Month: December 2019

“Go Go Go”
“Run Run”
“Thanks coach”
“WhAt SHouLd wE cAll YoU”
“Coach K”
He wore a bright yellow collared shirt
and short brown wavy hair
“Game time” yelled coach
“Your the best baseball coach ever”
The little kids yelled
The kids got destroyed
Mr Kagen screamed
He ripped his shirt off
Everyone screamed and yelled
The next day he went back to being an
U
B
E
R
Driver.

Thor’s Baseball Game

If Thor played baseball,
He would win every time,
He would hit a home run
Over and over again.

The ball would go so fast
It would go over the fence
And around the world,
And over again.

All the kids would ask
“How are you so good?”
Thor would say
“I play every day.”

The kids all wondered
If they could be that good,
So they all practiced every day.

Anxiety

new friend
more attention
new rumours
new clothes
new life ahead
For her at least

squished
pushed
even ignored
anxiety grabbing
and back stabbing
me
Until I stop breathing

people believe her
don’t believe the truth
but believe her lies
All the time

Let it all out
They say
But it always comes back
Again another day

jokes she makes
are not funny
you must laugh
or else your fake

moving trucks
leaves already
friends sobbing
ring ring
phone calls
all the attention
on her
only

anxiety is like me
sad
depressing
And lonely.

Click, Click, Splash
My heals click, click down the hall
Although I should be at the ball
I pass out salty crackers
Most people compliment my dress
I start to pass out drinks
A lady in a calm yellow dress asks for coke
I go to get the coke
My heals click, click down the hall
I fill the cup with ice
I fill it with brown liquid
I slowly towards her
Smile and hand her a napkin
I pick up her drink
Hand it to her
I feel the floor start to shake
My stomache starts to ache
She spills it all over my dress
I begin to feel stressed
I ask for her name
Suzi, she replys with fame
She asks for my name
My name is cinderella I claim

Oh brother, your so bad
You’re the biggest drag
You like to play games
You’re favorite is tag
You aren’t the best at dressing
You dress like a rag

But you are still really funny
Your grammar is so funny it’s actually ugly
Even though you’re bad
You’re still the best
Little brother
…….
…….
…….
……
Kind of.

“Who is he?”
“Is he a new student?”
The new student says, “Hi I’m Jeremy, I am a new student at this school.”
Everyone starts laughing because he looks like an actual pine cone
They actually laugh so hard that most of their faces turn into a cherry
Jeremy quite frankly did not like this very much
But anyway, the class went on
From time to time he gets called names
And made fun of
And Jeremy still, does not like this very much
But anyway, now they are taking a test
But when the teacher was passing out Jeremy’s test
A fellow student ate his test!
And then poor Jeremy got a zero on his test afterwards.
But then something crazy happens
Another fellow student slapped Jeremy across the face!
Then Jeremy starts growling
But he growls quietly so nobody can hear him
But then it gets progressively louder, and louder to the point where the entire class could hear him!
And then Jeremy grabs the person who slapped him and grabs him by the neck
Then throws him out of the window!

The End

Dear society,

Did you notice you are
Hurting people?
Did you notice you
Starve people?
Did you notice you tell people to
Pull the trigger?
Did you notice that you drew a line between
Pretty and not?
Did you notice that even the
Sunshine
Has lost its brightness?

Do you notice the
Depression
You create?
Do you notice the
anxiety
You create?
Do you notice that you’re
As strong as
The world itself?

I don’t think you do

Sincerely, Avery

The sweet smell of grill smoke.
The crisp blue lake.
The red glazed ribs
And creamy soft heaven we call coleslaw.
And the soft white cream corn.
The splash of the water.
The smell of the sausage and brisket
So sweet and smoky
So crumbly and crisp .
The night sky flown over like a big black quilt.
The parade of colors.
The song of booms.
And the cold root beer.
The laughter and cheer.
Now i’m ready for next year.

I see nothing but
White
and icy flakes
going as fast as a rocket
down a vast vast hill

as I race down the long, lasting
Lively, hill i see objects
Wizz past me

I look down at my shaky legs
On the soft abundant powder
And the wind pushes me forward
Screaming at me

I’M GOING TO FAST I screamed
as I start to lose control
Just Turn! Said a familiar voice

Suddenly the world started
Spinning like I was in
A tornado
Then suddenly everything

Whent to a complete stop…

I had learned to ski