Duston+S

My name is Duston Smith, i go to Edgewood High School, and im 18 years old. this portfolio that I am creating is my work from Creative Writing class and other classes alike. I am putting things in here that i am proud of and things that i feel that i have completed, whether it be free write, or a class project. i hope you all enjoy my work as much as i have enjoyed writing it.

these next fiew pieces were alot of fun writing because they were some of the first poems in creative writing class. they allowed me to show my moods in different phases and helped me to understand and work through things. learning all the skills necessary to write a poem was a valuable lesson in that it gave me the option of being able to put my feelings on paper. sometimes people tend to hold things in and it would be so much better if we found a way to let them out. What does Red Sound Like? Red sounds like summer nights The sunset glowing effervescently The sweet breeze The soft sweet smell of roses

Red sounds like love Lying still in a hammock saying nothing yet hearing everything Tender I love you and a gentle caress My heart beats fast and irregular

Red sounds like fall The changing of the season Old things passed away Feeling the cool breeze upon my face

Red sounds like Valentines Day Secrets revealed or none to share Being lonely or having no worries The valentine slipped through your locker

Red sounds like red A color is a color Yet we hear so much from it That the color makes you wonder

Haiti Earthquake poem A day so dark and not so mild So vividly shown through the eyes of a child Deathly weak and feverishly afraid My life is undone and all is unmade

I have lost all my friends, my family, and things I have lost all hope and lost all good feelings So many strangers in white masks come to help me I thank god for his angels who have set us free

I thought I was alone as I laid there dying My soul was so weak I couldn’t stop crying Where is my mother I hope she’s ok We were at home together I hope she isn’t there to stay

Dear lord above please hear my prayer Please help us I hope your there Why did this happen and what good did it do For fate to shift the earth and bring death on through

I feel so sorry and fully of sadness and guilt I should not have questioned what you had willed I believe I can see my mother Sitting in a chair holding on to my brother

Thank you lord for the blessing you have given You have given me so much back, I now have something to believe in I go to my mother now and kiss her sweet face Another place, another time is where I will end my race

Alliteration poem (//Requiem for the Soul)// By: Duston Smith

Calm as the cool breeze Something calling casually with ease Catching happiness as it passes by Cares are gone and I figured out why

Turning around I see you there Your bright yellow shirt emanating I try not to stare I call your name and she lends me her ear She yells back and comes running to me without any fear

So happy as she slowly hugs my neck As I cry I tell how I have missed her and been a wreck how she knew what I wanted I didn’t know she softly kissed my cheek and my happiness began to grow

the look in her glowing green eyes put happiness and good feelings in my heart and I knew why why she had gone from me for so long it doesn’t matter now she’s here the dusk is dawn our love is back we’d been so wrong

it had been so forever but the pain still resides yet the terrible moments between us began to subside every precarious moment has passed me by our precious pleasurable moments make everything feel fine

delving in delicious wonderful bliss dangerous passion in every single kiss I lay content on that dry sandy beach You lean in close to me forever in reach

** Living **
 * Happy, fulfilled **
 * Loving, laughter, joyful **
 * Enjoying the things I have done **
 * Living **


 * Dying **
 * Sadness, empty **
 * Hating, crying, broken **
 * Hating the things unfinished **
 * Sorrow **


 * Loved **
 * Extreme, intense **
 * Nirvana, empathy **
 * The feeling of being understood **
 * Cherished **


 * Hated **
 * Simple, boring **
 * Completed, carelessly **
 * To be misinterpreted **
 * hated **

Group Poem A day so dark and not so mild Vividly shown through the eyes of a child The breakfast dishes cleared away What began a normal day

I don’t remember what I saw Or if I saw anything at all Was deathly weak and feverishly afraid Did seem my life to be undone and that all was unmade

I fell away out of sight And soon the stones blocked out all the light I thought I was alone as I laid there dying My soul was so weak I couldn’t stop crying.

The bricks fell like rain The pressure, heavy, and then the pain Where is my mother, I hope she’s ok She was in our home with me and I hope that isn’t where she’ll stay.

My breath slowing And conscious waning Please heavenly father hear my cry Cover us lord and tell us why

But above me, a reaching hand Strong arms help me to stand So many strangers in white masks come to help me I thank god for his angels who have set us free