Michelle Walk
Hr 1
A Separate Peace Project
Poem 1 Chapter 1
It all seemed varnished, and new
Yet,
It all seemed preserved, old
Until I found one flaw
The more things remain
The more that
They truly changed
How it opens the eyes
To finally realize
How things have changed…
That tree was large and intimidating
Yet was conquered
Jumping off it was like throwing
Life away
But as soon as you'd hit that water
You'd finally realize
At the end of that summer school day,
Things have changed
Yet also
Remained the same
Peom 2 Chapter 2
Persuasive
When it's forbidden
Persuasive
When it's laughed upon
Explanatory
When it needs explaining
Persuasive
Informative
When things are in need of informing
Pressing
When things needed
Pressing
Persuasive even when
The persuading
Seems impossible
Yet if this be not enough
For a moment
It is heroic
In the smallest
Of those human
Moments
Poem 3 Chapter 3
Hero?
Or villain?
Savior?
Or demeanor?
The game is played.
New rules,
New play,
Confusion may ensue
But is resolved soon after.
Soon after,
Its colors are starting to fade,
Becoming less entrancing.
So then of course
You want those colors back
Because it all feels plain
You may set a standard,
Be a hero?
You may break a rule,
Or two,
Then, be a villain?
Yet both hero and villain
Both circling each other
Peacefully equal
And tranquil
In the same atmosphere
They both soon right and good
Yet are they as well
At a fault?
Or is this just false
Chapter 4 Poem 4
What lies beneath the truth?
Is a mystery
A beautiful beach morning?
Or sabotage?
A developing friendship?
Or a developing hatred?
Which is first?
And which is last
Enmity
Yes enmity
Is what lies beneath?
Yet
As enmity goes on
Is it to, sabotage?
Is it, in its self, a ticking bomb?
Friendship
Or enmity
Which the first to fall?
Of course friendship
Which conquers?
Trust or truth?
Yet enmity
Wins them all
As they fall
Now everything
Is broken
Chapter 5 Poem 5
Truth
Is like a bullet in a gun
Inside, you know its there
And the fear is great
Outside, it kills,
Especially when the shot
Is a miss
When the victim
Can't believe
What had truly hit him?
So the killer is left
With the overwhelming sense
Of guilt eating him away
The killer slowly
Loses himself trying to find the reason
Of what came over him
Almost like
The truth is hiding
From the victim
For the sole purpose
Of hurting the killer
Yet it continues
Feeding on the killer
While the victim
Watches from afar
Chapter 6 poem 6
In these small moments
We realize
When we stop in our daily lives
To look back
And study them
Like a river god he stands
Over the brilliant blue water
Perfectionist
Until
He shall fall out of grace
What do we truly think?
Of those we know?
We keep on walking
And walking
Talking, and talking,
When we are truly supposed
Stop and think
We never do
When we fight our battles
When we fight ourselves
But in those small moments
They truly come upon us
We do realize
That sometimes
That we are not just part of ourselves
But also
Part of the ones we know
At the end of the day