Category: 2016-17 Submissions

Way back then
We would have never ending summers
Excitement for others
And there were small bummers
Way back then
The only heels I knew were Heelys
And now nothing appeals
Way back then
Kim Possible was possible
And life was comical
Remember way back then?

When dose minimum requirement become maximum effort.

Each poem 10 lines that all you have to write or is all you can write.

Not 9, not 11, 10 that’s all I need to make something that gets to the point and that gets a grade above a B.

But when dose 10 lines become all that you can create to to make a something that you think is great.

I believe in happiness, enjoying your own quirks,
the stars and the infinity beyond.
I believe in expression, showing yourself,
your true self, not the downgraded you.
I believe in pride,
not onlt gay pride,
but the pride within yourself.
I believe in me,
that I can do what I want.
I believe in me,
I believe in me.

Broken

I close my eyes and lay back
I know I’m not on the right track
Broken heart shatter like a mirror
My soul is empty and it turns me into terror
This is not me but this is what I’ve become
I was like a flower into the sun
Then darkness rolled in and step on my root to start over
It doesn’t stop it keeps going
Every time my life goes good it becomes broken
Pain, hate and revenge I seek in my eyes
Saying I love you,Oh I know that was a lie
You look at me cry, tears down my face
I know you wouldn’t care at this case
I wipe my tears, pick my head up
I’ll tell you the truth straight up
You hurt me once but not again
Because this is where I begin

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croockett

11th

I am a courageous astronaut
I wonder what lies in the unknown
I hear the whoosh of large asteroids flying past me
I see our beautiful, shining planet
I want to experience great wonders
I am a brave explorer

I pretend I have made friends with aliens
I feel happy that I achieved my dream of space exploration
I touch the samples of distant planets that I brought back
I worry that they will be ruined
I cry with joy at the prospect of going to unexplored parts
I am excited about my adventures

I understand I am tiny compared to the universe
I tell myself, you will soon set foot on land
I dream of being well known
I desire to see everything till the edge of the galaxy
I hope I will return to Earth soon
I am a courageous astronaut

We are made of atoms.
Atoms, dancing delicately together to compose flesh and blood and feelings and us.
There was a time when we didn’t exist, when we were nothing but a daydream created by the universe.
And then our parents met and their atoms came together and created us, creatures who’s existence seems far too complex to be possible.
But we’re here.
Billions and billions and billions of atoms perfectly working together, composing the music of life better than any symphony.
If we’re all made of the same atoms brought together in different ways, why are our lives built on bringing down others who aren’t the same as us?
Gender, skin color, sexual orientation,
Being different doesn’t mean we are broken,
Because in the end, we are all the same, fighting our way through existence on a planet working to bring us down.
Our atoms bring us together, so why do we act so apart?

You’re the full on collision ,I faced everyday
you’re the glacier that sunk me
I had to swim my way back to happiness
The shivering and loneliness that entered my system made me realize i didn’t need you
My mind was my life vest
My family was the last life boat available
Happiness didn’t come until after the fallout
The struggling I did for three years , you didn’t care , you sunk me everyday, you shot me down, you stabbed me with what i thought was love, little did I know you got what you wanted
You have something I wish I never gave you
I want to thank you, not for wasting my time but for making me stronger
I had survived the titanic just hope you can do the same, because like all the tears that had fallen because of you, we aren’t falling for you again.

He rests his hand mid thigh
And the tree beings to quiver
The wind grows colder
The tree begins to sigh as it gets older
Give way
To rot and decay
Collapse under hand
Where barley a breath has passed
For him
Long live the fae
For what
Does eternity know of an hour?
In one breath span
Dead and back again
Still he sits
In a forest younger than him
Dead and back again
Each human lifetime a wink
They’ve forgotten
Like amnesia
All the important things
But then
What does eternity know of an hour?
Dead and back again
With barley a glimpse of what the fae know
With barley a glimpse of what the stories tell
Dead and back again
A life for show
To dead men