Author: avigailh

When pencil touches paper,
A new universe is made.
As pencil touches paper,
ideas may come later.
“But that can’t be true!” you could say.
But yet again, my words are true.
I create a story, even if it’s just a line.
Stories could be happy and even blue.
But all stories have one common thing,
They all must take a bit of time.
Big stories or little stories they all need some time.
Then again,
When pencil touches paper,
A universe is made.
And trust me,
I don’t lie.

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Boone Elementary

4th

There were some llamas
In the Bahamas
And they ate nothing but camas (beds)

Then they met a camel
That spoke Tamil
He was a young mammal

The camel died eventually
Because he was being a total sissy
And running from a lily (flower)

Then a guy
Said the llamas died
But he lied
So he had to say goodbye
To America

Then he moved to Japan
And bought a frying pan
also a ceiling fan
Then he banned
People from buying land
Then he got banned from Japan

A guy named Coda
Went into a coma
And woke up in Oklahoma

Then a really green lime
Said a rhyme
As soon as he did a bell chimed
Wait …. Did I see a mime?

My stanzas don’t match the plot
A whole lot
So let’s get a tater-tot
Or something (what am I doing)

Finally, something plot based
There was a really big race
And the llama tied his shoe-lace.

This is a total cliffhanger
But a really cool rapper
Got kidnapped by a kidnapper
And a weird ringmaster.

The llamas saved him
But didn´t enslave him
And possibly slayed him

Because they´re known to do that
With sewer rats
And certain types of bats.

The llamas weren’t dumb
And didn’t get numb
And they always chewed gum.

This is the end of this random poem.
I hope your dignity isn’t broken .
And I really want you to be able to focus.
Oh word of advice, don’t take tokens.

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Boone Elementary

4th

Toad, he sat by the road
playing games.
His ipad had a code;
it took a while to load.
He wrote an ode.
It was so good it glowed.
Then it snowed,
and ruined all his work.

Toad was walking down the side of the road when he saw a spade
there was also a guy with a blade
but this guy he made
his blade and Toad, decided to battle he got cut so he needed a healing aid.

He walked away hurt and thirsty he found a house with people that let him stay so he drank some lemonade
and had toast with marmalade.

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Boone Elementary

4th

I’m driving in the dark
headlights shattered
no glimpse of moonlight.
No line where shadow meets light,
where sadness meets hope.
The end’s too far to keep going
but the beginning’s off in the distance.
Light is but a memory.
Hope is but a loss.
The tunnel never stops going.
But the worst part,
is that I’m alone.

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Gorzycki

6

I like Burritos, I hate Cheetos
I like Spaghetti, I hate Confetti
I like Meatballs, I hate Cheeseballs
I like Sundays, I hate Mondays
I like cars, I hate bars
I like squids, I hate Lids

Cheetos, Confetti, Cheeseballs, Mondays, Bars and Lids, Mean nothing to me on my list.

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Boone Elementary

4th

The winter breeze
Sometimes I hate you
Get me under the weather, but sometimes I like you because you give me sweater. Swiveling through the air and tearing leaves leave sets in the air.
You have a specialty of making my skin soft,
And sometimes when it’s too cold to play outside,
I stay inside to have a warm cup of hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint.
You are the reason why I prayed under the Christmas tree every day,
and the day I got my first present,
The angel bear was there.
The day I forgot the day of her but she was gone.
I love all of the previous holidays coming up.
Christmas smells of hope coming around.
The winter breeze
and you only come here once a year
And I’m sorry that you’re gone,
but I was going to have you a special place in my heart.
And the reason why I wrote this because I love what matters.
The day I got my first gift when I was just so little
and the reason why I wrote this because you were the day I was born
in the winter breeze
Thank you so much for all the things you gave me and you got me where I need to go.

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Boone Elementary

4th

The abyss never ends.
It is just a deep dark hole.
Or could it be much more?
We’ll never know
what’s on the other side.

It could be a wasteland.
Barren and desolate
with nothing but sand.

It could be a paradise
where all wish to go,
It could be Heaven
for all I know.
I could read about it
In a book,
but I’ll never know
Until I take a look.

I could ask everyone in
the world.
No two answers would
be the same.
Then again no one would
understand my craving to know
what’s on the other side.

What do you think is on
the other side?
But is it really sane to think
there’s even an abyss at all?

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Boone Elementary

4th

Night is a void of darkness
as pure as the universe itself.
No one can see in that void of darkness,
and all that is heard is the soothing
hoot of an owl.

That is the Night
as the clock strikes 12
all the windows go out
like a deep empty abyss of nothing.

That is the Night
While chasing the blazing sun
the night is
creeping over the Earth
inch by inch waiting for sunfall.

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Boone Elementary

4th

Those pretty, blue eyes
bright like the cloudless sky
saying what words can’t tell
but pulling away as soon as she Fell.
That sweet, knowing smile
leaving a daze for the while
causing for her a dozen emotions
but creating her own tear-filled ocean.
So many things that she’d like to say
uncertainty keeping them all at bay.
Wishing she could simply spend her time
with the boy who failed to speak his Mind.

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Austin High School

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