Category: 2018-19 Submissions

You arrive.
White coats,
Blue scrubs,
Fake smiles.

You tell yourself that you’re
ready.
Ready for the news.
News that will change your life,
or determine if you’ll have a life.

But when the words,
emotions,
studders
S
L
I
P…

Lips quiver like an unsturdy board,
Eyes fill like a brand new pool,
Heart’s heavy like a 4,000 pound weight,
Body’s cold like frozen over ice.

You pinch yourself to prove this is a dream.
But sure enough…

It’s not.
It’s real.
Very real.
Extremely real.

Then you sit there.
Like a broken bone,
not knowing how to heal from the
wound.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Where I’m from
Sydney Ann Parsons
I am from TV
From fabuloso and dove hand soap
I am from the small looking house on the corner of a street that smells like fall fell from heaven
I am from the poinsettias in my window
The rose bush in my front yard
Whose sticks I stepped on stabbed my feet
I’m from late nights on christmas eve and “who can hold their breath the longest?”
From Jack and Emily
I’m from biting nails and yelling
And from consequences for talking back
I am from don’t suck your thumb or your teeth will fall out and leave me alone i’m playing my games
And your worth it
I’m from ham on thanksgiving
I’m from Minnesota
And from saying what we are thankful for on thanksgiving
I’m from hey buddha belly and I wanna squeeze you in two pieces
I’m from Emily Ann Parsons

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

“fresh” bread rolls fill the thick, steamy air
waiting for what seems like hours to get watery slop
pointing to what I want, and trying not to gag from the nasty food

making room for people to fit, looking at my messy tray of food
remembering the smell of clean fresh air
hearing the plop noise of the lunch lady putting plate after plate of slop

thinking of this mornings breakfast and how it compares to this slop
can food smell this bad? can food taste this terrible? but food is food.. right?
typing my lunch code in, walking out of this metal cage, and gasping for cool air

slapping my tray down onto the table, seeing the thick air evaporate off of my plate, while the slop is devouring my utensils, waiting for a bite.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

I hate celery a lot
Because
It’s gross
It tastes like rotten trash
It tastes like a garbage can and raw fish
It’s that bad
I get grossed out when people eat it
Because it is so terribly bad
I don’t understand how you could enjoy it
It’s really bad.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Life is like a ball
It goes
Up
And
Down
And back again
You just have to get a grip on the ball and hold it
S
T
E
A
D
Y
But, if you drop the ball again
It will go
Up
And
Down
And that will make it harder to get a grip on it again
And you struggle and struggle until
You
Catch
It
And that’s just like life
You
D
R
O
P
It and pick it
U
P
So know that your life is balanced
You wait
Until you drop the ball once more.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

School is like a basketball game
Your player scores on you,
Like when you fail a test
You miss easy shots,
When you miss your bus
You get blocked,
Like when you don’t have anyone to sit with at lunch
WHEN YOU LOOSE,
When you fail the 6 weeks test.
BUT you get up and play another game

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Watching as the trees below me get smaller
the snow falls swiftly to the ground
like teardrops
g
n
i
s
i
r
higher and higher
as the cold ice hits my face
sharp blades against my cheeks.
watching as everyone slides gracefully down the mountain.
with poles in their hands.
And the trees dance with the cold winter wind.
I inhale the cool, crisp air
and watch.
then realize,
winter is all i need.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Warm wind whistles and whirles
Ocean waves twinkle and twirl
Oh how calm and pretty,
I never want to leave this city
Hot sand burning my feet
And the coconuts, oh so sweet
For this is the picture that rests on my head
As I lay silently, in my bed
Wishing I could be there
In a striped beach chair
But I’m here in he freezing cold
“Don’t forget your jacket!” My mom scolds
I grab some hot cocoa, and make the best
I mean, at least I don’t have a school test!

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

My baby,
Sweet, loyal, adventurous,
You’ll always be my leading lady.
And, will be for the next century.

You know you are the best,
Even when you are sad,
To have you, I am blessed.
Though you may sometimes be bad,

I love you.
From your sharp claws that sometimes scratch me,
That don’t need any shoes,
To your wet, little nose, which wants more turkey

Don’t you ever say goodbye,
Because I will love you till the day i die.

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Gorzycki

7

The walls are dull, like w o r n o u t knives.
Some lights are br
ok en.
You’re coopedup in a small room
For what seems like h o u r s at a time.
You’re bored to
d.e.a.t.h…
But when you think about lunch you
BURST out of your cell
Faster than lightning.
The warm, golden food looks SO good…
Until you realize,

It’s not supposed to be warm,
And it’s not so golden after all.
You don’t like it, but you ask for more.

But soon you find yourself right
back
Where you started, where
The walls are dull, like w o r n o u t knives.
Some lights are br
ok en.
And you’re thinking about lunch.

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Gorzycki Middle School

7