Author: Sahana S

As a little ball
Sleeping with joy
Two grown ups
Hover over your face
As you take your first bite
As you wobble and fall
Babble to talk as it’s
A new baby language
A first for a ride
On wheels of wonder
A place where you have
Never been is in front
Of you with tons of
Knowledge to suck in
For a new journey
Is awaiting in a
Whole other year
New people waiting
To greet you
Fractions waiting to be learned
Life waiting to
Reveal itself
But best of all
More friends awaiting
You grow through the years
You cherish the good
Care for the bad
Make a new life
Start new love
Help the poor
And at the end
When you have learned
That will shift into a new journey
New pictures and memories to make
A whole new path to
Discover
Uncover
Recover
A new growing destiny

Packing a ton of stuff
Going to another place
Somewhere in the world
To someplace where
New experiences await you
Above gravity
Because you passed security
And landed to where
You will sleep for a time
And wake up to find
A medicine for hunger
So you can
Go on and go places
Where others have come
To see if the things
They heard or saw
Are true
Then to come back home
And shower up
For another day
Until it’s time to leave
Your relaxation
From vacation

She wants to have
Another.
Face,
Favorite,
Way of life.
But we tell her,
You
Are perfect
Just how you are.
We like your
Face,
Favorites,
Way of life.
Don´t change
Too much.
Be Unique.
Stand up,
And say,
I don’t want to be
Another.

It’s dripping on the floor,
now it’s coming out the door
the puddles growing larger
cleaning it is harder
it won’t stop coming
there’s something wrong with our plumbing
we better get swimming
our chance of being dry is slimming.
It’s going out the hall,
now mothers gonna bawl
All I have to say,
is never let your rubber ducky stand in the way
because now the tub is overflowing
now we best be going.

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Gorzycki Middle School

12

One little lie,
How small.
Each time,
You tell one
The tower of deceit
Grows a bit more tall,
“It wasn’t me”
You continue to fabricate
Each little secret.

You do not look back,
For fear of what you’d see.
You’ve tangled yourself
In a web of deceit,
That you don’t want to
Believe
Is there.

Too deep.
You are stuck
To its sticky filaments,
There is no
Untangling this.
But you try
Nonetheless.
Your fingers fumble,
Too knotted,
Too far gone.

The only escape
Is truth.
You must cut each string,
Each fraudulence,
With the scissors
Of honesty.
You must trace your steps backwards,
Sacrifice what you have,
For losing upon overdue truth
Is better
Than losing upon lies.

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McNeil High School

9

Walk across the aging bridge,
Over the stream of water,
Grass and stones tumbling over
The muddy soil.

Duck and dodge the mossy leaves
Hanging from the old tree,
Blending in to a pretty green,
Providing shade from the sun.

Watch the life above your sight,
Through the reflection,
Blocked off by the lily pads,
Stuck in the the glinting water.

Dip one toe,
See if it’s cold,
Just be bold!
Jump in the gentle waves.

Listen to the waves lap
Against the sides,
Linger in the water,
Underneath the bridge.

My memories are photographic
Never worded
Always seen
Containing glimpses of the past
coated in stardust and sunbeams

The cold and empty vessel still haunts me
not the belief that it scared me
but that I can still see it
Sunshine through the trees
on the baby beaches
Provide me with a photo of happiness
times never forgotten.

The photos I keep within are
who
I
Am

Sandy beaches
Hope
Stardust
Moonbeams
Fairy tales
Love
Family

They all stand vivid in my mind
never to share with anyone
except
you

I fill the air with colors
They smile wild and free
The world seems to shudder
At the thought of losing me

I am the rock to hold the ship to sea
A force too complex and ready
To color the world with melody
And keep the beat so steady

I am the way you say goodnight
Or how you wave hello
I am your mothers smile
Or a daisy doused in yellow

I can be forgotten
Tossed away and left
Or I can grow
And be kept and kept

I can speak the wind
Without a single sound
Yet I stretch all the world high
And back down into the ground

I surround the moon and stars
And love and laughter too
But the way I share myself
Is up to you

So, you, young boy or girl
Woman or man
Come roll around in the world so bright
And never truly understand

For when you realize who you are
Only then can you walk in your land

From coves of deep blue to blinding true light
This beach is now falling asleep
For the small girl will appear here tonight
And return to her cove, her home to keep
The sun will shine and the sky will be blue
Her heart will take flight and soar on the high
Salty winds that take her closer to you
When night falls she drifts off to a sweet land
Closes her eyes and smiles bright; for she knows
She will soon be on the beach with your hand
Holding hers and skipping, her face a rose
But now she sleeps under mother’s sweet face
And dreams and dreams and dreams of her true place.

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The Liberal Arts and Science Academy

9

She doesn’t cry because she doesn’t like wasting time
on pointless pleas for sentiments never shared
sympathies stolen
and things never given.

She remembers bits of words and lots of letters
the soft and wrinkled edges of notebook paper
Gentle curves between the lines
anxious turning…
Check the time.

When she writes, her eyes go blind and somehow
she feels lost.
In a place that is entirely her own
to share and to hide
I don’t think she minds.

But when she stops and breathes out slowly
Bites her lips and turns the pencil she’s holding
with nails that gnaw into skin
I am terrified.

She promises not to cry but
Nobody’s listening
Everything wants a say
and all their little voices and little faces
Make her so afraid.

The waves that build inside her eyes
make me think she isn’t blind.
Instead she must want to be
away

lost at sea.

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S. F. Austin High School

10