Author: William G.

You could offer me ice cream or brownies,
Or other treats meant for rookies.
But above all the cake and candy and cream,
I prefer freshly baked cookies.

“Why cookies?” you might ask.
Well I’ll have you see.
Unlike donuts or muffins,
They are very crispy.

From oatmeal raisin to chocolate chip,
From sugar to double fudge.
Bring me any kind of cookie,
And I won’t be a harsh judge.

Cookies are cheap, cookies are good,
Cookies are easy to make.
Ice cream is costly, candy tastes weird,
And cake is a hassle to bake.

I think by now I’ve made my point –
Cookies are the bomb!
Besides, I have to wrap this up,
For I can’t go without cookies for long.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Standing Tall by the fire,
pine needles dRift.
Lights, strEamers, and ornaments
hang from the bEautiful bending branches.
But most importantly of all,
the Christmas Star is looming in the sky,
Just like all those years ago.

Colorful presents resT and wait
until ChRistmas Day.
ChildrEn wait for the day like a lion,
ready to pouncE on its prey.

This is a very special time for everyone,
And right in the middle of it all,
is the great Christmas Tree.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

the place you hear w h i s p e r s behind you
the place where you know the answer yet you don’t raise your hand
of fear of being w r o n g
the place you write notes trying to keep up
but no matter what you c a n t
the place you have to write a poem
worried nobody will like it and j u d e you
the place where you finish your test feeling good
but when the teacher slips you back the test you flip it over while
disappointment swallows you
w
h
o
l
e

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

a river flows,
like emotions flow,
fast
slow
strong
weak.
It flows.
F
L
O
W
I
N
G down
or
F
L
O
W
I
N
G up
or
side
to
side.

pOW!
it hits a rock like it hits a heart.

sMASH!
it hits a tree like it hits a head.

leaving behind,
all but a trail of tears,
trying to catch up.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

I am nothing
I can’t succeed Everything I do
Ends up in catastrophe I fail them
Again and Again
They might be happier Without me
As I enter the building
I see nothing
I am lonely in an empty hallway Colorless
My locker creaks open
It is as empty has my life
No happiness within
And there she comes
Bringing the sun with her
Behind her the school starts to gain color Suddenly I’m in a hallway with people Laughing,Talking and Joking
They all stare at her wondering
How can someone be this happy?
She is the Angel
Dressed in all colors except black
Walking towards me she makes my day
Her smile is a disease that you pray you won’t catch It is impossible to get mad at her
And then she goes away

After she leaves for class
I see guns coming over
They all take aim and start firing Nerd,Jerk,Roasts and Jokes all about me I try to shield myself but it’s no use They win again
And that’s when she enters
Dressed in all black she walks slowly Her black eyes set on one target
Me and the bullies
The Red sea splits in front of her She carries her own sword and shield She is the Demon
She fight the guns
One by One
After she destroys them all She helps me up
Her eyes are calm
But her aura is dangerous She brushes the dust of me And leaves
The day goes on
And I wonder
Why?
Why do they help me
That Angel and Demon
I finally work up the courage To ask them Why?
And they say
That’s what friends are for
You are not who you think you are
And they are right
I’m not just a flimsy girl used as a distraction

I’m not just a target for guns I’m a queen
A queen who’s ruling a country They are both my friends
My sister in arms
They are the two sides of me
And I’m the balance between those two sides
I’m happy and kind
And I’m dangerous and merciless I’m good and evil
I’m cruel and nice
I’m the Angel
I’m the Demon
I’m both
I’m everything

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Walsh Middle School

6

My life is a rollercoaster,
up, down and twisted around.
I never have understood and I
never will inderstand why we call
Earth our
ONLY
happy place. Some people say we can only live on Earth but I believe we can
live anywhere if we try.
I’m shooken around not right and I wonder how
just how
we humans have gotten this far.
I wonder………

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

I’m uninspired
This room reeks of creativity gone stale

My eyes have glazed over
Like glass comatose breakable

Magazine clippings litter the floor
Fragmented memories of places I’ve been

Carefully cut with kid-scissors
God forbid I wrinkle such sacred memories

Of when smiling fit my lips
And rainy days meant dancing in puddles

A suitcase has
No purpose but to taunt me

To egg me on-
It’s waiting for me

“Where are you going? ”
“I see the light has lost you”

This room is cluttered
I really should clean it

To ward off the abstract implications
That cling to tangible objects

But for now my eyes droop
My posture wavers

And I return to the mattress that so trustingly
Holds my weight

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McCallum High School

11

I sit in bed.
Pondering.
Waiting
For my thoughts
To drift off
Into the silent
Night.

The phone rings,
“BRING”
So I answer.

“Is this the girl?
The girl in the
white dress?”
A middle aged
Lady asked.
“No,”
I respond.
“I think you have
The wrong number”
The lady hangs up
With a final sigh and
“Thank you”

I wonder back
To my empty
Bed.
I sit back in
The spot I was in
Before
The call.
I look down at
My nightgown.
An old dirty white
Contrasted against my
Dark brown skin.

I look back at the
Phone.
Wondering
If she wanted me,
But how could
A nice sounding
Lady
Like her be
Looking for
Someone
Poor
Like me?

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James Walsh Middle School

6

Posing all day
Some kind of model
Two long green arms at its side
One long body as it’s base

Hard to get rid of
Spread like wildfire
More and more until they-
Enclose you

Flowers bloom on these creatures
Accepting them as who they are on the inside

Protection from death or-
Death’s little helpers
Holds water
For the desert mouth

Appearances aren’t everything
For they deceive the eye

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

The world is shaking
Everything is

slipping
Hoping for helping or saving
Some people missing

It’s a sudden attack
You can’t move forward
Or go back
Everything is in disorder

It’s a cataclysm
Everything going crazy
Including geomagnetism
Everyone is hazy

It’s an Earthquake
There is no aid
Giving you a headache
And then the world gets REMADE

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Gorzycki Middle school

7