Category: 2019-20 Submissions

Pep rallies

The bell goes D
I
N
G, and we all go crazy,
we get this vibe, this sensation, this feeling
that twists and turns in your body so freely and wild.

You get to the gym and it is like a wild
world full of different emotions. You are also feeling
different drum beats inside your heart and it’s so crazy!

When it comes to an end, you get relieved that feeling
is gone in a dash, just like The Flash! Suddenly wild
cheers begin to appear that drive us all crazy!

Even though there is such a crazy, wild, feeling, you get a break from class and get to play around.

Moving away

My tears dripped from my eyes,
Like rain that falls from the sky
Like the water that dripped when I was baptized
Those tears fell in the middle of July.
Why did she leave me-
Going so far away,
This is no time for your Yippies-
Why does it have to be today?

Even though she’s leaving it will be okay,
She’s just moving away-
We can meet halfway-
Now it is time for hooray!
I can still see her and she can still see me-
Yippie!

Gone

The hawk sat in his tree,
Inside of the ditch unliked by all,
A baby goat wondering saw the hawk,
Intrigued he walked into the ditch,
The hawk screeched,
The baby goat was filled with fear like a balloon filled with air,
The hawk flew over the goat,
He beckoned “You’re mine now!”
He picked up the goat with his sharp talons,
The goat wriggled struggling to break free,
The hawk flew higher and higher,
Drip-drip-drip the blood spilled from the goat staining the hawk’s talons,
the goat stuttered “Why?”
The hawk calmly stated “it’s what I do.”

The Ride

“Hi, are you Greg?”
“Yes, I’m Greg.”
“Wow, your very scaly Greg.”
“Why, yes I am.”
“And what a big car you have.”
“Yeah you could say that.”
The more I looked.
The more I examined him
The more I looked around
I realized I was
I was
In a car with GODZILLA.
“I uh, have to go Greg.”
SCREECH,
The car came to a halt.
“I know thats why I’m your
Uber driver.”

Bread

Bread is the OOO the AAA
its cripy golden brown crust
the prefect glaze shield of butter

sprinkles of salt that are spread evenly among the top
the soft fluffy center like a cumulus cloud
and with each bite you take the warmth wraps
you up as if you were in a soft cozy blanket

and while you eat this perfect slice of bread
in your imaginary cozy blanket you think of
all you creative wonders swimming throughout
your courageous mind.

The Pencil Pouch Mess

What’s in my pencil pouch?
Two dried up markers
That I haven’t thrown away,
A black sharpie
That is now a faded blue,
And a small roll of tape
That I can’t find the beginning of.

A half used eraser
With drawings and holes,
That is as hard as a rock,
A pair of tiny scissors
The size of a toothpick.

Some little doodles
On scrap paper and sticky notes,
A whole bunch of pencils,
Missing their erasers and lead.

The Beautiful Branch

There was once a branch, the branch I walk past everyday.
I always notice how tight it holds on to the tree in every way.
But no matter how tight it grasps the tree,
It could jump to the ground any day like a kid scraping his knee.

The branch is beautiful, it looks like a flower on a sunny day.
It has dark smooth brown bark,
and every color leaf you could imagine.
I watch as it slowly dances in the wind.

One stormy day as I pass by the tree,
I stop, because the branch was staring at me.
Watching the branches sway side to side,
Until all of a sudden, BOOM! Lightning cried
And strikes the branch to suddenly drop.

I watch as the leafs slowly fall off and
the branch loses the color over time,
It looks like the sky on a gloomy day.
Now every morning I pass by the tree
I remember the beautiful branch,
and I will never forget the day it fell.