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The pen strikes again

Community Educational Outreach is proud to present to you the winners of our second writing contest! Many students participated in this contest and all submissions were considered. We are proud to share the four winning submissions for your reading enjoyment! Our first place winner was Cresencio Armijo with The Place I Call Home.

The Place I Call Home

The place I call home,

a barren cell,

a place in hell,

here I sit alone.

For my crime I pay with time,

where lights glare night and day.

And through my rage I pace my cage.

And I still stay and pay.

My home is hell,

in one small cell,

that no one is to own.

My body cramps from the cold and damp,

that chills me to the bone.

It somehow seems,

that all my dreams,

must wait for each tomorrow.

My years are filled with tears of sorrow.

My tears of pain,

like bitter rain,

spill down on naked stone.

Every day I always pray,

to the only God I've known.

To hear my screams,

my bitter dreams,

when I feel most alone.

I feel the sting,

of metal rings,

and keys in metal locks.

The scrape of feet on concrete,

as guards control the blocks.

I can't blame or cast shame,

on them for keeping me.

Cause of a love like mine,

imprisoned by time,

won't die unless I'm freed.

Here convict knives take human lives,

no jungle holds more danger.

And every day that comes my way,

each man remains a stranger.

I watch my back,

for there is lack,

of men that can be trusted.

I would kill.

I have that will.

Before it's me that gets dusted.

They came today

and took away

the man that lived next door.

To end his strife,

he took his life.

He couldn't take no more.

It's quiet upon my tier.

A single death has claimed another.

Each wondering who will be next.

I hope it's not a Mexican brother.

A secret I should tell you now,

but do not tell another.

In order to survive in here,

you must wear a cover.

You walk that walk.

And talk that talk.

He wears a face without a trace,

of any fear inside.

But here's the secret,

I'll tell you now.

There's a frightened man inside.

If someone should take my life,

please tell my wife and kids

I love them so.

Tell her I'm glad for all we had,

And all she's done for me.

Though I am gone,

one thing lives on -

My love eternally.

My one desire,

should I expire,

that no one cries for me.

Just hold my kids within your arms,

and tell them their daddy's finally FREE!

Second place went to Jake Philamalee and his entry entitled Letter To My Nephew:

Letter to my nephew

When do we know the time is ended to be boys

To grasp hold of responsibilities instead of toys

Keep in mind the words to thine own self be true

Be not blind to what you commit to

Mind that life its self is fleeting

So show the world your best greeting

Sometimes the greatest thing is a smile unfurled

Remember that one person can change the world

Don't pay heed to the naysayer

There are such things as answered prayers

Never doubt your own self worth

Even when the world deals you hurt

Always be considerate of others needs

At no time underestimate a kind deed

Don't take too long to realize

When something stops growing it dies

Each sunrise brings forth new challenge

So be relentless in your quest for knowledge

Know that integrity has no price

About honesty, never think twice

A time will come to decide to make a stand

Be tall and know in your heart that you are a man

Third place went to Tim Morarie and Rotating Paradigm Shift:

Rotating Paradigm Shift

A slow learning curve inside Cleopatra's closet

A continuous drip from a leak in the faucet

The moonlight intrudes through a hole in the curtain

The evening gives way to thoughts of insertion

A slow burning urge, a chaotic desire

The candles surge with a flickering fire

Meticulous Madame cleaning her quarters

No time to unwind, the nights getting shorter

A slow learning curve in her bedroom at night

Three lovers entwined in a fantasy plight

Positions unfolding in natural bliss

Climactic endeavors that end with a kiss

Lastly, we are proud to share Brian DeTemple's entry entitled Children of Columbine:

Children of Columbine

When God looks down upon children of earth

He gave a blessing to all mothers at birth

To be blessed to watch them learn and grow

They are truly a gift from heaven, you know?

So when that Day of Judgment comes at last

We ask God why he took them from our life so fast

For they are our children we cry in pain and sorrow

And we won't see their smiling face tomorrow

We must remember those smiles and happy faces

Because God has taken them to better places

Because of this God is in your heart and mine

And we will never forget

The children of Columbine

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Submitted By: Erin Feese
posted on 8/9/2007 @ 2:52:26 PM
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Wow. Powerful pieces. Nice work.
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