Category: 07th

Home is where your dog wraps it’s warm pillow of fur into it’s bed that is over priced.
It’s where you get all the warm feelings when the holidays come around,
When you try those new drinks, that have a lot of spice.

It is when you have to stay at home instead of school because of the rain,
Then when you hear the thunder outside go BOOM!
That’s when your siblings start to complain.

Home is when the family comes for dinners and celebrations,
You made that special treat that everyone loves
They then talk about it for many generations.

Lastly home is where love and family stays
Where new members and pets come in,
But it’s that one special place… where you’ve been raised.

a
leaf
it Falls
Falls, Falls
Falls, down,
slowly it drifts,
away from the top,
all the way to the grass,
wisping, whirling through the
air, with its friends, the leaf lands,
Crumbling, Dissolving, Mixing with the dirt
Adding nutrients
to the soil, for
the next sapling

In my home is my room
My room is in my home
My projector projecting the sky
And hearing cars go by
My photowall with all my friends
Candles burning through the air
Pillows against my crazy hair
I hide under my covers
My phone singing my favorite songs
Clothes all on my floor
Should i open the door

The pandemic is a plastic bubble,
It keeps you trapped inside
Away from your loved ones,
Away from your social life,
It takes your life away
One piece at a time,
It takes every little motivation away from you,
The days makes you feel like you’re falling
and never going to land,
When will it end?

to me Home is a city
Home to you could be a house or a person
it’s different for everyone
but austin is where i feel like Home

the skyscrapers towering over you as you walk around downtown
or walking alongside ladybird lake
watching the bats fly up from under the bridge at night
Is Home

and when i leave austin i feel Home sick
the feeling of being Home sick
Is like when you haven’t slept in a few days
You just don’t feel the same

And then you come back and everything is perfect again

Friendships are like a glass,
Take care of them and they’ll last forever.
Break them, and it can be impossible to put them back together.
Friendships are like plants,
Water them and soil them and give them love,
And they’ll last,
For a while…
Truth be told some only last as long as that mac’n cheese in your fridge,
But some last as long as a family heirloom.
It’s your decision, or it’s not.
Learn to love, but also to let go.
Hang on to the best ones like you hung onto the monkey bars.
You can be stubborn, but not picky.
Because once they’re gone,
They’re not back in the picture for a while,
Or ever again.
Friendships are like a bicycle,
Once you’re up, you’re up for life.
Riding straight onto a clear path,
Well that’s what you’ll think.
You’ll hit problems along the way, like those annoying rocks, twigs, and bumps on the street.
But once you’re over them, they’re behind you.
You can repair them if the damage isn’t bad.
But if you wreck them they really can’t be fixed.
Years and years of love and loyalty washed away from one mistake,
Or two or three…..
Don’t make that mistake.
Hold on.
Tightly.
Think in the moment.
Cherish your time.
Like it’s all you’ll ever have.
For soon there will be none.
None of what you may ask?
Well.
You’ll see.

I thought 2020 would be a different year.
Thought the sun would smile down on us
Thought I would be outside everyday
Thought I would be able to see family
Thought I would be in school,
Where I would be in the bandroom
Playing my heart out.
Where I would be hanging out with friends,
Talking about sports and videogames.
Where I would play football for Gorzycki
Doing what I love.

But I’ve been stuck inside,
Feeling like a prisoner in my own home.
Nowhere to go,
Nothing to see
We all feel it.

But maybe 2021 will be the year of change
The year everything gets better
The year that re-activates our hearts
So we can feel better again.

Home, different for every individual,
but a place for anyone to feel safe,
like a turtle in its shell.

Home is not a perfect place, so you don’t have to feel perfect.
Home is a place where you can show your flaws.
Home is a place to not worry about what people think.

It has squirrels rummaging in and out of the roof,
Claws screech above the ceiling, and makes everyone cringe
But there’s no place like home.

Dogs shed in every nook, cranny, and corner of the house.
A huge white fluff ball, like a polar bear, one old laid back hippey, and an agile, black fox like dog.
There is no place like home.

home has scars and scratches that hold old memories of stressful times
bumps and bruises scatter the walls, times of pain haunt every room
but remind us of what has been overcome, there is no place like home

Home will forever be imperfect
It hold times of good and bad, ups and downs
There is no place like home.

you will never miss anyone as much as the sun and moon miss each other.
they chase each other through the sky, only to see the other once before passing.
only a small hello or goodbye is all worth the wait.
the sun cannot live without the moon, just like the moon cannot live without the sun.
we will never understand how they feel until we truly experience it for ourselves.
to the sun the moon is so beautiful, glowing bright in the sky.
although people may be afraid of the darkness, we will always know that the sun will be right behind, always following.
to the moon the sun is like air when there is no oxygen. without the sun there is no moon.
when the sun rises we know it’s a new day full of new beginnings.
one day they will walk hand and hand across the sky and we will admire them.
the Sun and the Moon.

you will never miss anyone as much as the sun and moon miss each other.
they chase each other through the sky, only to see the other once before passing.
only a small hello or goodbye is all worth the wait.
the sun cannot live without the moon, just like the moon cannot live without the sun.
we will never understand how they feel until we truly experience it for ourselves.
to the sun the moon is so beautiful, glowing bright in the sky.
although people may be afraid of the darkness, we will always know that the sun will be right behind, always following.
to the moon the sun is like air when there is no oxygen. without the sun there is no moon.
when the sun rises we know it’s a new day full of new beginnings.
one day they will walk hand and hand across the sky and we will admire them.
the Sun and the Moon.