Category: 07th

Fast and high
slow and low
on the beach,
or at home.
you will find it anywhere,
but if you chase it.
You’ll never find it.

The cold breeze of peace
An aurora as bright as the sun
The glimmering of the lake

How the birds chirp on the lake
And the sleepy sun
Wakes up in peace

But it was all a dream, the sun
Blazing and the chemicals burning the lake
Pollution. Loss of peace.

Find peace. Salvage our sun. Love our lake.

What do you do,
When you encounter nature?

Do you admire it,
Respect it,
Stop to appreciate its wild beauty?

Do you at least leave it in peace,
Step around it,
Instead of trampling it,
That dainty flower in a world of gray?

Or do you cage it,
Trap it,
Confine it to walls, floors, roofs?

Do you snip the vines,
Chop the trees,
Use innocent nature for your own comfort,
Though it did no such thing to you?

Could you?

My legs hanging from the rim
I force myself up from my bed
Did it last?
Just like you said

I don’t welcome the memories of you
Your warm smile, or true eyes.
Only what you left me with
Dark cold feelings, filled with cries

Your calloused hands against mine,
I miss the days we spent together
You in my arms, long hair waving goodbye
You were my rock, and I was your tether.

I don’t beg for pity, or anger, or sadness.
But for you, just once more
In my arms, showing me warmth
Don’t let this battle turn into a war.

I love you
Is it too much to ask?
For just a little more back?
I love you I say, but you wear a mask.

I walk down the hall, back to my kitchen.
Filled with only you, why?
I have to get out of my head.
Why can’t I just die?

For you,
I thrive and oblige,
My one love,
You keep me trapped forever in siege

I run out the door
Running for what?
Feelings, romance?
Just give me a chance?

Down the street,
Down the next ally
When will I see you
Kiss you shall I

Just take me in your arms
I beg
Please, once more
I love you. Meg

The blue sky protects
It protects us all from the inky black beyond
The black that threatens to swallow us all
The black that goes on forever
The black is scary
But the blue is not

A child’s baby blue balloon tugs at the child
Wanting to take the child to a world of wonder
Of possibilities
But the child lets go
They don’t want to leave the safe comfort of home

You can see the blue in someone sometimes
Sometimes it’s in their face, body, or heart
Everybody feels blue at times
Although not everybody knows when they do
All you can do, is help share the blue with them, so you understand

Sometimes feeling blue isn’t a sad or bad thing
For some people, the blue is where they go to think
It holds them close
And tells them it’s going to be alright
Even if it takes time
Which it always will

When you touch blue, you can feel many things
You may feel cold or uncomfortable
I always feel anchored and content
It feels silky, and soft
It flows between my fingers, pouring out of my hand

Blue is very consuming
Very controlling
It can feel like you’re sinking
And never getting out

But it can be peaceful and caring too
Wanting to heal
Not hurt

It can be helpful and relieving
It can be emotional or blank
Either way blue will always be there for you
Waiting
Welcoming

Wooden shelves
On rough carpet
Warm
Because I’ve been sitting on it
Between the aisles
With my head hunched
Over my book

Time passes to the sound of turning pages
Soft, occasional, footsteps
And the falling of rain outside

I am surrounded
By the books
Sleeping on their shelves
Their everlasting slumber uninterrupted
Until someone picks them up
Opens them
And unleashes the world inside

Like them
I am separate from the rest of the world
Unaware of my surroundings
Floating
In the world of my book
Until I hear a voice calling my name
“It’s time to go”
Sighing, I pack my book
Until next time

Open the pages
Now lost in this world
How I could stay here for ages
Fiction and reality twirled

Dancing with dragons
Swinging from vines
Riding in wagons
And uncovering lies

Mysteries with nancy
And demigod percy
Cake and tea fancy
Please have some mercy

I open a book
And suddenly I’m hooked.

Autumn leaves falling, a chilly breeze.
22, the day I was born.
No siblings: only kid at home.
Family always over: spending time together.

Started volleyball at 6 years old.
Wasn’t good at first: practiced a lot .
First the YMCA, then made regional .

Elementary school brought some new friendships.
Some to last, some to leave.
Some are my best friends today.
Graduated elementary: on to middle school.

Weekends always full, no more freetime.
School fills the weekdays, getting busy.
What will people think of me?

The world around me moving fast.
Time doesn’t wait just for you.

Where I’m from by: Hazel Grace

I’m from the hospital.
The oxygen tank I bring with me everywhere.
The stares I get wherever I go.
From the worried looks on my parent’s faces whenever I’m upset.

I’m from the cancer support group.
From the thought I could die at any moment.
I am from Augustus words.
“That’s the thing about pain it demands to be felt”

I’m from the “Ok” being our “Forever”
The book I showed him the day we met.
When I traveled to Amsterdam and when we ate at Orangee.
I am from stale cookies and fake smiles.

Im from the happiness I feel in my heart
The adrenaline going through my body.
I’m from a roller coaster of emotions
From Issac’s bad jokes

I am from protectiveness and comfort
I am far from freedom
From my heartbroken heart when you had to leave me.
I’m from my experiences

The world shall end
without any warning
The world shall end
in a blink of an eye.
The sky will crash
onto this world
and obliterate
the anger
hatred
jealousy
sadness
worry.

The world shall end
and be reborn again
into a new beginning.
A world with
peace
love
joyfulness
happiness
wonder.

The world shall soon change
into a world with laughter
and tears.
A world with
anger
and forgiveness.

A world
full,
of hope.