Category: 2019-20 Submissions

Our world is miraculous,
filled stunning scenery.
One hill after another,
pastures of cows,
littered flowers,
Mountains after mountains,
Valleys after valleys
A world of scenery, and peace.
But,
There can be horrible,
Michievias
Nasty
Unpleasant,
things.
Littering people,
Plastic in the sea,
Oil spills
Dying animals,
At the same time,
There can be interesting things
Books,
Phones,
Computers,
Paper,
Ink,
Animals,
Mother nature,
ME

Oh, the scenic views before me
The breeze sweeping the tall, long grass
Tall giants loom, forming a valley
Up on the mountains you can see tiny dots of people
Wildflowers pepper the sea of grass
Perhaps a sly squirrel chasing a mouse
Tiny pebbles litter the ground
A sparkling lake filled with fish and ducks
A spiraling winding road cuts through all of this
Separating animals from others
Standing atop the mountain I could see everything
Everything
A blue
Red
Yellow
brown
Geyser in the distance
Faraway, you could see old faithful
Spouting water every hour to two
A mile away you could view a fantastic array of mini geysers
Spraying whenever they wanted
Just behind us a field of flowers
Endless
Me,
I was dressed in a yellow hoodie
Paired with light pink leggings
Black shoes
Me,
I was delighted
I was inspired

There was a girl
Lonely and unheard
For she was shouting
At the top of her lungs
Everyone should of heard
Should of
But
No
No one heard
Everyone could only hear whispers and murmurs
She was blind
And deaf
A walking stick guiding her way
People following her to translate everything
Everything
Dressed in a poor way
Her desk lay scattered with things
She had no pretty
No story
She was just there
There for everyone to see
How they could’ve been like
Everyone was reminded of their terrible soul
People shoved her
wrestled her
Taking her things
Laying them astray
Oh, you should’ve seen
All the thing the bullies did
Oh my oh

Me,
I was staring at a swirling
Dizzying
Piece of paper
It looked so
Convincing
Fantastic
But, oh
The black
The white
The moving circles
Swallowing me in
Taking me away from where I was
Rubbing me with glue
And sticking me onto the piece of paper
So alive
So consuming
Grabbing me
My eyes swirling
Spinning
Until
They were no more

Wondering
Wondering if I will ever be good enough for you
I’m still not sure too
I don’t have the answers today
I have nothing to say
How far would I go to please you
You are the reasons why I do things too
Was the grass aging
When there was worrying
Worrying that i’m not good enough
Enough to make this situation rough
Will I ever be that the sunshine in your day
The thing that always has to stay
To stay in someone’s mind
Why couldn’t they just go blind
If I could go back and change the past
Would I be a little braver than I had
Fighting against the odds
Would I still be wondering
Even if I woke up in a daydream
Would that dream be a stream
A stream that flows with you
Is there something that i’m missing
Do we still belong
If I had everything
Would you mean anything
Did I lose the best thing that I had
I did too much to take it back
Scared I won’t find something
If I did would I know it
Will I be enough or
Will I still be wondering
Told me I was a star
Did I take it too far
Does it look like I need saving
Pushes me away
Even though I want to stay
I want this to last
Is there something wrong with me
Something I can’t see
I thought I found something
All I want is someone that can appreciate me
Wondering if I’ll ever be good enough

Oh my favorite tree
The gnarled branches hugging me tight
Pulling me in
Giving me happy and sad memories
Ones with the loved ones
Some with the saddened poor
Others with WAR as the big headline
The almost olive yet leathery leaves sweeping my face
Rubbing
Smoothing
Calming thy soul
Half the roots had been sucked up by the wind
Serving as thy seat to sit in
The tree was part of my soul
Part of me
It was so affectionate
Gentle
And kind
To me it was new
Fresh
To others it was
Old
Like a wilting flower
Dieing
Crying
Its branches were sturdy
Strong
Stalwart
Never giving in
The trunk was like a boulder
Not moving when needed
It was something to lean on when hurt
I could give the tree my secrets
To keep
Forever
Never letting me be solivagant
The tree was like a sister
When you were lonely
It accompanied you
Helping
Curing my wounds
Sealing them shut
A hollow part of the truck
A fine shelter
When it rained
shielded me
The tree prevented me
From falling
It encouraged me
Helped me
Tethered me
To be ambitious
Amiable
Compassionate
It was so heuristic
The tree,
Dotted with bright pink flowers in the spring,
Branches half bare in the winter,
Shady in the summer,
Cool in the fall,
Was half of my heart
That was how much space needed
to have a friend that was always there
Whenever you wanted
Forever
An everlasting love
And hope
For eternity
With the tree
The world was brighter
More vivid
More hopeful
With the tree,
Dreams weren’t just dreams
They were reality
A living dream
With the tree I was insouciant
The tree so free
With me
It was
So
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I love December
With winter breaks’ cozy nights
And bright Christmas lights

Like a butterfly’s wings,
my eyes flutter,
then open

I was ripped
from my subconscious fantasy
by none other
than the BEEEEP of my alarm

In a daze,
I get ready
I eat something I don’t taste,
for it is far too early
for my taste buds to be awake

I step outside
then check to make sure
my eyes aren’t closed
They aren’t,
but I thought they were
because of the
pitch
black
darkness

I savor
the walk to the bus stop
The whole world is asleep
except for me
it seems

I get there
just in time
and board

I lower my window
and my hair
dances in time to the wind
How can it be so awake
so early in the morning?

I listen to music
as we roll along
A playlist of life
the perfect mix of calm
and not

I see waterfall of stars,
cars with their headlights,
driving down the highway,
and I imagine the stories
of those inside

Yes, others board our bus,
but I am still alone
Alone, but not lonely
in my own little bubble
of serenity

Eventually,
the star
of the show,
the sun,
arrives

A little tired,
but still smiling
bright
and happy
and beautiful
as always

Climbing
up, up, up,
illuminating
the world

When the journey is over,
we arrive at or destination,
school,
and I am more awake
than I was

I am content,
for I feel I have experienced
a secret
that no one else has

I am ready to face the day

So hot, make me sweat
The hot sun in my face make me wet
Looking at the kids playing makes me jumpy in some kind of way
But oh my isn’t it time to start the day
Eating bread with avocado,
Taste like eating some Tomato
Ahh how I wish it snow
But look nothing but dust that glows

Mom cooking in the kitchen can be sense across my neighborhood,
Looking around its a pity that no one is outside
My bones boiling in the inside
by just walking a few meter in the hood
but my brain tell me that I’ve been for a year in the desert
Texas sun smiling at me,
but instead I think it’s laughing at me

Going back home is even the hardest job
Because I walk like a slob
Opening the door i can feel the air conditioning welcoming me
Entering home I came across a tiny bity bee
I hate to say this little guy but the conditioner is mine only