Category: 07th

The golden strands are prickly
The spotted fur is soft

The goat is mighty sullen
I like my horse a lot

The swing can go quite high
And when my energy is low,

I jump on, grab hold
and let the swing go

I walk under hot blazes of light
As my red hair tumbles, burns bright

And when I ride
I’m not alone

Teddy, my horse
is with me

The wind blows between my hair, and
I’m riding pretty swiftly

Except that he’s just walking
We’re going around the ring

But I don’t mind, I suppose
I love my company!

And the cats, ever so beautiful
They hid from me at first

But really, they just shouldn’t
I’ve known them since weeks after their birth!

I pick one up, on my lap he goes
He’s soft and very young

I sit on the porch swing that isn’t mine
and watch the little kids play and cry

It feels like all day, I always think
It feels I’ve been here so long

And later, it’s finally time to go home
Until next time, farm I rome

And horses I have known since young
Plus roosters and their evening drum

Goodbye cats who meow and hide
Goodbye farm dog who runs behind

Goodbye funny guy who calls me
“Jillington!”

Goodbye little boy who wrestles with his friend
Goodbye nice person who’s friends with Kim

Goodbye dirty goats
And waddling ducks

Goodbye captured lizard…
and good luck

Goodbye old farm friend of mine
My heart is yours, and yours mine

I’ll be back

A should be anything
A poem should be free
A poem should be you
A poem should be me
A poem is outside the lines
A poem is outside the box
A poem is throughout the world
gathering our thoughts

World against one
Take your time

But don’t take too long
They’re moving on

Now it’s time
You’re rushing
Almost ripped the pages
and sat there for ages

Get in the car
Drive south

Don’t know where you’re going
Sometimes, it’s okay not knowing

But don’t go too fast
and don’t go too slow
There’s so much you know
and do not know

So turn around
Drive upside down
and reach the other side
The circle’s big, and you, too small

There’s just nowhere to hide
in this world against one

I am a writer,
a dancer, a fighter
I lift people up with my heart
and not just my pencil

I jump through hoops of happiness
and juggle bricks of sadness
Some days,
on those days

It happens
But I write about it
Dance about it
Fight about it

Because that’s who I am
I am a writer,
a dancer, a fighter
I lift people up with my heart

and not just my dancing
I toss bricks of emotions on paper
And spin hula hoops made of sand around possibilities
until I get there, until I make a five year long goal

come true
I listen to people reading their stories
and I put their voices together, plus mine
to make one

Turn,brake,go that is all
that goes through
my head over and over at
this point we must be in
Australia.
Nope 5 hours in only 20 hours
left my sister
doing homework my brother
Yelling at his screen, I can’t wait
to sleep in this car.

Night comes the moment I dreaded
the car clock ticks 1:00 I hear the click my dad
says I have to put my phone away. I have no

room no blanket no pillow all I have is a
chair. I unbuckle get on the
ground and sleep but then my dad sees
me on the ground he says boy
get off that ground.
I’m trying to sleep but then again turn,brake,go
Then again turn,brake,go
New mexico Arizona and many cities
California here we come it’s morning
finally here the sun goes through the windows right
into my hair. We are so close but then it goes through my head again turn,brake,go oh my gosh so annoying. Oh wait
are we really getting pulled over the cop
says sir you were driving 10 miles over
the speed limit . Ohhh my dad is mad but lucky
This stop only takes 5 minutes. I look at the score

of the UCLA football game oh look the stadium is
right there finally
at the hotel I have to unpack. I can’t wait for tomorrow see you then.

I am crazy
I wonder what’s going on out there
I hear nothing
I see darkness
I want freedom
I am crazy

I pretend I like it here
I feel very cold
I touch darkness
I worry what will happen
I cry over my knees
I am sad

I understand no one loves me
I say “help me”
I dream someone loves me
I try to escape
I hope I escape
I am Stefen F. Austin

I am so tired
So very, very tired
My back hurts from crouching
My muscles hurt from strain
My arms ache from rowing
My eyelids feel heavy
From the moist, humid air
Surrounding our small canoe
My friend sits behind me
Her oar,
Licking the water and splashing
The sides of our boat
Our small sail
Just for show
I’m watching ahead
My oar, just barely kissing the surface
The fog is so dense
The air thick with liquid
Gray clouds drift about
I can only see the dark blue of the lake
Just two feet ahead of me,
My friend gives a sad sigh from behind
She is exhausted
We have been rowing all night
And all day
I close my eyes
To give my throbbing head
A few minutes to catch up
Suddenly I hear something
A sound so faint
It is the soft splash of an oar as it hits the water
Not too far away
I open my eyes,
I look around
My friend hears it too
The sound becomes louder
Through the fog I see
Another boat
Rowing at a steady pace through the mist
But then they drift away
I am about to follow them
About to say “Wait!”
About to lift my oar
And paddle furiously after them
But I don’t have to
Because just then I see the faintest
Bit of light
I can see it on the fog
The droplets glisten with the glow
Like sparkling diamonds
Floating through the misty air toward me
The light comes from a distant shape
Tall and elegant
Yet sharp and foreboding
The fog gradually disappears
And I can see the boats
All heading towards the same destination
A Great
Gray
Castle

Floating

On the Lake

Life is no longer whole,
Like plans without a goal,
Or a map with a hole.

Without you, life has lost its reason,
As if your disappearance is a treason.

The fire in my heart,
My passion to depart,
Are both killed and torn apart.

Maybe I should just forget it?
Let the pain conquer my spirit,
Submit.

All was fine for a bit,
But like a bullet, the time hit,
Your fire, blazing as bright as the starry night sit,
Unlit.

Music makes me happy
Music makes me sad
Music makes me very calm
Like butterflies on a lily pad

Music can distract me
As I listen while I study
Soon my feet start tap-tap-tapping
And Music becomes my buddy

When rivers of sad tears
Trickle down my face
I hear a beautiful song
As I find comfort in the piano and bass

So whether you are caroling with family
Or singing karaoke with friends
Or at a rock concert
Or creating a rhythm and melody blend
My friend Music can help you see the world
With a Fresh, New Lens

Summer Break

I love Summer break
The freedom, the playdates, the weather, and nothing at stake
But towards the end of this Holy season
Of course, my spirits are crushed due to one little reason

The message becomes clear through the fog
I forgot about the mandatory summer reading log
I still move on so it won’t affect my mood
But deep down I know that I am truly doomed

Although summer reading is such a pain
My mom finding out I didn’t do it is more painful
I hastily and anxiously search my brain
For anything that will prevent me from being slain

Today is the first day back and nothing has changed from last year
My teacher is grinning at me from ear to ear as if she knows what she is about to hear
She asks about the reading log and it seems she asked that just to see
Which students were the most trustworthy

So, as I am sitting here at this desk I have come up with a simple request
Pray for me