Category: 07th

Music is an escape for me
i escape from Reality and into a Fantasy
where I feel like I have a Purpose
like I’m supposed to be there
i put in my Headphones and just Listen for hours
the Sound and the Rhythm make me melt inside
I Sing to the top of my lungs
and dance imaging I’m the only person in the world
i can’t help but Smile
the song ends but my happiness doesn’t end
I’m happy for a long time knowing that I can Escape whenever I want

Winter is ICE CREAM,

cold gushes of air, gives you a brain freeze.

The SNOW crunches beneath your feet, the CREAMY ICE crunching against your gums.

You look down at what’s in your mitten wrapped hands.

Houses made of gingerbread, topped with sprinkles and a cherry.

But the giant twirling spoon destroyed the houses, making them crumble underneath the CREAMY ICE.

Each step you take, impacts each bite. The houses were destroyed, gone, not even a single piece in sight.

The sun shined brightly, on a new morning day, the SNOW melted inside the cone, leaving CREAMY puddles alone.

But it all changed when you came to a stop. Scoops of more SNOW, gets put in your cone.

Added with more gingerbread houses, and a cherry on top.

The houses have been built, on this new morning day, and off you go with ICE CREAM in your hand,

Walking through a winter wonderland.

When I lived in Boston
There was snow and ice
I made an Igloo with my sister
Maybe once or twice

The wind was a breath of fresh air
Everything was perfect
The trees were oh so bare
Wearing all those layers was worth it

The hot tea warmed my hands
I was floating up above
I felt like the queen of all the lands
The dirt below, covered with snow
White like a dove

Winter was quiet
Winter was cold
But when I went outside
The sight certainly showed

This was the best place
To be during winter, by far
And the good times I had
Will forever be in my heart

The curtains gradually closed
And it got darker everyday
When they announced that we would be in quarantine
Quarantine is a translation to loneliness
I was a cloud separating from the sun
And the sky
Was gray
It was just more time
To overthink everything
The rain in the clouds got heavier and heavier
The isolation has made me
Laugh
Cry
And smile
All at the same time
Sometimes I can see the sun again
The sun takes me out of isolation

I step outside,
Feeling the cold wind slap my face.
Seconds later the sun warms the cold of my face
I feel the playful wind brush through my hair.
Though it is cold outside I can feel the sun’s powerful beams hit my skin,
It feels as if I have just crawled out of bed,
And into the cold world.
The wind surrounds me and lifts me higher than a bird,
I soar above the clouds,
And I feel like a fish out of water.

The STARS call out to me in an offering of friendship
and the night SKY engulfs me as i stare into it’s depths.
i dream of reaching them, i dream of living amongst them.

i long for the feeling of love that i don’t get with them,
my family that is. That is why i long to live with the STARS and the and feel the echoes of their love and friendship
all around me, that is why i reach towards the SKY’S depths

i long to not be alone anymore on this desolate planet where i am insignificant in the depths
of society. My family doesn’t know what a life all planned out to each minute of the day has done to them,
and what it has done to me. i long for compassion, kindness and friendship.

i know that one day i will accept the STAR’S offering of friendship and i will live amongst them in the SKY’S depths.

I am

The sugar in the cake
The gold medal in the race
The A+ on the test
The music’s rhythmic bass

The fragrance in the flower
The dreamer for the dream
The sun in the cold harsh winter
The cloth’s taut seam.

I am

The words in a thoughtful card
The mountain for your hike
The planner for your party
The bat for your strike.

Yes that’s accurate.
I am important, but so are you
So don’t leave me hanging,
And write a poem too!

Home, great

We’re stuck at home, great
We have to wear masks, great
We can’t go outside, great
We have to be six feet away from other people, great
Hand sanitizer, more like Anti-Rona juice

We’re stuck at home, great
Haven’t seen my friends in a while, great
Can’t really talk to them, great
School is online, great
Can’t see my family, great
Just, please wear a mask, that would be great.

home: a tiny arch in the wall of a house
this house belongs to a mouse!
the walls and floors of the bigger house belong to a man,
who owns every product made by ray-ban.

the man is very rich, obviously,
but the life of the mouse isn’t always filled with glee.

the mouse must be very quiet, you see,
because no one knows about him except for you and me.
as he scuttles soundlessly, softly along the smooth walls like a stealth mission spy,
he sniffs the air for pumpkin pie.

there! as he turns into the kitchen,
he comes face to face with a ginger-colored kitten!
he jumps onto the counter, and grabs a slice of pie.
as he sprints home, he chuckles, and says, “my, my!”

and this, you see is the life of a mouse,
who lives in a 4 sqft. house.
constantly on the run, in every biome,
always to come back home.

Who Am I you ask thinking aloud
what am i meant to be you look in the mirror
what if i don’t want to be different from the crowd
you think things not getting clearer
am i a boy or a girl my identity undefined
am i she or him on the who is really inside
why am i like this your thoughts intertwined
confused you stand there and carelessly quietly cried
who do i like boys, girls, all, none
you are confused with your feelings
is it wrong to like more than just one
you feel like telling others is just too revealing
so you will hide unable to share your emotions
forever drowning in your underhanded ocean.