Author: SamanthaJ

Ode to Whoppers

Oh, thy glorious whopper,
I am your desired shopper.

How you taste in my mouth is indescribable.
If you weren’t in my life, that would be horrible.
How you dance on my tongue makes my taste buds go crazy,
Eating you makes me want to be lazy.

Your loud crunch makes me shiver,
Sharing your delight makes you the giver.
When I place you in my mouth,
You sizzle and dissolve.
The taste of your sweetness will evolve.
When the taste is gone my feelings go south,
There is nothing but sadness in my mouth.
Oh, thy glorious whopper,
I cannot live without.

Gorzycki Middle School

6th grade

Space

Do you ever think about what’s out there?
All the stars and planets like,
Black Holes forming and stars dying like,
Infinite space and infinite flying like,
Being the only ones or not knowing who’s out there like,
Space will give you space because it’s infinite and growing like,
Oh my god time is infinite and present like,
It’s scary but it’s also so beautiful like,
The big bang is the theory that it started it all like,
All of these atoms and us were made out there like,
I’m standing here in this classroom when there’s something there like,
Space is so beautiful and so amazing like,
Ninety-nine point nine nine of it won’t get explored like,
It’s so big and so crazy like,
Where are we in this big universe like,
It’s infinitely big and it just stares at me like,
I will exist forever past mankind like,
A Mastermind, undefined, were combined and rare like,
All I ever think about is space and time like,
Do you ever think about what’s out there?

Battle of the Sexes

See I don’t need feminism because I enjoy walking down the street thinking about who’s trying to sweep me up
I don’t need feminism because holding my keys between my fingers in the parking garage like a prison shank is just for the fun of it
I don’t need feminism because “no” really means keep trying and it might sound like a “drunk yes”
See I don’t need feminism because something as surface as the fabric on my body deciphers my quality of character, right?
Yeah, I don’t need feminism

David Crockett High School

12

the world of feelings

the world of feelings has violence
the violence ends with silence
no flowers ever bloom
nothing but doom doom doom

but sometimes there is happiness
then there is no war or stress
there they wave their flag
pride fills the air, then there is no lag

then there is worry
with worry, everyone is in a hurry
people worry because because they could be late
they rush for their own sake

at last there is mystery
things that are lost in history
feelings have been free
they’ve been carried on like a bee .

Zombies, Fear, Cats and Pink

Zombies, fear, cats and pink.
Things I enjoy watching.
Zombies when Shaun plays video
games with his zombified friend.
Fear when Dipper gets possessed
by Bill and his sister must save him.
Cats when Garfield needs to
decide what to wear on Halloween.
Pink when Finn lays crying hugging
a wad of Princess Bubblegum’s hair.
Shaun of the Dead, Gravity Falls,
Garfield, Adventure Time.
Movies, Shows, Live Action, Cartoons.
That feeling when zombies seem
to come after me in a 3D movie.
That feeling in my stomach when
my favorite character gets captured.
That feeling when the protagonist
gets an adorable kitten as a gift.
That feeling when she walks into the
ball in the most beautiful pink dress.
That feeling when they all
come together in one poem.

Fetch

Back and forth, back and forth.
I throw, she catches, she brings back.
The toy flies. She hops up, tries to catch it.
She sometimes misses, or accidentally lays on it.
She runs. She gets caught.
One of my cats trip her or she gets caught in her collar.
Even when that happens, she still come back.
I hold up my hand. “Sit.” She does.
She sits before I throw it.
All my other pets look at her like she’s crazy.
Such a strange cat.

The Park

Sun beats down on cracked plastic as
a damsel cowers in her tower hiding from
the dragon both above and below
Spiders and frogs, molded not by time, living
attached to the slides’ shadows
Twisting, turning, tumbling down
the sidewalk
But as quick as a boom and a crack
it falls
Caution tape keeps away
those who play
It was never the same again