Month: January 2019

How It Ends

No matter how it ends,
Know that I loved you
With all my being
With all that I am

If it ends in tragedy,
Know there was a time
When all I could think of
Was the beauty of your eyes

If it ends in sin
Know that i will always
Remember the way
You pulled me in

If it ends in tears
Know that I will always
Keep the memories
Of when you were with me

If it ends in death
Know that I will always
Remember the way
You smiled at me

If it ends in loneliness
Know that I will always
Have you on my mind
When i fall asleep at night

But if it ends in love
Know that I will always
Remember the way
We were in the beginning

And if it ends in happiness
Know that I will always
Remember all of
Our first times

And above all, if it ends in
You and me
I will always, always
Love you.

Rouse High School

11

An Ode To French And Ruling The World

I’ve never wanted to rule the world
Hold it in the palm of my hand, watch it unfurl
Until now
Because, ma chérie, if I did
Then to all misfortune goodbye you must bid
For I would give all happiness to you
That is how you know my devotion is true

I would give you sunrises and sunsets
Carefree giggles and no regrets
The smell of the earth right after it rains
When fresh-grown flowers are all that remains

I never wanted the universe under my control
Content with standing still, never moving my soul
Until now
Because, mon coeur, if it was
Then I would set your heart abuzz
With all the good things I would find
And pray that your angelic self would think it kind

I would give you lazy grins and peaceful days
Basking in the sun’s warm rays
Talking, writing, laughing side by side
To you all love I would provide

I want the earth within my reach
Not for selfishness, but so that I may beseech
Every cause for laughter, every reason for smile
To surround you and stay awhile
Ma moitié, my other half
I would steal the world on your behalf

Chisholm Trail Middle School

8

Lucky

Lucky
Words fall from my mouth
Regurgitated
An imitation of a real person
I get by by mimicking what I see in others
Lucky, some would say
That I am able to pass for what I am not
A competent illusion
Scraping on past by the skin of my teeth
It’s no wonder I hate poems, I think
Metaphors make no sense and
Between the lines goes over my head and
Just this once, I think
The words fail me again and again
Poems, they shatter my skull
A brain that cannot compute
A brain that cannot understand why
Why must the true meaning always be so obscured?
Why can’t you just be straightforward with me?
If you’re going to give me a gift
Why must you seal it with pretty words and fleeting metaphors?
In all these verses, rhymes, and lyrics
I only hear that which I cannot understand
And I am left with an unfinished work of art
I have to wonder how other people see it
Do the most potent words ignite fireworks in your mind
And firecrackers in your heart?
Does it paint the most exquisite picture?
Does it seem like art to you?
Not to me
Not to me, do the words inspire passion or excitement
Or revelation of a hidden meaning
My teachers said poems were for everyone
I never thought that was true
Title, Paraphrase, Connotation, Attitude, Shifts, Title, Theme
Must a poem be all that?
But even in the inaccessible English class analogies
I can write even poems in my own way
And that is what I’m lucky to see

Anderson High School

10

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

In that mirror,
I am average.
Black hair with curls,
Brown eyes and lashes.
Braces and glasses.
Average, average, average.

But the mirror lies to me,

Ignoring,
My laughter
And my waterworks.
It doesn’t show when
I feel moody,
And when I feel loopy.
Or my hopes and dreams.

Why would I listen to the mirror?
It doesn’t show me my perfection.
It only shows my
Reflection.

Pearson Ranch Middle School

7

Being 10

Being 10 means to
Flip out when not needed
Getting prepared for popularity in middle
Focusing hard at school
Having more advanced skills
Top of elementary ready to soar
To the next grade
Happiness is flowing through
The cracks of 4th grade and below
Sorrows coming of leaving
Elementary memories
Learning so much already
Getting too modern for grown-ups
Ready for any obstacle to come
Ready to be anything we want
Ready for a new challenge
Ready for a new destiny
Ready for 10
I am 10

Canyon Creek Elementary

5

What I am

I am made of a
variety of art supplies
colorful and always available
except when it runs out or dries up

I am made of pictures and memories
flowing and reminding of times in the past
of fun, sorrow, anger, fear, and disgust
mixed together to form
one picture in the brain

I am the sewing kit
on my top shelf
filled with fabric and felt
measuring tape and pins
buttons and thread to make creations

I am my feelings
combined together in my body
saved in my mind
That is me

Canyon Creek Elementary School

5

Tree

I sway in the wind,
Pray to the air,
Gleaming in the sun,
Beautiful as a cloud.
I watch the stars,
When they glide by,
Watching the moon,
Gazing.
Some say I’m ugly,
Some say pretty,
I say everyone is pretty,
In their own way.
Nature is crying for exploration,
So come enjoy nature,
With me.

Bryker Woods Elementary

5

Pain….

Do you ever look at someone, wondering what they are thinking about?
Well, here is what I’m thinking
People wont ever care about me
No one would notice me hurting
but here I am..in pain
If only people cared
I know many people go through these thoughts
everyday or even more thoughts
what we all want is for the pain to go away
but it just gets stronger
as the stress builds up
the pain gets worse
bigger kids pick on smaller ones saying
“Go die loser!” “hahha Nerd!” “Eww”
or more harmful things to make us feel pain
but I believe those who hurt others have more pain
and they just need someone to love them
I want to be that person
I want to put aside their pain
to break down their walls
to put down their armor
Yes, everyone goes through pain
but some go through it every
and I want that to stop
No one should feel pain everyday…
Pain…is what makes people weak
and people who suffer day weaker
than most and i want to help
them be stronger..
Always remember….Someone out there loves you
You don’t have to be in pain everyday.

Chisholm Trail Middle School

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