Category: 2018-19 Submissions

Shivering; the embodiment of fear.
Hopeful, praying he won’t be next.
Whimpering, as another friend has been stolen, erased
Another drop spilled, in an endless body of water.
Or blood…
Over time, the endless source becomes shallow
And no more of it is available, as it’s all been used up.
As the weeks went by like months, there was no one left for him to talk to
Or to plea for help.
There was no avoiding his fate
And no longer was the question who;
But when?

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

she hides her flaws
she hides herself
one layer of makeup
two layers of makeup
three layers of makeup
she’s gone.
she fakes her smile
she holds back her tears
worried her makeup will wash away
for every morning
she looks in her closet
wondering.
“who will I be Today?”

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

You
You are my Everything
my Love my Light
my Life

but you are gone
6 feet
under
the ground taunts me
tells me that you’ll be back
but i know the ground is wrong i will not see you again
in this life

You were the candle that lit the way for me
You a picture perfect person smart funny and important to me

cockadoodldoo a new day begins, a day without You

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Gorizycki Middle School

7

Stewart
Still loved and still gone
Cries still falling
D
O
W
N
Every day of the week,
So sleepy, so sweet
You daydreamed like a koala
But only black and brown
You could not handle yourself
So we had to put you
D
O
W
N
Stewart

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Drip, drip
The sound of tears
Echoing down the halls.
Everyone staring,
No one bothering
To help the broken soul.
Pushing the tears away,
Standing up,
Only to fall back down again.
Tattered clothes,
Dirty face,
Broken wings,
Shattered heart-
A devil.
It’s all the others see,
A devil’s face.
Afraid,
Scared out of their minds,
So fake.
No one cares,
About a stupid devil.
Everyone brushing by,
Hurting her,
Ignoring her,
Slowly killing her.
‘I’m fine’
Hoping that she could mean it some day,
She smiles.
A forced smile,
Everyone will believe she’s happy.
Angels with demonic souls,
Not bothering to even smile at her.
Tears slip down her cheeks but she stands up
And she walks as if nothing ever happened.
But who cares?
As long as it’s just a tear-
A devil’s tear.

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Walsh Middle School

6

THUD
p
I wake u scared, someone is in my house
My beloved brick house, that i grew in is being broke into
And I creep down
The
Stairs I see it
A BIG RED bag
My thoughts are going CrAzy and JumbledupTogether
I ask him what he’s doing
“This is a dream”
p
I wake u and its
Christmas
I secretly knew that he was as real as you and me
And every christmas after that
I have the same dream

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Girls are like
R
A
I
N
Drops
We can only go so long until we
B-r-a-k-e.
Plus we are mostly fake.
People think they can predict us but
They are so wrong.

We can brighten your day
Or make it gloomy
Until you see our natural
Beauty

Yet people still think
We are toys
So they play with us
Until we fly away.

And they like that better
Because they get to see the
A I N B O
R W
Which is prettier anyway.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

My feet dangle from the tree
With an old trunk
And in orange leaves.

I listen to the crickets chirp
And the birds sing.
It is almost like they
Are singing to me.

The wind blows gently in my hair
Almost like the it is whispering a secret to me.
THEN
I feel the wind
Pick up
And the tree starts to sway.

The wind is stronger now and
It is almost screaming at me to get down.
But I am frozen
Like a picture in it’s frame.

I whisper to the wind “please stop”

THEN
I feel the wind
Slow down
And the trees stop swaying.

The wind is now whispering again
And I respond “thank you”

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

the ground is dense
the sky is cloudy

the sky is like a big grey pillow
a sad boy is in the window
sitting and waiting for his dog to come back

GONE

he thinks he wont be back
the boy waits for years
but he isnt coming back
until one day he heard a bark outside
he
O
P
E
N
E
D
his door
he and his dog were reunited

FOREVER

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Camping on the weekend after a long week at school
The great outdoors where nature can rule

Rivers running smoother than glass
Swimming happily as my worries pass

Tree branches like arms that wave in the wind
I climb to the top with no plan to
D
E
C
E
N
D

Cool breeze blowing as the campfire roars
Helps to relax me as I toast my smores

Camping is a getaway from everyday stress
When i’m outdoors I truly feel blessed

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Gorzycki Middle School

7