Category: 2018-19 Submissions

2017-18 Submissions

Popcorn

Popcorn,
popcorn.
Oh, the sweet, buttery smell.
When I’m sad, popcorn, I’m happy.
On a rainy day, popcorn, sun is bright.
All I can think about on Sunday.
When I smell the sweetness, kitchen, here I come!
Popcorn,
popcorn.
Oh, the sweet, buttery smell!

Zilker Elementary

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change.

orange

red,   

and

yellow.

whoosh

the sound makes against your ears.skin icy and refreshed.eyes bright as a diamond.

white

frozen

air

whoosh

now the colorful leaves turn into to white colorless piles of snow.
the nice refreshing air that made your skin breath is now suffocating in the winter chill. the once bright spirit is now a dull soul.
seasons change. people change.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

If You Could Speak To Me

If you could speak to me Oh the things I would say, For the hours we’d talk All done in a day.

Tic•Toc

If you could speak to me, now While you prance with me,
You’d love me like lips to a song Like the tides love the ocean and the sea.

Whoosh….

If you could speak to me
A tear should never drop, You could never cry like the rain But I would never stop.

d r i p

d r o p

So since you can’t speak to me No words left to convey, For the hours we rest
In silence we say

Shhhhhh…

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Trapped in the Water’s Dance

Crashing, arched waves shaking the sea floor with their dance
Trapping you in where you can only hear The Ocean’s music,
The Ocean’s eyes on you like a person across the room,
The Ocean is hungry for her prey from above;

Diving down wondering what lies below, which step to take next
The waters controlling you with they rhythmic beat,
Luring you in to be stuck there forever,
Her movement, a rat tat tat from the bass drum she plays,
Now you can’t escape
Her beauty, forcing us to come down with her; the same steps over
and over

The Ocean’s creatures, her children, come for us, swimming as we sink
Into a pit of despair, no room for air where we survive;
Stop her waltz, gain back control
Quit her dance, end your time with her

All is well on land, free with your feet
The Ocean has new prey to trick
No more bricks on your back while you swim; make your own moves
Only watch The Ocean from afar, safe on solid ground
She will never truly leave you; you will still dance for her
But now you’re on your own

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Life

Life

A pencil

Purchased shiny, sharp, new

Then life begins

The wear and tear starts

Grinding down on the lead

Eventually it gets sharpened

Eventually can’t come soon enough

This repeats for quite some time

Then it’s useless

Junk

Trash

It’s thrown away

A shell of its former self

Forgotten, Replaced

Gone.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Life is a roller coaster

Life is sometimes sad
Life is sometimes happy
Life is an emotional roller coaster
You’re always on the edge of your seat
You never know what will come next.

Sometimes you go out of your comfort zone
Sometimes you are a little too comfortable
Sometimes you just don’t know anymore.
When you are happy you feel like you are dancing on the ceiling
When you are sad you just want to hide and cuddle up in a blanket

Life can be like a rainbow – energetic, exciting and happy!
Life can also be like a knife stabbing you in the back.
But you have to push through it
You learn new lessons every day
That’s just part of life.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

2013 ASTROS (or 2018 RANGERS?)

You’re trying but you can’t
At least not yet you can’t. You lose a lot
Your fans go home sad and crying
You watch teams celebrate on your own home field.
But now it’s time for a comeback
It will take a few years but you’ll win games.
You might even win the biggest game in baseball
Keep reaching for the stars.
Keep trying.
Keep having hope.
Keep dreaming.
You will win.

Blanton Elementary School

4

Morning Sounds

When I wake up, I hear the sounds
dancing through the air
the barking of the hounds
that are gnawing on an old lawn chair.

I hear the birds chirping
and the lawn mowers mowing
and the neighbor’s office converting
into a new bedroom for their family that is growing.

I walk downstairs to get some food
and almost trip over my sister’s bears.
I say to her, “You’re screwed.”

She gives me an attempt at a glare
as I hear the sounds in the air.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Hope

Hope is
a dream
Like a warm cup of hot chocolate
Snow falling
D
O
W
N
To the white ground
Like bubbles floating against a blue sky

Beautiful bluebonnets in the green grass
The sun shining and smiling for all the world to see
The morning dew sparkling in the morning sunlight
Hope is one of the most magical things
Hope is one of life’s greatest miracles

Gorzycki Middle School

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