Category: 08th

Time Goes on Forever

We are not forever,
Nothing is forever.
But we are give time,
To spend, and to use,
on family and friends.

But what happens
When time is wasted,
What happens when time is up?
We crave more.
We ask, we beg, we plead.
But it doesn’t help.

Because we have always known,
We can’t turn back the clock,
We can’t reverse the minutes,
We can’t slow down the seconds.
Because we have always known,
Time never stops,
It keeps going always

Murchison

8

Family is Forever

Family is a connection that never ends.
Makes memories through the years.
Spend time together.
Full of laughter and tears.

Family comes together.
For always and forecer.
Where love is shown.
And will forever be in one’s heart.

Family means everything.
Love, happiness, and kindness.
Family is forever.

Murchison

8

Scorching

Imagine a world
Where this is no more snow to play
And heat advisories every day.

The politicians are still fighting,
But more people are dying.
The world heats up every second.

Ice around the world has melted
Cities and towns abandoned
For they are uninhabitable.

We blame
The old for not knowing,
Or more accurately,
Not doing.
The young will now grow up
In this world.

For our children and the next,
Please,
Take care of this place.

Murchison

8

What’s That

The viola, a wonderful thing, renowned for its jokes,
What you haven’t heard of it?
What a shame, it’s a four stringed instrument like the others,
But don’t be fooled because it’s quite different than a violin
It’s bigger in size and rich in ton,
But the biggest differences is our lowest string, the C string,
We have the low string like our older sibling the cello,
We can sound alluring to the ear with our beautiful sounds ranging from sweet melodies to gloomy harmonies

Don’t forget us because we’re still important, every instrument has a part,
Violins with the melody, violas with harmonies, bass plays the bass line and cello are all of the above,
Together when we work we create music,
When we practice together we improve our technique,
Even when we’re tired we still try our best,
So please try to remember us,
The violas the best!

Murchison

8

Stranded

water seeps through my brain
and clogs e v e r y thought
im drowning
nowhere to go or hide or take cover

saltwater in my veings
I cannot
move

i feel like i have been swimming
for hours but
my brain cannot communicate with my libs

where is the solid shore
i am trying to find my patch
of land

the harder i try
the quicker i fail

i hopes of land i swim faster
in hopes of land i am paralyzed

i begin to doze off
exhausted muscles loosen
brain relaxes
eyes closing

land appears
i am no longer
stranded

Murchison

8

What Pollution Could Become

Look around, up at the sky
A nauseating blend of gray and black
Smoke everywhere
It’s hard to see anything through the haze
A haze of uncertainty.

Try to remember the freedom of clean air
Breathe in
Cough out the stale stench of smoke
The smell of a busy industry
No time for the environment
Taken for granted

A tree can only be described as a majestic
It is not only a home, but a habitat
Some, with flowers bursting with color
Now any tree left
Has withered into a short stump
No longer is it bursting with life
The flowers have fallen to the ground
Their time forgotten
No water left to nourish them

The water is no longer a tantalizing blue
No longer are there gentle, lapping waves in the ocean
No longer is a body of water as reflective as a mirror
Now tehre is only harsh currents of mud left
Swimming through the little water that remains
Bits of plastic trash
Glinting through the grimy haze of the ocean
Cans, nets, and gass
Nowhere else to go

A green earth wasted.

Murchison

8

Me Too

Me too, a silence breaker
For equal rights is all we ask
The cold shoulder is a common response
For such a simple request

Not too much to ask
Just to be equal, common courtesy
In a world where we can make things fly
But don’t respect human rights

Murchison

8

Candy Bars

Candy bars are just so yummy,
But they tend to be unhealthy
They don’t really give you that much energy,
And they also can be sticky.

These candy bars are just so attractive,
But they don’t really make you active.

When I go outside I feel like it’s EVERYWHERE.
Every Day.
Every Month.
Every Year.
So it feels like I’m breathing heavy AIR.

Candy Bars. Candy Bars. Candy Bars.
I see all these kids just eating them with that sound
So I try to find them but they’re nowhere to be FOUND.

Murchison

8

A Poem About What?

I’m having a bit of trouble
Should I make a poem about bubbles
There are just way too much options
Maybe a poem filled with action
Wait I have a conclusion
I could just do one about illusions
I could make the words seem larer
Wouldn’t this make me seem smarter
I will never finish this
It’s probably going to end up in a abyss
This may never bee seen again
It’s just going to be in my brain
This is way too much trouble
I’m just going to make it about bubbles

Murchison

8