your vision, your voice
Lost evergreen smiles
No more sugar coated laughs
All out of fulfilled hopes
My sun stained tears are dry
My broken dreams have been mended
And my sunken frowns have disappeared
I have been gone
But who I am has returned
Now I am here to prove
My evergreen smile is as strong as before
Her heart was pure enough to turn gravel to gold.
She had crimson lips that were curled into a constant smile that could brighten even the darkest days.
She was the girl helping the old man across the street and nurturing the bird with the broken wing.
She had flowered eyes and cried tears of sun.
Nothing could stand in her way.
Fulmore Middle School
7th grade
Darkness in the forest deep,
Where silence is amoung the trees.
Softly as the willows weep,
And the crunch of leaves
Under my feet.
The moon high in the sky,
Glowing prominent and bright
As the midnight owl flies on by.
No matter the darkness
On that erie night,
Nothing shone brighter
Than my lantern light.
Fulmore Middle School
07
I start from a seed
As small as a bead
I form roots
They grow out in shoots
Then I come out of the ground
I don’t weigh a pound
I see green
Then orange, and red, and brown
Then white
Pure white light
I realize I am taller now
Wow
I watch the seasons as they go by
I watch the skies fly
And before I know it
I am a full grown oak tree.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
In the bureau in my room
A stack of drawers sit atop one another
Neat stacks of
Clothes
Clothes
Clothes
Clothes
Each drawer is likewise to the first
Except the last
The last drawer on the right is an overflown rush of
Laughs
Funny times
Memories pictures
Love
Lessons dreams
Hopes
All the adolescent mess that make me
Me
All the funny times
All the lessons learned
All packed into
The last drawer on the right
Gorzycki
7
Oh what we can imagine…
Oh the Deep Blue
Waves,
Tide,
Sand,
Sun,
Water,
SPLASH!
Paradise,
Fish,
Sharks,
“AHHH!”
Shells
“Aaaaouuuu Pretty!!!”
Oh what the Deep Blue contains
What does the Big Ocean Blue really contain?
Monsters?
Dreams?
Fear?
Treasure?
We don’t know,
anything could be hiding and lurking in the water.
We can only know so much,
about the Deep Blue
I believe the Waves, the Ocean, and the Deep Blue,
all withhold…
Secrets!
Imagination!
The ocean can withhold anything you want it to,
Deep Blue
Gorzycki
7
Violence.
Everywhere.
TV, social media, homes, newspapers, books, you name it, it’s there.
I know about the violence, the bombings, the massacres, the missiles
coming towards America, things that a twelve year old girl should not know.
I run.
Run in fear that my Country will one day not be here anymore.
They Run, we all do,
We all know what’s coming next,
They kill,
Kill themselves and others because they believe that if they kill themselves,
they will not have to see the broken pieces of their country,
Kill others because they believe that these innocent people should go down
with them.
Violence.
Causing so many people to die when they should not have,
Their Families wishing that they could have done something,
Wishing they could have fought back.
Causing innocent babies and kids to die,
They didn’t get to live the life they deserved.
While our country sits here with money, education and wealth,
They have to flee from one country to the next, running from others and
even their own government.
While we are afraid of how people judge us because of our looks, skin color
and weight, they have to deal with masacres every single day.
We wish we were taller, prettier, skinnier.
They wish they had food, water, sleep.
We no longer need to run.
But we need to fight.
Fight with all of our might against anything and everything that comes our
way.
Fight for the people who can’t.
Fight for our rights.
Fight for the life we were born to live.
Fight as children of God.
Fight for our friends,
Fight for our family,
Fight for our country.
I no longer need to run.
I no longer have to fear.
But I’m going to fight.
Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight.
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Extended metaphor:
My family is a circus
I am the lion
Because I am a beast
My mom is a tightrope walker
Because she always stays out of trouble
My brother is a fire breather
Because he always gets in trouble
My dad is a juggler
Because he juggles his responsibilities
My family is a circus
Everyone contributes in their own way
Gorzycki
7
O’ Taco Bell O’ Taco Bell, your food goes through me like a bomb shell.
And your bathrooms smell like ozone, I can even Smell it when ordering through the Phone.
O’ Taco Bell, O’ Taco Bell, I wonder how your food can even sell.
With the fake lettuce, cheese, and tomato, and oh so poisonous Baked Potato ( if you can call it that). The dollar menu is something to discuss, even if the things are as hard as a discus. O’ Taco Bell, O’ Taco Bell, I ate your food For show and tell.
Gorzycki middle school
7
Is resilient
Is tough
Cosmic collisions can get to Earth
But Earth is resilient
And
A place full of laughter
A place full of fun
Where people and animals live in unison
Until
We use the earth
And find all its secrets
And destroy the beautiful gifts it has given us
Until
We change
We save the earth
We preserve its beauty
Until
All is the same as it was before