Month: February 2018

My Magic Box

I will put in the box
The whispering of wind through trees
A curtain made of gold
Colors no one has ever seen before.
I will put in the box
A feather from the bird of fire
The wings of a pegasus
A prophecy hiding the fate of the world.
I will put in the box
The brightest star in the galaxy
A starfish from the deepest seas
A silver sunflower that has everything.
I will put in the box
The shadows of those who came before
A priceless chandelier from the poor
The beauty of Autumn, never fading away
My box is accomplished dreams and glittery bubbles
Heavenly lights and sapphires as blue as the ocean
I shall fly in my box
High up in the clouds
Warm and fluffy like cotton candy.

Me!

Fun, cool, happy and sad
Sister of dog, Max
Lover of Mom, dog and Hamilton
Who feels playful at gaga
Quiet and enjoyable
Who needs food, sun and playtime
Who gives time, work and love
Who fears life, death, and movies
Who would like to see Katy Perry, King of Pop & Malala

Resident of Austin, Texas
Last name Peables

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I have a love/hate relationship with the shower
Get in
Strip off my slowly thickening layers of skin
One for regular people
One for friends
One for best friends
One for family
Only skeleton bones remain
I examine each layer and ask myself
“Do you like it? Do you like you?”
I respond no and ponder over why
Too shy
Too fake
Trying too hard
Too mean
Until I get to me
Me myself and I
Only i am allowed to see this part of me
This is the part of me that counts, the part of me that really matters. I can change all my layers using this part
Do I like me
Once I strip down, peel away all the layers of who I’d like to be
Do I like myself
Weighing the pros and cons of my soul, seeing which bones I can break & which one can be broken in the right place & which ones cannot be broken, the ones that can never be touched
Truly look at who you are
Do I like it?
Do I like myself?

No

{look in the mirror and ask your soul if you’re alright}

Gonzalo Garza High School

11th Grade

In honor of my best friend

The girl in the shadows.
Who no one truly knows
not a joiner
not a fighter
she does whatever goes
She stands up and does what’s right
and no one knows
Oh how she loves to read and write
and speak
and keep the light
of the world
keep hope alive and everyone fails
to see the hero she can be

Brentwood Elementary School

5th

Then, Before and After

Then
A haze of fog,
Blinding my memory of sight Before,
Protecting my soul like my childhood blanket covering my head from an imagined, scary creature behind
my bedroom door.

All I remember is After.

Not because I was so young Then,
But because After’s crash was so fiery and impactful,
I was left in a daze,
Wondering where and why.

After is my second birth.
Born into a world of who you Aren’t.

Comfort in my fears,
Umbrella in my rain,
Hand that holds mine,
Shoulder for my lean,
Always here.

Voice of assurance,
Whisper of confidence,
Teacher of morals,
Inspiration,
Model,
Sacrifice,
Selflessness,
Constant.

After
The haze is gone,
It no longer blinds my memories of Before,
My sight is clear.

Who you Aren’t is who she is,
Who she always was,
And who I will strive to be.

William B. Travis High School

10

windows to her soul

the lightest galaxy known to man
rippled waves of blue green and grey
dark along the end
true and trusting blue, a reef on the ocean floor
knowing where to swim avoiding sharpened edges
the care of the green penciled in swirls
seaweed of the souls, watching over the creatures
beautiful and compassionate grey, fading the colours in a light pastel of the water
tinting the view of the picture with beauty and grace
the dark black of the deep sea curls
embodies love, telling the stories of the past
past their time, full of knowledge
the center of all

Gonzalo Garza High School

11th Grade