07th – Page 94 – Vision+Voice

The Look

O dog
don’t give me that look
that look of sadness
that look of desperation.
The look…
Like you’re all alone
and nobody loves you

Aren’t I the one who feeds you
who takes care of you
aren’t I the one you love

But no
You’re doing the look
you’re acting pitiful
but I see through you dog! ha
I know your game
your ideas
you’re trying to toy with my emotions.
But you can’t
you can’t
you can’t do it.
And now see what you’ve done
you’ve made me give in
and you’ll do it again

O dog

Gorzycki

The Book

Some people treat my book with disrespect
They burn the book till
there is nothing left
Or sometimes they do the worst thing
Ignore the book
The book feels hollow and
worthless
Till one day I pick up
my book
I read the book a billion times
front to back
Squeezing all the despair and
sadness
The book now feels
Priceless

Gorzycki

Boom

BOOM

I’m big I’m rough
I could be slim or buff
Or maybe even be nothing.

I can do big damage or
Make small cuts and burns and much more.

So be warned I can leave scars
And you better run because if I’m near you
Won’t see the star’s.

No more will be left.

Gorzycki Middle School

7th

Mountaintop

Up
High above
There is a place which many dream
And few know
It is graceful and elegant
Like the stars
From there you can touch
The gentle mist that surrounds
But doesn’t cloud
It frees and flows
Like a river
Down
A mountaintop

Bailey Middle School

7th

Photograph

Clear waters and
white sands,
under a blanket of clouds.
Laughter that makes music,
drifting higher,
and higher,
up into the warm breeze.
Smiles on all our faces,
my eyes squinted as if to say,
HELP,
as my brother tries to escape
my grip.
It is the moments like this,
the memories,
that we keep in a photograph.
Each one has a story,
a memory
and each memory
holds emotions.
So many beautiful things
we keep in a photograph.
So many amazing things we keep
in our memories.
Clear waters and
white sands,
under a blanket of clouds.

Ann Richard School for Young Women Leaders

7th

Lead Scene

The scene comes to life
From lead.
People watch as they see a snowflake falling down,
A snowman being built.
The joy on kids’ faces shining brighter that the snow beneath.
All this from only a pencil
Gliding effortlessly on a piece of paper.

Gorzycki

Who I Am

Who is Sydnie?
Sydnie is annoying she’s way too dark
And well the whining we’ve had enough of that
That’s what I was identified as to many when I was younger
Now that Sydnie from years ago is very different
The whining she stopped that
The darkness she loves that
If you identified her now you’ll just know she does
that

Ann Richards School For Young Women Leaders

7th

Paradise

Paradise
What a flawed concept.
Perfect places
Do not exist
Utopia
is a falsehood
There will always be turmoil
and sadness
and despair.
Paradise
crams your mind
with imperfect perfection.
like air
inside the lungs.
dried streams
in a storm.
This concept
Of idealism
will never
exist
truly
like
dragons
or
hallucinations
or
good argyle.
Even universes
of our own creation
feel
isolated.
and
lonely
What a flawed concept.
Paradise.

Lamar Middle School

The Snow Bites on Winter Nights

As I wake up from this sleepless night,
I see the light on the frosted windowpane.
To the frosted windowpane;
The light comes through you to fade slowly.
This lustrous glow is as beautiful as the new fallen white snow.
To the new fallen white snow;
You are smooth yet coarse, but as brave as a horse,
To fly along the wind without knowing just where
You will ever land.
To the land;
You let the snow fall on you, the wind batter you, the light fade you,
And most of all, never, ever sleep at night.
How can it be?

Covington Middle School

Guitar

The song of a players
Emotions coursing out their fingers
Into the strings
The rhythmatic
Poetry of music
Being sewn into the atmosphere
Complex artistry
Coming together
Into one full
Sound
Years of
Evolution to
Come the
Wonderful
Piece of art
It is today.
Guitar is not just a instrument,
It is a way of life.