Month: April 2024

Outside not a care in the world.
The hot summer air
The cool strawberry popsicles.
Barbies and more
Stuffed animals galore
Playing and playing nothing but fun
Nothing else matters as long as I’m here.
I wish to be 7 forever sadly wishes don’t come true,
Still, I wish to be 7 and happy again.

Colors, colors are all around us dark and light
Colors are all around us Beautiful and bright

All kinds of colors have different meanings
Like black the color of the dark night
Or like hot pink which makes your eyes feel bright
Or Cyan the color “that color that “nobody” can see”

Colors are used everywhere from advertisements to clothes
Or even your pen that is used for your notes
I like colors, my favorite is green
The color of nature the grass the lakes

I also like Yellow
The color of the dandelions and the daisies
That float swiftly through the fresh blue skies

Colors can also change your mood
Make you happy or sad
Make you mad or glad
I am grateful for colors we look at them every day
You should value colors in your own perfect way.

I love crepes so much
They are the taste of my life
Will never get old

My Mimi, quite the cook,
My Mimi loves reading books,
My Mimi is sweet,
My Mimi makes the best treats,
My Mimi hates pests,
But My Mimi loves pets,

My Mimi never moody,
My Mimi quite the beauty,
My Mimi never cold,
My Mimi her heart made of gold,
My Mimi super hardworking,
My Mimi always Smirking,
My Mimi the best Mimi

Silent Smoke

By. Sarah Yule

The street lights dimly light up the alley.
The music from in the venue slowly begins to die down,
The next band will be going on soon.

She stumbles her way outside to the ally, admiring the light
sprinkling hit the ground, and the dim lights reflected off it.
A sign reflects brightly catching her attention.
“No Smoking”
She doesnt pay it much mind.

After a deep sigh she leans her head against the
cold brick wall.
She flicks the top off and takes out a cigarette, as she goes
to light it her lighter begins to falter but in the end it gives in.

She takes a few inhales letting the warmth fill her throat and lungs.
Flicking off ash here and there.
She feels slight burn sensations as the ashes hit the spaces between
her fishnets.
She minds her own and enjoys the quiet night sky.

A door swings open, which startles her.
She drops her cigarette.
A man stumbles out of the door and down the small concrete stairs.
He reeks of alcohol, the scent following him as he proceeds.

Stumbling to the alley he notices her,
he notices her small posture.
Intrigued he approaches her, which startles her more.
The once peaceful night with the dim lighting and sprinkling rain,
becomes an uncomfortable atmosphere.

She begins to walk away from the man, but he
goes for her wrist and takes hold.
He’s a big guy, the alcohol doesn’t help.

She stays quiet if she screams it’ll anger him.
Wishing to anything she could think of for this to end soon.
The ground was cold, she shivers as the sprinkle turns to rain.
She reaches for her small black dress, which is now soaked and
covered in gravel.

She covers herself and leaves the show, not wanting to stay
and see him again in the crowd as the next band begins.
Her fishnets hang on the rigid street pole, nails sticking out
every which way.
They’re soaked and torn.

Leaves fall flowers rot.
Skies grey, days short, yellow leafs
The Fall awakens.

White snow, a fragment
Crystals flutter an icy end
Fleeting warmth no end

Infinite blue sky
Endless bliss in warm fields happy
in heaven content

Rain pours ebb and flow
Flowers bloom tree leaves green healthy
Spring of mourning starts.

So much can be told
From a warm summer sky
What has it seen?
That vast expanse of sunlight and cloud.
Where has it been?

As I strode along the pier,
I stared that sky down.
Tell me your secrets!
The ones that lay just along your horizon,
The ones that slyly sneak away
as the sun begins to set.

It was 6:00 o’clock in the afternoon.
The time to wind down began soon.
But the summer sky knew.
Staring down the bustling city,
Still brimming with life,
She knew.

And so did I.
We shall meet again,
Summer sky
On a day quite like this.

But for now,
I must return home.

So much can be told
From a warm summer sky
What has it seen?
That vast expanse of sunlight and cloud.
Where has it been?

As I strode along the pier,
I stared that sky down.

Tell me your secrets!

The ones that lay just along your horizon,
The ones that slyly sneak away
as the sun begins to set.

It was six o’clock in the afternoon.
The time to wind down began soon.
But the summer sky knew.
As she stared down the bustling city,
Still brimming with life,
She knew.

And so did I.
We shall meet again,
Summer sky
On a day quite like this.

But for now,
I must return home.

I sacrifice my time
To engage in benign
Conversation in the morning

My sister and mom
Sing and dance the same song
I smile and brew my coffee

Their presence I cling to
Because they know and I do
That these moments will someday end

Our tears will fall heavy
My hands are steady
As I hold my sister close

I sit in my room
distant and doomed
To feel like this forever

I’m juggling swords of doom.

Swords of doom implies that it’s more than just swords
which is already a lot to juggle in itself
but somehow it’s worse so instead
I’m juggling swords of doom.
Doom is defined as death and destruction
but maybe that’s not really the right way to describe it
because when you juggle “doom” as an idea,
well, symbolically, that implies you are doomed while juggling
but the doom only occurs when you slip
and drop the swords,
so in that case
I’m juggling swords of life.
The problem with this is juggling swords of life implies
that the swords are what is keeping me from death,
“doom”, and yet they are causing me the inevitable “doom” in the first place.
But maybe from the way “life” makes me feel like I’m juggling swords of “doom”,

I’m just juggling swords of everything.