Stanzaic Stylings

The Wishing Fountain It was a foggy morning as we walked around In the big city of San Francisco when we found A wishing fountain with a bright white trim Crystal clear water filling it to the brim And, oh dear, circles of silver and brown Which made me and my child frown As a penny disturbed the water I was asked by my dear daughter “Why would you throw away money With which you could buy a bunny? Mommy, if you were to make a wish Would you ask for a pretty goldfish?” I looked down at her with a smile And said, “Honey, it may take awhile For everyone to realize what we sorely need Is a leader who will plant the seed Of world peace. Someone to encourage unity Among the people of our large community If I were to rule the world, I would make it A place where no one feels like a misfit Where there would be no bullying or fights And no criminals to roam the streets at night So whether it be a wishing fountain or a shooting star I woul...

Waiting For Her Shadows underneath his eyes Hours feeling like centuries Empty hearted, empty handed, With only false hope to hold onto Waiting for her He wants to right his wrongs Has nights full of tears and regrets He is the man who can’t be moved Forever sitting on that rough pavement Waiting for her He will pull through every storm Listening for the clicks of her little red rain boots Her hair tied up with a little red bow To tell her he was sorry For everything she had lost because of him Passerbyers, friends, family members They can’t mend his broken soul He only wants to breathe life again With you by his side You’re the only one who can make him feel whole again Save him, please save him He’ll make it up to you if you give him a chance He’s so sorry he had to leave you so young He’ll make it up to you, he’ll wait for you No matter how long it takes Bio:  My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell Hi...

In Love  As soon as I turn on the radio guess what I hear A singer who thinks falling in love should be feared Why do musicians always write like love is bad And the only result of loving is feeling sad I guess they never came across someone like you A person they would never be willing to lose I was sitting in a room filled with strangers But I knew all the guys were troublemakers I forced laughter, faked smiles for the crowd In actuality scared you would never come around But everything changed when I saw your face Now I’m not sure why I had doubts in the first place You have me searching for four leaf clovers Trying not to lose my composure Wishing on shooting stars in the night sky Hoping to catch a glimpse of when you walk by You change my mood like they’re the seasons If I’m feeling like winter you’re my summer beacon Before I met you I couldn’t find any inspiration All attempts for a love poem would end in frustration I know...

She Is The Girl She is the girl with a wild imagination Hears the countryside calling her name Who is impulsive, who couldn’t care less About what the others thought of her She is the girl who hates the city life Done with the photoshopped world The one who will leave it all behind one day For her green and brown haven She is the girl who cannot fathom That if humans are born naturally good Why we let this terrible world reign our lives The one who wishes for mother nature to rule Yet she is the girl who is praised for her brain She knows a lot, but what good is that If her knowledge won’t get her that far In a place where she will never be good enough She is the girl with many friends But friendship is not what she wants For all she wants is to run away And scream her troubles to the stars She is the girl who is often misunderstood The one who no one really knows Who no one can compare normalcy to She is me BIO : My name is ...

Red by Angelica Grace Lee Red The color of blood gushing out of unrequited love The skin of sour red grapes shattering a crystal glass The perfect rose that sickens the poor man’s dearest The feathers of a phoenix after rising from the ashes A fire lit by desire burning bright in the gloomy forest A distorted tomato before shaped by the hands of fear A rush in the veins when touched by an Earth angel A Ferrari driving down the street without an ending The brilliance of an anthurium on a sunny Sunday morning The scarlet fever that makes a woman’s beauty fade The scent of redwood trees in a city girl's dreams The brightness of a ruby containing the heart's emotions Red BIO: My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about social justice and would like to major in sociology or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an int...