Author: Grace G

I’m Tired

I’m tired of going to bed and waking up at a certain time
I’m tired of going to school expecting to be happy
I’m tired of walking class to class in fear of being late
I’m tired of being told to be quiet when the others are being loud
I’m tired of being an introvert when others are having fun
I’m tired of being told that things I like are overrated
I’m tired of escaping school just to do homework
I’m tired of being told not to complain when I’m expressing feelings
I’m tired of saying no yet I’m tired of saying yes
I’m tired of sleeping if I’m just going to wake up
I’m tired of eating if I’m just going to be hungry
I’m tired of being scared of being denied but
I’m tired of not being scared of anything at all
I’m tired of being told to go away yet
I’m tired of being told to stay

Middle School

Pencils gliding across papers like figure skaters,
children chattering to one another as the crisp air whirls around the room.

Munching and crunching on food in the cafeteria boys and girls babbling on about the day as their conversations echo throughout the room as if they were in a cave

The bell rings and we all jump for joy
The day has ended and now we get to go to our cozy, little homes.

Wishes

I used to watch my sister do makeup
Now I do it
I used to want to go to school
Now I want to stay home
I used to want to grow up
Now I want to be younger
I used to have lots of energy
Now I’m always tired
I used to watch YouTube kids
Now I watch TikTok
I used to hate perfume
Now I use it nearly every day
I used to want a lot of best friends
Now I only want one
I used to love music
I still do
I used to Hate the dark
Now I love it
I love fruits like kiwi
It’s sweet and tangy
That’s what I want a friendship to be like
Sweet and tangy.

Where I’m From

Where I’m From
My name is Aaron.
I’m from gaming and sports.
I’m from math and science.
I’m from wood floors and marble counter tops.
I’m from the palm tree that shades the pool.
I’m from football and baseball.
I’m from Kansas City teams and cookie cakes. I’m from Tom and Shannon.
I’m from tacos and noodles.
I’m from the worn couch on the patio.

WHERE I’M FROM

I am from the bats and balls in my garage.
From the baseball store in Oak Hill.
I am from a big house made of wood and brick.
Which the plot of land it sits on is tilted.
I am from my Wii and Xbox One.
Which came from the gaming store.
I am from my great great grandpa one of the German fleet admirals in World War One.
From the cake that was made by my grandma.
I am from my family.

Where I am from

Where I am from
By Savannah Ladd

I am from the big plants in every room the big windows that blind you with light and slobbery dogs that beg for pets I am from the bright white home with black furniture I am from the big snake plants in the front entrance and the 500-year-old oak trees in the backyard whos long limbs shade us from the scorching Texas sun I am from church every Sunday and family dinners nightly from steve and Marisa from the summer vacations where all you can hear is laughter I am from From the smell of burgers and steak fresh off the grill
I am from the weekly Longhorn games from the long drives and flights to see family from long bike rides I am from an amazing family.

Where I’m From

I’m from Austin, Texas.
I’m from tv remotes and books
From the tall bricked house
With a flowery scent
I’m from the roses and sunflowers on the table
The season themed candles that always had an
Amazingly strong scent
I’m from the cul-de-sac in front of my house where I used to play basketball and tag as a kid

I’m from candy cane bread and Catan
From my grandparents and step-grandparents
I’m from divorce, addiction, and anger
I’m from Bob Marley songs
From the tired old blue record player we would dance to every night
Singing old 80’s songs

I’m from Marvel and Harry Potter movies
From the disgusting and smelly Disneyland hotel
That my sister thought was magical and perfect
I’m from lake trips at seven in the morning
From 15 hour road trips with my entire family crammed in a car like an overpacked suitcase
I’m from Austin, Texas.

The Number Two

The number two.
For most people it’s just an ordinary number.
A number that doesn’t feel quite right.
Most people would want a three.
Three things on your to do list,
three bullet points.

But a two is much more.
You think about a one,
when you think about a two
The one person you can always rely on,
like the way you can rely on a two.

Two, just feels right.
As good as right can be.
It’s not just a number you can like,
It’s a number you can feel.