Category: 08th

Chocolate

Chocolate is tasty
Chocolate is yummy
CHOCOLATE is delicious

When I take a bite
my mouth feels like dynamite

Sweet, sugary, good
one of the best kinds of food

Dark
smooth gliding silk

Milk
warm and creamy explosions

White
pristine royalty of the cocoa world

Chocolate will never faily
to bring delight, especially when it’s on wholesale!

Murchison

8

Hidden Worlds

I’m lost in a world
No one else knows.
I’m stuck in a dream
No one else sees.
With an unreal friend,
And an enemy I haven’t met,
And the sea next to them,
Deep and blue.
The salty wind in their hair
But the foe doesn’t care
He takes out a hidden weapon,
And my friend must run,
But I don’t know how they got here
Because it’s only chapter one.
I look up for a second
From my hidden world,
And see the flashing lights that surround me.
Someone is texting, sending “hi,” to a friend,
Another is playing a game.
I sigh, defeated, retreat to my world,
As the one around me fades away.
Then chapter 2 starts,
And we get backstory,
And my friends not a friend anymore.
The foe is paying him back

Murchison

8

Why Do We Care?

People are born different,
And treated like they’re somehow wrong.

But those who believe the different ones are less,
Cannot say why.
Which leaves we who think,
A person is never a mistake,
To challenge and defend.

A kid in a wheelchair is the same as one who’s not,
They won’t start a fight,
Or at least they don’t want to
Or maybe they will, anyway,
Even though they don’t want to,
The same as the rest of us.

So why do we treat them as different?
No one can tell.
We “normal ones” don’t even react…
We just watch the show.
Do they feel the same as us?
Perhaps we should ask.

I guess we’ll always wonder,
(at least I will)
Why we treat these people differently,
Sure, they were born different, but aren’t we all?
They were simply born uniquely different than the different of us all.

Some of us are short,
Others are tall,
So why do we judge them?
Just to lead them to despair?

A mouth,
A nose,
Ears,
Hair,
There isn’t any reason to stare.
No one should even care.

Murchison

8

Hardship in 2149

Ashes feathering from the polluted sky
A deep distinct charred scent filling the atmosphere
The moon filling the crisp night
The old man settles under the highway
Sounds from cars rushing over his shelter Water dripping down from the edge of the bridge
A car bolts by
Roaring and reverberating the highway
Splash
The old man’s belongings
Soaked
Just another day of the year in 2149

Murchison

8

Swordsmanship and Calligraphy

The coming of an end long waited
By sword, by pen
Both filled with thoughts ever hated
Hate fueled by the darkness in a righteous man’s soul
Like a beast kept under watchful eye
Waiting for the moment the master will die
Just a pen and a sword to decipher the truth
Many hours wasted in times of youth
Forgiveness is needed instead of tooth for tooth
Forgiveness is already given to those under his roof
A pen and a sword opposites of one another
Pen giving life like a loving mother
And a sword taking it away for a hated brother
By pen by sword
The coming of an end long waited.

Murchison Middle School

8th

Illusion of a Home

The humid air embrace hugs me like a bear
Sand in my dripping wet salty hair
I’m in despair to feel the warmth
I suffocate without the spirit of hope
Nobody wants to hear it but I’m slowly drowning
I wish the Jupiter rain could fill me up ’til I see stars and my head is pounding
It feels much better than knowing the real concept of life has let you go
The blurry faded faces of people you used to know

All of today’s world is filled with snow and swirling white clouds of infinite pain
In the distance I can see
The swaying palm trees and faint smell of E-cigs
The lapis paint of the ocean waving for me to come home
All this expeditive motion produces emotion

An empty gaping hole floats in my heart from where I used to feel real life and true smiles
Grasping on forgotten people makes my stomach churn and m fingertips burn
But irreplaceable humans always turn into memories
You might lose the thought of them over time
But once you feel their presence again,
Your heart instantly remembers and fills

I swear this to the bone
I’ll open my eyes in the morning and end up home
I want to discard the emotion of alone.

Murchison Middle School

8th

Human

She is white
Her skin is untouched snow
She is proud and she is pure
But she is not flawless

He is colored
His skin is like rich chocolate, oak trees, soft leather
He is strong and he is unique
But he is not equal

He is queer
He is loved and he is loving
He is content and he is accepting
But he is not valued

We fight for those who ar judged
But we judge those who are judging
We are organized and we are segregated
We value uniqueness while we oppress the unique

A rose is a rose regardless of color
A beach is a beach despite the sand
A human is a Human
And that makes us all the same

Between the fine, lines, the bars, and the tags
We are no better, no stronger, no lesser
Than every person around us
Because they are humans, too

Murchison Middle School

8th

The Girl in the Hospital

A whisper
Echoes throughout my head.
Words
Bounce around in my brain.
An image
Burned into my retina
Won’t go away.

My eyes snap open.
Bright light fills my vision.
Tears are escaping my lacrimal gland.
I blink profusely
To return my eyes to their normal,
Vacant state.

It is loud.
Voices shout
Over machines
That are ceaselessly beeping.
Everyone is dressed in long white dresses,
With hair nets
And blue gloves.
Why are the wearing masks? Where am I?

That small image
Comes spiraling back into focus.
I remember,
For the first time
In three years.

A black vehicle
Runs a red light, into me.
My vision goes black,
And I lay in a coma
For three years, until just now.

Murchison Middle School

8th