your vision, your voice
We all dare
Dare to live
Dare to breathe
Dare to tell lies
Dare to tell the truth
Dare
We smile
We laugh
We cry
We support each other
We cry for each other
But still we are alone
We are lost in our own
Each
One
On
Their
Own.
We echo in the wells of our own prison that we dug ourselves. That we’ve trapped ourselves in. Because no matter what you do, it will echo back to you.
Echo!
Fulmore Middle School
7
Guitar
By: Luke Hanna
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.
Gorzycki
7
There were four sisters
Each had magical powers
They all cared for each other
Winter the coldest
Hearted sister she
Was yet the oldest
Only kind to her sisters
She hid from everyone
Autumn the second to oldest
Always the loneliest
Never liked Summer
She was always a bummer
Spring was able to
bring life to all plants
helping small creatures like ants
Only the youngest
Yet the funniest
Summer always made it hot
Never liked Autumn
Always hit her in the bum
The third oldest
Always responsible
Yet not that likeable
Together they manage the seasons
Always switching
Always fighting
Fear is the thing that haunts you.
It keeps you up at night.
It protects you from hate,
But not from fear itself.
It is the thing that warns you
Of the future and its dangers.
Fear is the black panther.
Love is a feeling
you get when you meet
the one person in your life
who makes you feel whole .
It makes you feel happy.
It makes you feel sad.
It has many meanings.
One is where you feel empty.
Love is the white dove.
I remember it like it was yesterday
Just like smashing my thumb into clay
When I was small, I remember, I liked to play
Like the time I smashed myself into hay
Just like yesterday
When it was May
I remember I left one day
But came back to stay
Just like yesterday
I see my parents pray
“What’s wrong?” I used to say
But then came the best day
My teacher said to write a poem
But my pencil was stolen
And my fingers are swollen
So my poem is unspoken
My pencil just broke
While I’m drinking a coke
And I’m telling jokes
About my folks
And I’m losing hope
So I’m going to finish my poem
My pencil wasn’t taken
And I also like bacon
And I don’t want to go to Akins
She was the girl that no one noticed
The girl that sits in the background.
She was the girl that spent her time reading
While all the other girls went into town.
She was the girl that ate by herself
Would sometimes starve herself too.
She was the girl that needed money
While the other girls wasted theirs on shoes.
She was the girl that never went to parties
Nobody invited her anyway.
She was the girl that nobody cared about
Which is why the girl is here no more.
La isla tiene arena y el sol es caliente.
Hay agua refrescante.
En el mar, el agua es azul.
Y hay Palmas,
Pero quiero ir con calma
El agua brilla.
El sol igual.
La luna llena es linda.
Sin tardar,
Tengo que regresar.
Las estrellas se reflejan en el mar.
Sin más tardar,
Hace frio y el viento suena.
Es tiempo de dormir.
The Great Wall of
So many accumulated bricks
Held together by the
Single Memory
That planted
a garden of weeds
Now overgrown
Left freely to
Take Over the neglected
Castle and all it’s walls
And all it’s grounds.
The knights that used
To visit have long
Turned away and
The ones who aren’t
Scared of the daunting
Appearance and attempt
To scale the thorny
Overgrown walls and
Traverse the infested
Corridors
In hopes to break the spell
And uncover the
hidden princess
Leave with even more cuts
And bruises than if one
Had just left the foreboding
Palace alone.
All are kept out for the
Princess is the one who waters
The garden and fortifies
The walls with her own
Mistrust and Tears.
Clint Small MS
7th