Author: Clay M.

Tree

I sway in the wind,
Pray to the air,
Gleaming in the sun,
Beautiful as a cloud,
I stand.
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,
The tree.

Bryker Woods Elementary

5

Just to Feel

At some point in life
You realise your place
In a world so big
What will you ever really do?
So there you are
Sitting numb at the thought
You want to feel
Feel like you’re making a difference
Like you mean something
Like you deserve a spot on this crazy world
that we call home
Now you feel sad
You felt inspired for a mere moment
Thinking you could make a difference
But now you know
You never will
So now you’re sad
Wishing you could be that underdog on TV
Showing the world you really can
But now you’re frustrated
Feeling useless as you realise your size
What will you do?
What can you do?
Nothing
That’s the worst part of it
You know you won’t try
Because no matter the thoughts
There are others saying no
Saying stop, go back, don’t try
There you are
Not doing anything
Because a thought said no
You told yourself no
When all you wanna hear is yes
But how can this internal war happen
How could you contradict yourself?
You feel numb
Such a rush of emotions
leaves you empty of any others
So now you desire
To feel something
Anything
After awhile you don’t just desire
You are desperate
And we all know desperate animals lash out
But how can you lash out
If you are being cornered by your own mind?
You lash out in the only way you know how
You take what is inside and you yank it out
You purge, you bleed, you cry
You try everything too feel again
Even if it is a bad feeling
It’s a feeling
Now you are stuck
If you take this new feeling too far
You end up hurting more than you wanted to
You want to jump, drown, sleep
But you want to feel the finale
But you also want to feel tomorrow
You want to jump, but walk away
You want to drown, but swim to shore
You want to sleep, but wake up
With the hope of feeling the next day
Feeling something
Feeling anything

Garza High School

12

I love you

I love you
I love you to the moon and back
You are like that night when the wind blew
Dark but beautiful, you hit the window with a thwack!
Then everything was blue

The sun shining I open my eyes
Thinking about you
As I lay in bed I think about the cries
I herd from the wind when it blew

I love you
I LOVE YOU

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Broken Records

“I will be the best”
she tells everyone
But is it true?
Like a broken record
Her anxious response
“You’ll never be that good”
She lives with the darkness
In her very own head
“You’ll never be good enough”
“You’ll never succeed”
“You have to work for what you want”
Her mother always says

But like a broken record
The darkness returns

Until the day
She finally succeeds
The darkness will continue lurking

Life will NEVER be kind
And the anxiety in her head
Are broken records
That will never be fixed

Gorzycki Middle school

7

Coral

In the lukewarm ocean
Past the kelp forests
A huge beast lies,
Home to many

The final refuge to many a creature
The beast’s colorful scales shelter the small

A thriving community takes place in its fins
And its brightly colored tail

But
It is slowly dying
Turning ghostly white
When it dies
Many will perish

Fate may be inevitable
But we can help
Slow the dying and make new homes
For the creatures living inside the gentle beast of
Coral

Walsh Middle School

6

Video Games

Video games are a pastime for me.
I almost play 7 hours a day.
My parents say i’m obsessed.

Everyone doesn’t understand what they mean to me.
But i’m definitely not obsessed.
And i can go without them for a day.

Video Games don’t make people obsessed.
It’s the feeling of playing with your friends for most of the day.
Once you get used to it, it’s fun for you and me.

Video Games are a way of life for me
You can say we’re obsessed.
But its a community of people that have fun all day.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

I can

YOU CAN’T!
I heard that a million times.
It’s just a fly buzzing in my ear.
As if i’m just a used plastic bag that amounts to nothing.
I’ll prove them wrong.
I can do the same things they can, even better.
Tomorrow will come,
I’ll rise up.
I’ll be like Jeff Bezos.
I am capable.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Christmas

Christmas,
Christmas,
What a wonderful time.
Yes, this poem is going to rhyme.
It is intriguing,
Just like breathing.

Christmas is great
It is a time for no hate.

It is peaceful and chill , like a tree growing.
It goes by so fast without any of us knowing.

Christmas is very fun.
Even though it is cold but you can see the sun.

The presents, stockings and trees,
The thing we don’t like is the allergies.
It is a star shining bright
With all of it’s might.

This only happens every year,
With all the laughing and good cheer.

Gorzycki Middle School

7