2017-18 Submissions – Page 47

blue

dark as the depths of the sea
slow as a deadly glacier
royal, powerful, grounded
cold as an icy blizzard on bare skin

blue is the deepest of sleep, dreamless
blue is the grace of a ballet dancer on stage, nameless
blue is a salty taste on your tongue
blue is steady breathing, calling out in silence
blue is creases crowning eyes of an elder, frameless

unsettling as bruises, beaten badly backwards, black and blue
wicked as the plot of a movie, retching your heart, warping your mind
calm, quiet, in control
shocking as the thunder, preparing for petrifying pops of lightning

blue is mesmerizing paint drenching fingers, now hued
blue is pouring rain, lingers a sombering mood
blue is the calm before the storm
blue darkens the sky towards night
blue is unknown faces in a crowd, untouched and nude

blue drags you down to the beach to watch the waves
‘cause you may only be alive a few more days

Bailey Middle School

8th

Deep Blue

Oh what we can imagine…
Oh the Deep Blue
Waves,
Tide,
Sand,
Sun,
Water,
SPLASH!
Paradise,
Fish,
Sharks,
“AHHH!”
Shells
“Aaaaouuuu Pretty!!!”

Oh what the Deep Blue contains

What does the Big Ocean Blue really contain?
Monsters?
Dreams?
Fear?
Treasure?
We don’t know,
anything could be hiding and lurking in the water.

We can only know so much,
about the Deep Blue

I believe the Waves, the Ocean, and the Deep Blue,
all withhold…

Secrets!
Imagination!

The ocean can withhold anything you want it to,
Deep Blue

Gorzycki

Tell Me The Story About Me

You were there
Holding me,
Feeding me,
Loving me,
Showing me that you cared
I lived trying to find out
How I wasn’t fully developed
I asked questions
But you denyed
I used to live in fear
Trying to figure out the otherside
Why, why
Couldn’t you tell me
It took so long
For you to try and get the courage to tell me
Because you love me
The day I was born
The crash
The hospital
The helicopter
The lungs
There you were
Holding me
Smiling
Cherishing the moment
There you were telling me the story about me

Ann Richards School

7th

Angel

The world is silent
The sky is blue
But the ground is as white
As clouds

Wing appear around you
Beautiful forms fill your vision
You see a light so bright
You look away

What surrounds you
Is softer then clouds
As sold as rock
But as beautiful as…..

Angels
Angels are what surround you
Are what you see

Angels
As beautiful as
Angels

Ann Richards School for Young Women

7th

Bear

Bear
I push myself
Deeper into the couch,
Not wanting to turn on the TV,
But I do,
Read the news headline,
Over and over again,
Not being able to process the thought,
I turn around ask my mom what it means,
But she says she does not want to talk about it,
But she’s just hiding from reality,
I turn back to the screen,
Try to find the felling,
But it comes to quickly,
Just as the bear’s claw did,
Sunk into my back
The wobbling screams,
The scarlet blood drops on the dirt road.

Ann Richards

7th

Unappricated Notes

He doesnt play the stage
The stage played them
Crying with the unappricated music
Making a last ditch effort to unuse it
He wants a half note, not the measure
Unplayed whole notes, death to a bar
Heart pounding, with wooden sounds About to burst into a trillion pounds
On him
Passion is the first thing he has
Nervousness is his third curse
Music second to none
Best at none
A slave to the notes
A rage to the notes condition
No one listens to a musician

Anderson

Old Black Saab

Old black Saab
By Miles S.

Old black Saab,
I’m so glad you are gone,
You smelled like gasoline,
Your headlight was out,
You sucked a lot!

I never really liked you,
My mom didn’t want you
But she got you anyway.
You got pooped all over,
You were beat and torn,
Scratched and broken

You were kind of sad,
You didn’t smell new or anything close to it,
You smelled old,
I have a new car now.
I don’t have to worry about getting stranded
in the middle of nowhere.

Zilker Elementary

Chlorine

Chlorine
by Orla T

In line at Kalahari lugging a heavy tube,
uncomfortable from the dampness which is copying my mood,
Trying to talk over the noise which is ringing in my ears.

Fog hovering in the air and threatening to give us aches, making it very clear they’re offering no mistakes.

Mom bugging us to drink more water,
While my skin’s drying hot and fast,
Making it feel like it’s rock
and planted in the ground with no one to dig it up.

Zilker Elementary

my grilled cheese

my grilled cheese
has all the qualities.
smelly…
cheesy…
tasty…
it fill me with the light
i could eat it all night.
all in one bite.
all gooys and cut
i wish my mom could make it more often but…
shes busy as a bee
no more grilled cheese for me.
my brother ate my last slice
which wasnt very nice

gorzycki middle

7th

Risk

I walk along a
straight path
I see a Box
But what lies within
Fame?
Fortune?
trash?
I can not be sure
But should i take that chance?
I could lose it all
I could become famous
Or i can live the life i have
Who knows what will happen
I open the Box
I took the chance

gorzycki