Month: January 2018

Bear
I push myself
Deeper into the couch,
Not wanting to turn on the TV,
But I do,
Read the news headline,
Over and over again,
Not being able to process the thought,
I turn around ask my mom what it means,
But she says she does not want to talk about it,
But she’s just hiding from reality,
I turn back to the screen,
Try to find the felling,
But it comes to quickly,
Just as the bear’s claw did,
Sunk into my back
The wobbling screams,
The scarlet blood drops on the dirt road.

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Ann Richards

7th

He doesnt play the stage
The stage played them
Crying with the unappricated music
Making a last ditch effort to unuse it
He wants a half note, not the measure
Unplayed whole notes, death to a bar
Heart pounding, with wooden sounds About to burst into a trillion pounds
On him
Passion is the first thing he has
Nervousness is his third curse
Music second to none
Best at none
A slave to the notes
A rage to the notes condition
No one listens to a musician

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Anderson

9

my grilled cheese
has all the qualities.
smelly…
cheesy…
tasty…
it fill me with the light
i could eat it all night.
all in one bite.
all gooys and cut
i wish my mom could make it more often but…
shes busy as a bee
no more grilled cheese for me.
my brother ate my last slice
which wasnt very nice

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gorzycki middle

7th

I walk along a
straight path
I see a Box
But what lies within
Fame?
Fortune?
trash?
I can not be sure
But should i take that chance?
I could lose it all
I could become famous
Or i can live the life i have
Who knows what will happen
I open the Box
I took the chance

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gorzycki

7

A TREE

A tree
Used for many things
Some you do on a sunny day
To display
The mask that you put
To shield
That bits of life
That you want no one to see
So you sit on the dank of the waterway next to the tree.
And wait for the storm to pass
For the rain to dissipate
And the sun
To came
Out and you show yourself
Without no mask.

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Gorzycki

7

Dribbling, sprinting down the court as fast as lightning
Looking
Pass to the best player

The best player catches the ball easily
He dribbles around a player and takes a shot
Swish
The crowd goes wild; their team won!

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Today is a new day
Rays of sun shine like pure gold
Drizzling down from the sky
Like rain,
but happier.
The cool breeze,
swirling sweet smells of flowers
all around.
Gently comforting,
a refreshing embrace.
A sweet lullaby
Sung by the birds,
Waking the trees
from their nightly slumber.
Stretching their long limbs,
opening their eyes
old but lively.
The moon fades away
into the ever- brightening sky,
as she has had a restless night of work.
Silken rose petals,
laden with dew drops.
Crystals glittering in the sun.
As the morning spins
into afternoon,
the sun slides
to the center
of the soft,
blue
sky.

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Lamar Middle School

6

Writing is like music,
Each letter is a note,
Each space is a rest,
Each sentence is a measure,
And every story, is a flowing song.

Some stories are short,
Just like a staccato note.
While some are long,
Just like a fermata note.
Each having a unique length,
That sets the tempo for the song.

The different styles,
The different genres,
The different dynamics,
The different tones,
Don’t just “write”

Write with purpose.
Write with feeling.
Write with rhythm.
When writing,

Compose
Music.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7th