your vision, your voice
I come from
I come from Texas. Where ice cream melts and construction is hard labor.
I come from you-tube. Where theories are everywhere and rice gum sucks!
I come from drawing. Where your hands melt and where it’s satisfying.
I come from yugioh cards.Where destruction begins and get a free trip to the…
SHADOW REALM!
BUT THAT’S JUST A THEORY A POETRY THEORY!
Berkman Elementary
4
I come from lot of trees very green and a river calm slow,pretty and blue.
Where u walk close to a river and get wet with a sweet friend.
I come from Round rock and almost all my family lives in Round rock like my Tia lives in Florida,
Where i don’t get to visit her but still I love her like all my family.
I come from a family Mexican and the mom always do like tacos, enchiladas, fruit waters and nachos.
Where my Tia and my mom doesn’t get like very good friend.
I come from a funny family helpers and so much fun to play with
I love my family and i love my friends Angelica and Enedelia.
Berkman Elementary
4
Marco
Annoying, loud, sleepy
1 Sister, child of a dad
Who fears dead
Who needs love
Who loves anonymous
Who fears losing my xbox
Who would like to see my friend
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
As swift as a bomb
Like a roar of the Lion
As harsh as a slap
As caring as a mother
As dark as night
Like a lamp of terror
Like a wave of goodbye
Leaves the soul never seeing anything more
Barton Hill Elementary
5
I didn’t choose This.
stop saying I did.
Do you Think,
I would Choose,
to be Hated by half my family?
the Same family who told me,
they would Love me,
No Matter what?
Do you Think,
I would Choose,
to have to make an Escape Plan,
if Anything goes Wrong?
Do you Think,
I would Choose,
to be called horrible Slurs,
By those who said they Loved me?
Do you Think,
I would Choose,
to suffer Silently,
With mental Illness?
Do you Think,
I would Choose,
to Realize,
That One sentence,
could set off a Chain of Events,
That in the End,
could get me Killed?
these Were not My choices.
but These were the Cards I was Handed,
And These are the Cards I must Play.
My life is the galaxy,
Filled with stars,
Big hot and bright,
Easy to see from far away.
But when when my galaxy gets filled with more stars,
My old stars faint hardly visible hard to remember,
Almost like they are not there.
When I get closer towards the stars,
The stars gets even bigger and bigger,
Visible easy to see in the the dark galaxy.
I notice the stars and think about them,
Remembering these are one of the first stars in my galaxy.
I try to keep hold of the stars,
Hold on to them forever,
Never going to forget them,
Like they are stuck on me like glue.
The Planets in my Galaxy surround me,
Right next to me through my cycles of daylight.
And through my obstacles (global warming) you orbit right next to me,
Making me feel good through these obstacles,
Filling my balloon with air.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Splish splash you can hear the kids splashing in the water splish splash you can hear the water flowing through the slides.
Splish splash you can hear and see the kids screaming Aaaaaaaah splish splash you can see the water dripping throw the sides.
Splish splash you see the people falling at the end of the slides splish splash you can see the people frighten before the get on the slide.
Berkman Elementary
4
Family is to have each other
Family is to support each other
Not to hurt.
Friends are to be social
Friends are for fun
Not to be taken advantage of.
Life is to live
Life is to go out and have fun
Not to be thrown away.
No one nor nothing deserves to get pushed aside
There is a purpose
In
Everything.
CD Fulkes Middle School
8
Fall
Fallen is what I have done
Among me is nothing(just a pit as black as the road in which we run)
Lost is what I am lost in trickery
Lost in this pit of misery
I feel no hope in this abyss
Never have I felt such loneliness
Gray and black and gray and black is the darkness that blend into one
I continue to fall so deep into this pit
Not knowing when I’ll hit the ground and suddenly lose to it
Loss of torment gain of hope
Over and over I walk this tightrope
Vacillating between my pain and what I’m fond of
Evermore I’ll fall in love.
Gorzycki
7
Ring!
The bell next to the cash box sounds
As I walk up to the cashier
“Hello, what would you like to like?
What kind of tortilla do you want?
Sour cream, lettuce, tomato, cheese?
Your choice, you control all the events-
I mean toppings that make you life-
I mean taco.
So fun or boring to live-
I mean eat.”
“Are you okay?”
I ask.
“Yes.
I’m fine.
Just want to help you pick what goes in your life-
I mean taco.”
Gorzycki Middle School
7