The Finalists Include (in alphabetical order): Peter Bacon (age 14), Mateo Carrion (age 18), Kathryn Ortiz (age 17), Manioli Percel (age 16), Madison Spoonire (age 19).
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Peter Bacon
“Mirrors”
But I’m getting a sense of Deja’-vu
I don’t know about you
Stay with me if you would
It would be great if you could
No matter how complicated it gets
Realize that I have no regrets
Because all I see is a reflection
In my eyes I use for detection
I’m starting to see myself
In this poem that writes itself
If you noticed, it’s a mirror
If you noticed, it’s a mirror
In this poem that writes itself
I’m starting to see myself
In my eyes I use for detection
Because all I see is a refection
Realize that I have no regrets
No matter how complicated it gets
It would be great if you could
Stay with me if you would
I don’t know about you
But I’m getting a sense of Deja’-vu
Mateo Carrion
“Women’s War”
All the lies they told us,
That led to Cries, HOLD UP!!!
Clean your eyes! Bold huh?
Yeah BOLD!!!
Bolder than soldier with a boulder on his shoulder battling discomposure,
don’t quit because it only gets harder as you get older.
Women have all this weight on their back but it don’t stop them from pushing the stroller,
And 2 things happen,
Either their strong hearts turn gold
Or their cold blood gets colder,
trying hard to stay sober
but they just want the pain to be over,
she’s only 31 and her life has more tricks than treats than October,
cigarette holder she’s a smoker,
a stoner,
she’s smoking gas hoping it starts her motor,
but she’s constantly pushed down until she pops out her seat like a toaster,
this sweet cup of tea is sick of sitting on her coaster,
she’s ready to be fine wine sipped by an owner of a rover,
she wants a man to just hold her,
his name can be closer so he can show her some closure,
her lows can’t get any lower,
so she’s looking up like an endless elevating roller coaster.
Kathryn Ortiz
“Shadow on the wall”
No one understand the things I seen
The shadow on the wall, who is haunting me.
A man in black with bleeding red eyes,
Holding hands with a child in white.
Faces are covered and terrified.
You want it to be all a lie
Never wanting to sleep at night
Turn on the lights try not to cry.
Praying to god that tonight I’ll survive.
Monsters in my dreams
Trying to choke me
And won’t let me breath
Woke up scared with the man in black
Right in front of me
Telling me all the things he seen
All I beg for is to let me be free
Manioli Percel
“Suicide”
I’ve been trapped I’ve been committed
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
No more suicide I’m slowly losing my appetite
Been restrained way too many times but why
I couldn’t breathe all I did was scream and fight back
After that my life went back on track but I was way too sad
It got me more mad, more angry this anger in me got me insane and crazy
After they drugged me then it hit me but I fell on my face what was this place
I didn’t eat I couldn’t sleep locked in a room I’ll be out soon
The struggle is real it takes time to heal this was a big part of my life
This is when you said you’ll be my sight this was the sad part this was when you
Broke my heart you said you’d stay but you’re nowhere in my way
This was sad you were supposed to be my dad you were the only thing I had
Thinking violent because suicide is silent feeling gloom that’s the truth
Blood is red still wanted to be dead it’s not a phase it’s a say darkness is bad because
Of it I’ve lost everything I had life was supposed to be great but world is full of hate
“You do this for attention” is all that you mention why can’t I just end it is all that I
Question I’m so antisocial it’s like I didn’t know I’m always sitting in my room
I’m addicted to the pain I’ve caused on myself the harm on my arm no pain
I’ll let the blood drain all this madness all this sadness I’m so traumatized I almost took
My own life don’t forget your still mine but right now it’s time to say goodbye
I’m trying to be safe maybe this was all a mistake putting a fake smile on my face
Perhaps one day I’ll change I’ll change all my ways because I don’t want to say the
Same I wish you stood by my side instead you left me behind I’m so restless I can’t
Sleep there’s never been a promise you can keep
Madison Spoonire
“Soul Eater”
In the dark of the night, a little girl sat upon a swing.
Wondering when someone would want to hear her sing.
She sat in the dark, her heart open wide.
And all of a sudden began to cry.
No fun, no friends, no family to care.
She realized how alone she was sitting there.
A kind gentle heart was all that she bared.
That sweet little girl was lonely and scared.
A few years went by and that sweet little girl.
Had been gnawed and impaled by the cold hardened world.
Now she sits on that swing all cold and withdrawn.
The old self she knew was almost all gone.
She watched the sun set and she sang out once more.
“This life could`ve been great but I can’t try anymore”.
Looking into the darkness, this sweet little girl.
Let society change her and shake up her world.
This sweet little girl resides within me.
I know that she is who i wish again to be.
So let the sun come down, drown your sorrows away.
Before the moon comes in the darkness.
And reclaims your soul for all eternity.
Let the sun be bright as it always should be.
For when the moon comes again i will take it with me.
Society can hurt a little girl’s heart.
And make her believe she wasn’t worth it from the start.
There`s a shield and a mask, never to be unveiled.
In society no love or kindness will ever prevail.
Every night in the darkness that broken girl screams.
Is there hope for tomorrow? is normal all it seems?
Your body and heart are not yours anymore.
Without a shield or a mask a sweet little girl.
Will. Be. Taken. Once. More.
This program is supported in part, by a grant from the Worcester Arts Council, a local agency, which is supported by the Massachusetts Cultural Council, a state agency.
