Category: 07th

There was a pickup game at 5
In Romper Applegate’s front drive
Applegate was muscular and tall
I knew my only chance was gonna be with the ball
First play of the game dribble dribble shot
The ball went through the middle of the pot
Then Romper got the ball and posted me up
He shot and it went through the middle of the cup
His mom came outside and said he had to go eat
It was not gonna be me who was gonna be beat
I made a crossover and he took the bait
He just risked his own fate
I took the j u m p e r
My eyes met with Romper’s
We both know I made the basket
And I laid him in the casket
He was as frozen as a garden gnome
So I just decided to hop on my bike and go home

Mommy said there was a “Big” president.
I looked at the TV
where the white house was.
I saw a giant scaly leg,
It was green,
And it looked burnt.

I asked mommy who this was.
She said they call him
MR.BIG,
Cause he is very very
VERY BIG!

I looked back at the TV
and I saw screaming people
that looked scared
as my mom when she broke her nail.
I see a glowing blue tail
With spikes on it.

I hear a deafening roar,
the fire opens its eyes.
Then the screen goes
black.

Crying is the o e n.
c a

The deeper you go the darker it gets.
But you could also drown

-Vast and Wide-
D
O
W
N
here do questions get answers?

Wondering is flying.

How high can you go?
Until you can’t survive
Too much to think about.

AM . I . OK?

The storm is my mind.
Endless, Confusing
Chaos.

The sun is warm and yellow,
Bright and full of joy

Then the night comes-
And the light goes away-
seen again-
But not until the morning.

For when the sun hides behind
That
Dark
Wall, Whispering sh. sh. Sh.
And you are left there wondering,
why do I feel as lonely as the sea?

And then you squint into that light,
For it is seen again!
your heart opens up with the key you almost threw away.

For when the sun hides behind
That
Dark
Wall
Again,
but this time you know you are going to be okay!

These Stones
may break bones
I may break down
when I go to my town
These ain’t my zones
I weave between cones
I got to the dirt
I messed up my shirt
I really messed up
Now I gotta go cleanup

My mom’s disappointed
I was alerted
when she found out
just a full blown knockout
My dad didn’t really care
just sitting in his armchair
My brothers were running wild
BBBBAAASSSHHHH!!!!
They looked at me and became mild
SSSSHHHH!!!!

Eventually I was forgiven
I’ll never forget the chance I was given

These stones
broke my bones
but my bones mended
Now this Story has ENDED

My fingers zoomed across cube

Solving it is easy
you just do it in steps.
Cross, F2L, OLL, PLL
Dozens of algorithms stored in my head
which I decide which is best to use.

Solving it is easy.
Solving it fast, on the other hand
is not.
Months, even years, of practice
is required to make sub-10.

My fingers turn the cube
over and over again.
Eventually, I finished.
“3.474”
I beat the record by a fraction of a second.

Solving the cube is easy.
Beating a world record, is not.

Crying and grieving
When shadows occur.
Which is quite deceiving
When everything happens in a blur.

She heads out
Wishing I had said bye.
I could’ve given a SHOUT but,
Now I am left to cry.

Grieving is like a virus
That leaves aching pain
It sticks and stays in the gyrus
That keeps us from being humane.

Months have past and we don’t mourn her
But I can still feel her, in the corner.

Bright lights
Dark nights
On a pullout
I can hear the dogs shout
Walking around
Cars and honking makes me frown

On a boat
I excited as ever
I’ll see the Statue of Liberty
Her copper greenish color
Puts sparkles in my eyes
The torch was so high like the skyscraper

Like a misty fog the memory
Starts to fade as I grow old
I still visit New York but I
Will never forget that
Statue

There sat a helpless little boat
on a
w v
a y

sea of emotions

l o s t

can’t find its way back to the shore
the ocean is not welcoming in the slightest
a dark sheet of clouds block off any ray of sunlight
any hope
gone
a giant wall of monstrous waves
filled with anger
sadness
fear
they

g r o w

and

G R O W

to much for the little boat to handle
the Monstrous waves

w
a
s
h

over the boat
the boat doesn’t fight
it gives in
to the powerful waves
leaving the boat
to

s

i

n

k

into the cold, dark,
depths of the sea
never to be seen again

my eyes open
crusty and dry
I look out my window
the shore is close
the waves are calm
the sun shines in the sky

hope

Skiing is fun
snowboarding is boring
The lift is long and boring
I am impatient weighting for my brother to catch up
I see snow
I feel snow
I smell trees
I taste hot chocolate
I go to the pool after a long day
I miss my dog
The snow is bright
I like to ski.