your vision, your voice
She thinks outside the
box
her imagination travels
the
uncharted
deep sea;
murky water
flowing through her mind
twisting and turning
her mind is a river–
vast
continuing on for miles
bubbles arise
Pop! An idea lost
Her mind is a river
Vast indeed
Fulmore
8th
My thoughts are always floating
Like different colored helium balloons
In the space within my mind
Sometimes jumbled up
Sometimes close together
Sometimes too much
Sometimes I can’t find the right words
And I don’t know what to say
Like trying to pull a single string
From a ball of knots
then sometimes I find too many
Other times they’re organized
And I know exactly where they go
As if I’m sorting books on a library shelf
They can be smooth and precise
Like skipping stones
Fly easily across a lake
Sometimes they come too fast
And bubble up like a fountain
Or spill over like a waterfall
They can shoot like rockets back and forth
And I don’t have time to get one idea out
Before the next comes falling forward
With more force than a bowling ball
And sometimes in the dark nights,
Propped up against my pillow,
They get a long deserved break
And as they settle like sand to the bottom
Of a calm pond
I drift off to sleep.
Fulmore
8th
Cold steel in my hands
A sword? A gun? A shield? A key?
I have no idea.
I walk through valley,
Scale mountains and hills,
Ford great rivers,
As I head to Venus–
I will rule it all.
In this new land,
I run from the guards,
I trip, stumble, fall right down
And everything goes dark.
I fly through space
As stars explode
And I watch in awe.
I recklessly crash my ship.
I am stuck in the sky,
The stars are my home now.
I wander in the dark,
Behind me a thump
And I run fearfully,
Footsteps close behind,
It seems that I’m the prey.
I turn to face
The thing scaring me to death,
But it was never there,
Not really,
Yet a prick on my neck,
My hairs stand on the edge,
And the life drains my face.
Game over.
Game over.
Game over.
Fulmore
8th
As a female, I have a certain amount of strength.
As a female, I run a certain way.
As a female, I am shorter than most males.
As a female, I wear makeup.
As a female, I can’t “throw.”
As a female, I have more weaknesses, they say.
As a female, the women before me couldn’t vote.
As a female, I am dependent.
But that’s okay because
As a female, I am also independent.
As a female, I am also proud.
As a female, I am also really strong.
As a female, I am also as smart as any man.
As a female, I am also more mature.
As a female, I am also athletic.
As a female, I can hold a plank for two minutes straight.
As a female, I have also marched, used my female voice.
As a female, I am also a friend.
As a female, I am amazing.
Fulmore
8th
Feeling empty inside
The fist of happiness wants the sadness back
For the first time in a long time
The fist needed balance to be fine
You need darkness to see the light
And with the lack of light, there is darkness
With the feeling of sorrow
The fist’s whole existence is complete.
The sadness brings a thousand emotions
Which brings the fist new memories
The memories he needs to feel alive
Like fear, anger, joy and love.
Murchison Middle School
8th
Even if things seem like they won’t work out,
I will never give up on u.
Even if u become blind,
I will act as ur eyes that will light up ur world.
Even if u become paralyzed,
I will be there 2 take care of u.
Even if u become deaf,
I will be there 2 listen 4 u.
Even if people say nasty thngs about u,
u are still the one I love.
Even if the world looks down on u,
I will always look up 2 u.
Even if u are taken 2 be a problem person,
I will always love u.
Even if I don’t have a single penny,
I will fight 2 provide 4 u.
Even if fate doesn’t want us 2 be together,
I’m ready 2 dare fate.
Even if u’re sick,
I will never turn away from u.
Even if u no longer love me,
I will always love u.
Even if I have a million reasons not to love u,
I have that one reason 2 stick.
I love u.
Come poverty, death, sickness, money
Or anything worse,
I will always love u.
Murchison Middle School
8th
A place where magic happens
Dolphins swimming
Sharks hiding
waiting to be seen
Midnight moon illuminating
Our home
Far from mankind
Away from man’s-eyes
The waves pounding
on the shore break
Crashing in sets
in a blink of an eye
The ocean Blue
My home
I’m a sea turtle
The ocean’s Jewel
Murchison Middle School
8th
It’s my favorite place in the whole house:
A large rectangular cold stainless steel box
With pictures and Christmas cards on the doors,
Where leftovers are served and lunches are stored,
Where ice cubes are made and water is served.
Jellies and jams, fresh fruits and vegetables,
Old Thanksgiving pie and sweet potatoes,
Butters and spreads at the top of the door,
One percent milk stored in gallons below,
Even my brother’s old coffee cup way in the back.
William Cullen created the first fridge.
In the past people called it an ice box.
Fridges can be old, and some can be new.
Some are dirty like the bottom of shoes,
One thing I know is they’re full of food.
My fridge is on the edge of our kitchen.
Next to the pantry, but the pantry is another story.
There is no place for it in the fridge.
The mighty and food filled, wonderful fridge.
Fulmore
8th
On the other side there is someplace better
On the other side the grass will be greener
There is a place that we don’t know.
The sun rises to bring forth a new day.
The town woke up, the morning went
Same old, same old with everyone
Doing their routines where the sun did not shine
Behind a wall. just dirt and darkness.
Stories have been told of the world on the other side,
A place where the grass grows tall,
A place where the sun always shines,
A place of hope and all dreams imaginable.
Stories have been told of people escaping
And seeing the light. Some people believed them
Others did not. day after day the shadows loomed on.
But beyond the wall there is a place.
I should know because I built the wall
To separate the darkness from light,
Because in the end it is all gray
I should know because I’ve seen the other side.
Fulmore
8th
Family,
They are the people that comfort you,
They are there for you when you are down,
Treating you like you deserve a crown.
From family reunions,
like a strong union,
there are families large and small,
you know you love them all.
Arguments here and there,
later,
everything is okay,
“come on let’s play!” we say.
One is older,
the other is younger,
even though they can be a bother,
they really do matter.
You love them unconditionally the way they are,
building memories through out,
that’s what family is all about,
family.
Murchison
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