Category: 2019-20 Submissions

The sweet smell of grill smoke.
The crisp blue lake.
The red glazed ribs
And creamy soft heaven we call coleslaw.
And the soft white cream corn.
The splash of the water.
The smell of the sausage and brisket
So sweet and smoky
So crumbly and crisp .
The night sky flown over like a big black quilt.
The parade of colors.
The song of booms.
And the cold root beer.
The laughter and cheer.
Now i’m ready for next year.

I see nothing but
White
and icy flakes
going as fast as a rocket
down a vast vast hill

as I race down the long, lasting
Lively, hill i see objects
Wizz past me

I look down at my shaky legs
On the soft abundant powder
And the wind pushes me forward
Screaming at me

I’M GOING TO FAST I screamed
as I start to lose control
Just Turn! Said a familiar voice

Suddenly the world started
Spinning like I was in
A tornado
Then suddenly everything

Whent to a complete stop…

I had learned to ski

Butterflies and bees
Bouncing from flower to flower
Breathing deep with every hour
Beaming with joy, without any worries

She soars high
Sadness and grief
Someday I hope to reach
She’s in the clouds in the sky

Cancer is a gun
Can kill in one run
Can she come back
Can I see her again

I love her
I miss her
I think of her
I’d die for her

She is……
Special
Stunning
Shining
But……

falling…

Happiness is a thing with a sweet taste
Perching on your tongue
Making you jump with joy
As if you were very young

It doesn’t bring you pain
It tastes like freedom
Makes you happy in the brain
You savor the feeling
As if you were flying
This is the feeling of eating candy.

The mellow days are
exquisite, polished, secrete.
Their autumn wind will whisk you
upon your wildest dreams.

The mellow days are
beholden.
They are like a leaf that is leaping
from olive green to burnt amber.

The mellow days are
when sunscreen isn’t essential.
It is the time when candles are set alight,
and family kindles.

The mellow days are
when Texas comes to equality.

the brisk wind b l e w
the green leaves off the tree
to be replaced with beautiful orange ones
soon
the orange leaves go
F
a
l
l
i
n
g
like snowflakes in a snowstorm
millions of them cover the grass and lay there
untill
The air turns warm again and the colorful flakes
Turn back to
green.

I live in a world of dyslexia,
not many see this world.
The daily task of dyslexia
makes life double as hard.
Where words D
A
N
C
E on the page.

Words mispeled left and right,
when I read out loud nothing makes sense.
I leave off ings and I misplace commas
I read slower than everyone else

But I am creative,
and I am more curious,
and I think outside the box,
and I am aware of my environment,
and I see the bigger picture of everything.

My world with dyslexia isn’t perfect,
but not at all bad.
Sure there is some conflict,
but there are bonuses that add.

shhhh!
you whisper, wind whistling
through the eaves
feet crunching on
dry autumn leaves.

shhhh!
creeping through the
dark, damp alley
keep going
don’t dilly-dally.

shhhh!
the fog carries ghosts
looming overhead
one wrong step
and you could be mislead.

shhhh!
the abandoned building
towers above
silencing the world around
closing in like a glove.

shhhh!
blend with the shadows
melt into the wall
don’t listen to their hair-raising
howling call.

shhhh!
don’t tell a soul you saw me
don’t tell a soul you did.
don’t tell a soul you were here
hidden, off the grid.

shhhh!
delve into the darkness
for they have come at last
come, follow
and forget your past.

I saw the shoe so shiny,
With ribbons
Red as red velvet pie,
Um, excuse me, miss…
Cindy.
Could I get those pair of
Shoes
“Oh, certainly.
I’ll go ring these up for you”
Cha-
Ching
“Why here you go,”
Thank yo-
Um, excuse me,
There only one shoe.
“Oh no, another shoe lost!
My boss is going to kill me!
…
“Cinderella!!!”
The boss yelled.