Category: 07th

Football
My name is Alex
I play football
Its something I love
The field is where I live

The smell of the turf
The cheering fans
I get goosebumps
From the drums in the band

Every friday
We play out there
Shutouts and blowouts
Wins and losses we share

The good teams
And the bad
The field
Guides you like another dad

Coaches help me
My brothers got my back
If one of us goes down
Another picks up the slack
Football

a feather thats worn out
a nerf ball thats been chewed
a mouse thats long overdue
half of a shoe string
a fuzzy ball that is no longer fuzzy
a unicorn stuffed animal
a feather attached to a rod
a laser pointer
potato with a lot of catnip
a glove thats the size of you
the beanie that is pom pom les now
meows that sound like chatter
thats my odd cat

Basketball is like a dance
A routine you never forget
Bam! Slam! Wam!
Sounds you hear from both worlds

The ball flies through the air
A dancer performing their best moves
The precision of each step
They each try to make their own perfectly perfect pirouette

The perfect perfection in both worlds
One mistake could cost you everything
But twirling and flying through the air
All your worries float away

Both activities people love to do and play
Either one is a great way to spend your day
Both will make you discover your inner self
The part you keep hidden away

I am FULL of seasons
Too much to hold in
The sun smiles down on me
The sun beating me
Once was fun, now replaced with none

As the leaves f , I lose brain cells
a
l
l
The time I have dreaded has been called upon
“Did I read my summer book?”,”I forgot my supplies!”
The leaves bunchup
I can’t hold on
The rake grasps on
But it is too late
The wind b l o w s
As I let go

From green to brown
Stress to laziness
Joyful to dull
Autumn has passed…

…Sorrow and melancholy
Hanging from the dead trees with frigid grips
Confusion swirls and mixes with the icy wind
Hide the sun
Unexpected

s
n
o
w
Carried unexpected tests and projects
The bird awaits
For a new year

Flowers sway and trees dance
My heartbeat pumps, boom-boom boom-boom
The sun lifts happiness
Green springs up
Like excitement
The advent of birds with their sweet chirps
The voice inside provokes my reality
Blankets of mosquito bites
The itch is always nagging
Waiting for the STAAR tests

Once these seasons are over
Appreciation takes control
But they may cycle,
cycle, cycle,
cycle,

I am full of seasons.

The Wind and the lead

The next to me friend.
Person sitting is indeed my

She gave bitsy piece lead
Me an itsy of

When I the air it was wind
Threw it in gone with the

But while wind
In the

lead
It

Itself straight friend
For my

So lead
I had to

my hand wind
Through the

To save friend
My

Crisis averted

“Hi, how are you today?”
“Don’t talk to me”
“Excuse Me?”
The hairdresser was
As mad as a bear.

The hairdresser sat
The customer down.
“What would you like today?”
“Just bleach my hair Idiot”.
“HEY, DON’T EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT”.

The customer rolls her eyes and says,
“ Your wearing a hat and sunglasses,
“What are you gonna do?”
The hairdresser takes off the hat and sunglasses.
The customer realizes, “OMG YOU WERE MY SCIENCE TEACHER,
MR. KAGAN”.
“And I thought I taught you well”.

We line up at the line of scrimmage staring into the other opposing wall’s eyes like lasers
HIKE yells the qb
we take off in an instant shooting past the line
find the rb
go in for the kill
boom a block from the back
a foul!
An attack!
But I get back up
find the target
finding the weak spot then boom!
He falls to the ground
play’s over then starts another round.
I am a beast that cannot be tamed
when I’m on fire i’m never the same,
a fake to the left
a fake to the right
but it doesn’t matter because he’s in my sight
like a 747
I take him down.
The field my motivation
fueling me like a station
4th down
end of the round.
Then see my parents smiling from the crowd!

I almost never HEAR THEM anymore,
No MORE CREAKING and shaking
No more slamming of my door,
Only vents shaking and my house quaking.
I never hear anymore “SHHHHH”,
I never hear THEY’RE BREATHING.
I never have the delusion of light streaming through my windows.
No more slowly closing the door and turning on the lights
Honestly….
I’m not sure if it’s really over,
Last night I felt very uneasy, sweat flowing down my spine.
Eyes darting back and forth, to the door, no the window, is HE there, IS he HERE?
Seeing lights not there but not here nor there, But always beckoning for me to OPEN THE WINDOW
I’m not sure if THE SCUTTLING UNDER MY BED IS REAL or not,
THEY ARE nowhere family is EVERYWHERE.
THEY AREN’T REAL at all,
IF I STOP BELIEVING IN THEM THEY CAN’t GET ME.
I’M not IN DANGER….
I’m not sure if the therapist believes me,
THEY ARE only INSIDE my house-imagination,
I’m sure They’re not breaking My door-mind,
All I’m sure of Is I’m Not-Safe,
No bad thoughts I’m only feeling uneasy.

The room is cold.
My head aches
From the slicked back bun.
But i’ve been ready for my whole life
To perform.

We walk onto stage,
Me and my team,
Into the pitch black darkness.
My bare feet against the smooth black floor.
I find my starting position.

My headache and goosebumps
Are soon replaced
With a rush of adrenaline
As I hear the song
And do the dance
I know so well.

My eyes burn
From the glow of the stage lights.
The music loudly beats
In my head.

As the song comes to an end
I hold my body still.
Hearing nothing but my own breath.
Then the crowd applauds
And the lights go out.

My soft foot steps
Carry me off the stage.
I run through backstage

And I hear the next song begin.

I love going to the ocean.
So much the sand feels so hot because of the sun
Splash I jump into the waves.

While I was getting up I got pushed down by the waves
It felt like somebody pushed me down I got up and I saw a jelly fish in the ocean.
I went to sit down in front of the sun.

I was sitting down for so long it felt like the sun
was on my back. I got up and ran into the waves.
Splash the water is so cold in the ocean.

Splash I here in the ocean because of the waves I can see the sunlight from the sun on the top of the salty water.