Category: 2017-18 Submissions

2017-18 submissions

Middle School Romance

In my mind i have a picture and in that picture i see, the world below me with the sun beginning to set as the afternoon begins to turn to evening. There are gorgeous white clouds covering the blue sky and middle school romance fills the air.

In my mind i have a picture and in that picture i see, houses as far as the eye can see, some with swimming pool, some with trampolines. You can see the highways full of cars stuck in traffic. Out of the corner of your eye you can see a school.

In my mind i have a picture and in that picture i see, the school that i now know is a middle school with cars and school buses parked in front, impatiently waiting for the school bell to ring.

In my mind i have a picture and in that picture i see, the beautiful bright green grass and through the windows of this middle school you can see impatient students watching the clock count down the seconds until the end of school.

In my mind i have a picture and in that picture i see, the boy who i’ve had a crush on for weeks, who i could now label my “boyfriend”. As i approach him, i look into his gorgeous green eyes and realize he is the one for me. Suddenly he asks for my hand, as i reach my hand out all the butterflies flying in my stomach stop and my heart melts directly in my chest. He tells me that he loves me and i say it back because i really do love him. Our eyes meet again and he leans in. As our lips meet, sparks fly and i feel like fireworks are going off all around me. That moment is now known in my mind as the best moment in my entire life.

Bailey Middle School

07

The Tenth Floor Tradgedy

We were all working as hard as we could
So we could get paid and go home
But one day a fire started
No one noticed until it was to late
This is how it all began

We all had to decide our fate
We had to either burn to death
Or jump to our death
I wasn’t ready to end my life this way
But if this was what god wanted for me
Then i had to accept it

As i headed off into my after life
I looked down at all the mourning families
Who had lost people they loved
And i sent them my faith and sympathy
That is the story of the tenth floor tragedy

Bailey Middle School

07

Where I’m From

I am from flipping on sweaty gymnastics mats
From tarte shimmery makeup palettes and crowded couches.
I am from watching tv, dad not being around, and dog slobber.

I am from orchids and from long grass.
From waking up early on Christmas day and from funny, obnoxious jokes.
From Emily and Wayne.
I am from biting nails and from snapchat, from don’t talk back and give me your phone.
I’m from missing Dad’s and family.

I’m from family in East Texas, from chili and burgers.
From kayaking with friends and laughter.
I am from Minnetonka, Minnesota.

Gorzycki Middle School

6

2037

It was time
Everyone is coming back
There was one house
And in that houses yard
Was a trombone
Sparkling in the beautiful sun
It was very vague who had lived there
But when you get closer
You will find a frame
With a happy family
And a girl with a trombone in hand
When you move closer
There is a shattered picture of a little girl
With a smile as large as space
In the backyard a swimming pool
Surrounded by a overgrown garden
With gorgeous, yet dead roses
Floating in the swimming pool
Is a stuffed bear
With the year 2006 sewn into its foot
Everyone wonders who lived there
Until later that day
Drives up a red Suburban

Bailey Middle School

07

Tailored Suits

Your ironed suits,
Always at your best,
And your sons and daughters
Following in your footsteps.

You may be slow on land,
Only waddling.
But in the water,
You
Slice it, dice it, splice it
Away from those land predators
Who call themselves
Experts, Explorers,
Humane.

Their suits crumple within hours
So they
Iron it, starch it, dye it,
Never satisfied until
It’s perfect,
For them.

Filling, wasting, trashing
The Earth
They don’t realize
We live here, too.

And they cage us,
Throw us,
Into a flying machine
And are flown
Across oceans
To San Francisco
Where there are animals
From everywhere
And nowhere.

Slowly all of our suits will disappear,
And they will try to match us
But nature doesn’t answer to anyone.

Farewell, tailored suits

L.C. Anderson High School

9th

Wings

Birds’ wings flutter in my chest
Their high trills
And songs fill my lungs

They tell me I’m sick
They tell me I have trouble breathing

So I am not allowed to run,
Go up stairs quickly,
Jump rope.

But I know the truth,
I am alive.

And birds sing
In my lung’s trees.
The beautiful trees
Filled with red syrup,
Pulsing with light.

I am told my lungs
Just don’t work.
I’ll need to replace them.

But I’ll miss these birds

They sing
Even though I can’t.
They fly
Even though I can’t.
They can live
Even though I can’t.

L.C. Anderson High School

9th

Rock And Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution

I come here every day.
I hardly get to play.
Sitting in my chair listening to you.
While you criticize what I like to do.

You always compare one thing to another.
It really makes me wonder,
Is this what I want to do when I get older?
My dreams keep getting colder.

If I quit, will I find a solution?
This place is full of noise pollution.
Rock and Roll is my passion.
In this place I don’t get much satisfaction.

“I am the walrus,’’ isn’t that a Beatle line?
I just sit here while wasting my time.
Coming to this place is so hard.
All I want to do is rock my guitar.

Gorzycki

6