Category: 2019-20 Submissions

“Hi, how are you today?”
“Don’t talk to me”
“Excuse Me?”
The hairdresser was
As mad as a bear.

The hairdresser sat
The customer down.
“What would you like today?”
“Just bleach my hair Idiot”.
“HEY, DON’T EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT”.

The customer rolls her eyes and says,
“ Your wearing a hat and sunglasses,
“What are you gonna do?”
The hairdresser takes off the hat and sunglasses.
The customer realizes, “OMG YOU WERE MY SCIENCE TEACHER,
MR. KAGAN”.
“And I thought I taught you well”.

We line up at the line of scrimmage staring into the other opposing wall’s eyes like lasers
HIKE yells the qb
we take off in an instant shooting past the line
find the rb
go in for the kill
boom a block from the back
a foul!
An attack!
But I get back up
find the target
finding the weak spot then boom!
He falls to the ground
play’s over then starts another round.
I am a beast that cannot be tamed
when I’m on fire i’m never the same,
a fake to the left
a fake to the right
but it doesn’t matter because he’s in my sight
like a 747
I take him down.
The field my motivation
fueling me like a station
4th down
end of the round.
Then see my parents smiling from the crowd!

I almost never HEAR THEM anymore,
No MORE CREAKING and shaking
No more slamming of my door,
Only vents shaking and my house quaking.
I never hear anymore “SHHHHH”,
I never hear THEY’RE BREATHING.
I never have the delusion of light streaming through my windows.
No more slowly closing the door and turning on the lights
Honestly….
I’m not sure if it’s really over,
Last night I felt very uneasy, sweat flowing down my spine.
Eyes darting back and forth, to the door, no the window, is HE there, IS he HERE?
Seeing lights not there but not here nor there, But always beckoning for me to OPEN THE WINDOW
I’m not sure if THE SCUTTLING UNDER MY BED IS REAL or not,
THEY ARE nowhere family is EVERYWHERE.
THEY AREN’T REAL at all,
IF I STOP BELIEVING IN THEM THEY CAN’t GET ME.
I’M not IN DANGER….
I’m not sure if the therapist believes me,
THEY ARE only INSIDE my house-imagination,
I’m sure They’re not breaking My door-mind,
All I’m sure of Is I’m Not-Safe,
No bad thoughts I’m only feeling uneasy.

The room is cold.
My head aches
From the slicked back bun.
But i’ve been ready for my whole life
To perform.

We walk onto stage,
Me and my team,
Into the pitch black darkness.
My bare feet against the smooth black floor.
I find my starting position.

My headache and goosebumps
Are soon replaced
With a rush of adrenaline
As I hear the song
And do the dance
I know so well.

My eyes burn
From the glow of the stage lights.
The music loudly beats
In my head.

As the song comes to an end
I hold my body still.
Hearing nothing but my own breath.
Then the crowd applauds
And the lights go out.

My soft foot steps
Carry me off the stage.
I run through backstage

And I hear the next song begin.

I love going to the ocean.
So much the sand feels so hot because of the sun
Splash I jump into the waves.

While I was getting up I got pushed down by the waves
It felt like somebody pushed me down I got up and I saw a jelly fish in the ocean.
I went to sit down in front of the sun.

I was sitting down for so long it felt like the sun
was on my back. I got up and ran into the waves.
Splash the water is so cold in the ocean.

Splash I here in the ocean because of the waves I can see the sunlight from the sun on the top of the salty water.

You look at your watch
thinking its too late
and sprint to the hospital
hoping for a clean slate

You walk into room 93
it seems you didn’t run fast enough

because what you see
is your grandfather has past
The monitor is flat

Now all thats left is only a seed
that will grow up to be
A strong and beautiful
Oak tree

My little tiny white dog when we
got he she looked like a rat,

My puppy was running,jumping,
peeing everywhere she is so energetic,

My puppy is now one she is softer than a pillow
She is so fluffy.

My puppy’s eyes are 2 clean diamonds staring at you,
She is fluffy as a soft blanket,

One time outside she was skittering in a bush and,
we thought she was a rat,

Her fur is like a bowl of milk, with 2 drops of energy
Drink because she is so energetic.

My dog just runs,gets dirty so we wash her,blow dry her fur
So she becomes so fluffy,

My dog is energetic,
so when we try to wash her she shakes,wiggles,

When my dog turns 2 my mom said “she will not call her a rat anymore”.

Most people hate,
But I Love
As much as they
Love breaks!

I like to read,and do
math , they like to sit on their
Phones all day long
When I sit and work they sit
And talk for hours and hours
You can hear the clock
Going Tick,Tock

School is my happy place
Where I study hard, and be with
My friends

football is like a battle field
practice is like preparing for troops for battle
when the qb calls his cadence it is like the start of a battle
when you get knocked down you have to get back up

They say something evil lurks,
Deep in the woods.
Something with no soul or face.
Something I never understood.

So I left the town,
With its quiet little streets.
On the way to something
I still regret to meet.

“That forest contains something evil,”
My father had once said.
“It eats up your soul until
It’s full and you’re dead.”

The trees as tall as buildings.
Plants and flowers used by florists.
The broken branches of trees scattered.
That’s what I came across in the forest.

Deeper and deeper I went;
The sun fading and fading,
Until I came across something,
Underneath that tree’s shading.

Corpses rotting and decaying,
Nature had taken its places,
But as I looked carefully,
The bugs were only on their faces

I screamed and ran.
I cried and panicked.
I turned back to look
But the corpses had vanished.

I ran until my lungs,
They felt as if they would burst.
I carried on anyway,
For this trip had been a curse

In the distance, something big,
I could see,
Something that was out of place.
Something that didn’t welcome me.

A big house,
In the middle of the woods.
It was still something
I never understood.

The windows were boarded up,
Making crooked lines.
A small gate ran around the house,
Covered in vines.

It looks deserted,
I had thought.
Oh, I was so wrong,
For the house was not.

I walked up the porch
As the boards squawked and squeaked.
I had already felt the blisters
On my feet.

Knock once, knock twice,
My mother had told me.
And I did, terrified,
of what I would see.

A woman stepped out;
Her face covered in a mask.
A white one with no eye holes;
It had made me want to ask.

She welcomed me in
And told me to sit.
In this strange house,
I felt my stomach turn to a pit.

She sat down
With a tray of tea.
She said, “One for you
And one for me.”

Growing curious, I asked,
“Why do you wear that mask?”
She coughed – or choked.
(And if they don’t answer)

As I looked,
She didn’t even drink the tea
Or –
(Then take a look and see)

She coughed at the
Question I had asked.
Then she laughed
And took off the mask.

She had no face,
It was blank as can be.
No eyes, no mouth,
That’s what I could see.

My lungs stopped working.
My brain had cracked.
What was I seeing?
What was that?

As she – or it – stood up,
That’s when it hit me.
The windows had been boarded,
SInce there was nothing it could see.

The corpses, rotting,
Lying in the woods,
Had been a warning.
Now I understood.

There were more of them
With no mouths or eyes.
It was like a big family
As I let out cries.

I pulled open the door
To let myself be free.
A glint of sunlight
Hid behind an autumn tree.

I ran as fast as I could,
Without looking back.
The sun was setting and
Soon the sky would be black,

Both literally and figuratively,
I was out of the woods
On the edge, exactly,
Is where I stood.

I ran back to the town,
With its quiet little streets.
On the way from something,
I regretted to meet.

My father had been correct
Yet he was still wrong.
It hadn’t eaten up you soul –
But it was your face all along.