Water

There must be something in the water
The water that fills the glasses of men.
Men who dismiss me because I’m not exotic.
Because you will never find my hair on somebody’s cheap wig.
Because no one goes into the doctor’s office and asks for my nose
Because there are lotions filled with bleach meant to lighten my skin
And Whiten my mind
Just like how you whiten your teeth to brighten your smile.
I’m confused
Does this mean that I need some new double Ds
And a bag full of weave to make you want me?
There must be something in this water.
This water that I’m drowning in
You’ve filled the pool over my head and I can’t swim
Meanwhile, there are foreign girls sitting by the beach getting a tan
Darkening their skin while you tell me to lighten mine
But I’m fine
The surgery will only take a little time,
and some blood to make me the girl that can
finally, feel wanted.
Finally feel like more than somebody’s second choice.
Finally feel like a girl who isn’t surprised when a boy shows interest in her.
There must be something in this water
That you force down my throat
Because now as I look in the mirror it’s harder and harder to resist
Your grip. This must be the feeling that gets people to slit their wrists.
When you’re tired of fighting and want to give in because the water tastes like poison, but promises heaven, so you just keep drinking
Until you realize that you’re not who you thought you were anymore.
Your hair has been burned and your skin is boiling.
Some days you can’t even remember your own name
It’s insane, but it’s true
You don’t know what to say and you don’t know what to do
so you just blame it on the water.


Liberal Arts and Science Academy

9th

Unappricated Notes

He doesnt play the stage
The stage played them
Crying with the unappricated music
Making a last ditch effort to unuse it
He wants a half note, not the measure
Unplayed whole notes, death to a bar
Heart pounding, with wooden sounds About to burst into a trillion pounds
On him
Passion is the first thing he has
Nervousness is his third curse
Music second to none
Best at none
A slave to the notes
A rage to the notes condition
No one listens to a musician


Anderson

9

Cloud

Cloud
I am a cloud
Now you probably think I’m joking
Or a kid who has dreams of flying with nothing holding me down
No
I am a cloud
But not the nice kind
I don’t float freely in the sky
I am a cloud that’s chained to the ground
No I’m not fog
Nor am I actually a cloud
Just a kid
I hold a cloud
In my band
It weighs me down
Like the challenges I face
I want to be like a cloud in the sky
Or even the fog on the ground
Only because
They are free
Free to do as they wish
My cloud it chains me to the ground
Why couldn’t it be real
And allow me to float free in the sky
I am a cloud
Not the free kind
But a cloud
Not a real one
Just a prop
Barley noticed on a field of performers
I’m a cloud
Who doesn’t float free


Bowie High School

9

I AM Poem

I am like a small crack on a frozen lake,
Surrounded by other bigger and smaller.
I wonder if people can see the HIDDEN CRACKS In OUR WORLD.
I hear the whispers of the wind around me.
I see the light of childish wonder in those smaller than me.
I want to be seen for who I am
I am like a small crack on a frozen lake.

I pretend that I can handle anything that happens.
I feel the cold touch of those who have passed.
I touch the sands of time that fly by me,
Never able to fully grab them.
I worry about the past I should let go.
I cry only when I think I’m alone
I am like a small crack on a frozen lake.

I understand that I can’t be perfect.
I say we break the chains that hold us back.
I dream that I will be happy forever.
I try to keep everything together,
Even when I know I can’t.
I hope that no one notices the cracks of imperfection I hide.
I am like a small crack on a frozen lake,
Not as alone as I thought.


Bowie High School

9

I am

I am like a fire
Burning bright
I illuminate wild eyes
Like an animal
Ready to strike
A glint of madness
In my flames
I am like the calm before the storm
Quite until I strike
I am the insanity of the flame
Consuming all I touch
Every thought
Every action
I am like the smoke of a fire
Dark and pungent
Killing those who stay
Slowly chocking the life away
As I burn the wood
All other thoughts leave me
All I know is fleeing my fire grasp
I am the embers of the fire
What’s leftover
I am all that’s left
After the insanity strikes
I am like the smell of a burnt out fire
The only thing that tells you
I was here
I’ve destroyed all else
I am a fire
I burn and destroy all in my path
Nothing can reach me
For none can touch me
I am eternal
eternal and alone


Bowie High School

9

When Plate Tectonics Move

When Plate Tectonics Move
By Rachel Paiz

When plate tectonics drift apart
They leave behind a permanent scar
They eventually form as an ocean ridge
Which can lead up to a mountain bridge
That nobody knew would ever exist

Oh when plate tectonics converge as one
An earthquake has begun
In the earth’s surface
Present and in past
Isolating and diverging
Valleys start to form at last

From the deepest ocean trenches
To the highest mountain tops
There is a rising volcano that never stops

Beneath the earth
The rocky inner layer core rises up more
Like it never did before

Boundaries transform moving side by side
Eventually connect and glide


David Crockett High School

9th Grade

Trail of Tears

A million tear drops to be found
Falling empty to the ground
Forced to leave the rivers, forest, freedom and their homes
And nature speaks thru them all alone
but makes no sound
Their steps are no where to be found
Oh their sadden souls
That nobody else would come to know
Just their lost shadows
Who knew would come to grow
Maybe their melodies would echo their goodbyes
But you can still hear their soulful cries


David Crockett High School

9th

Color Guard

Shining sabres in the sun

Twinkling maces so much fun

Rifles spinning and whirling

Flags tossing and twirling

Elaborate costumes and glitter galore

All over the stadium floor

The band blaring as they move

Across the field, they start to groove

Dance and technique is our number one goal

As we spin and dance, pouring out our soul

Our elaborate hair and sparkling boots are a hit

Our precision tosses timed to the music are a perfect fit

We step onto the field for our last and final show

Our stomachs flutter rapidly as we start to go

Onto the field with a huge commotion

Performing a near-perfect show filled with emotion

The marching season is over and finally ends

We have all become close, forever friends

United by hours of blood, sweat, and tears

Our marching band and color guard memories will play in our heads for years

 

James Bowie High School

9

ADDICTED

My phone is my Heroin,
My charger is the needle,
My Brain is the plug.

I’m no drug addict.
I’m just addicted to
My phone and all the
Things it has on it.

My phone tends to make
Me stay inside more.
It tells me watch videos,
Send messages,etc.

I’m always looking down
At my phone.And it tells
Me to keep looking down
And don’t look up.

I don’t have the fun times
In my Brain.Because they
Are all saved on my
Phone.
My phone is basically my brain.
It controls me.

Akins High School

9