low

They’re screaming “Oh my”

Soon everything would blow

 

Crashing in with fire and rage

The tower went up in big red flames

The lives of people of many age

Would soon never be the same

 

Soon enough another one comes too

And crashes right into the second tower

After a long fight the first tower blew

And all the debris became a shower

 

Life after life just wasting away

Firefighters trying their best to save

No one has a word to say

As the fiery fury onward raves

 

As the second tower starts to tumble

People are frantically running about

Inside the ground you can feel a rumble

Sadly enough, time has run out

 

People are silent as the sirens blare

No one is quite sure what to do

Everyone has just stopped and stared

As the last of the two towers blew

 

As the dust and debris settles

And the crowds start to swarm

People are gathered around to meddle

To see how this disaster formed

 

Theory after theory

Lie after lie

People start to feel weary

As the tears dry from their eyes

 

Broken families and broken hearts

Their loved ones in the remains

As their mind and their heart parts

Their lives will never be the same

 

Body after body pulled from what’s left

Many people still screaming

Lifting the debris with all their heft

The tears from their eyes still streaming

 

Day after day

night after night

Many people still say

That everyday is a new fight

 

Long after the falling

People still mourn

Their loved ones no longer calling

A generation of fighters was born

~K.C.

I am Adventurous and Thoughtful

I wonder about what life holds.

I hear the sound of horses galloping.

I see the smiling sun shine on the river.

I want to be able to replay my dreams.

I am adventurous and thoughtful.

I pretend that life is a memory.

I feel that we are all created equal.

I touch God’s beautiful creatures.

I worry about the people across the ocean.

I cry about the things I haven’t done.

I am adventures and thoughtful.

I understand no one is perfect.

I say “live life to the fullest”.

I dream about life with no bullying.

I try to be the best I can be.

I hope to never regret what I have done.

I am adventures and thoughtful.  

~R.A.

 

The Delicate Dancing Shoes

As I wait backstage my heart pounds in fear.

If I mess up, will I loose my job?

Will I lose my pride?

Will I lose every ounce of confidence left in my body?

“Dont mess up”, I try to tell myself.

It’s almost my cue.

The numbers 5, 6, 7, and 8 rolling through my brain.

I hear the last drumbeat and my entrance begins.

On top of my box I go and bourree to my spot.

The millions of eyes staring right at me.

This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life.

Why live in fear?

When you can live your life doing what you love.

~Nicole Alexakos