2018-19 Submissions – Page 6

Happiness

Happiness is a disease, it spreads from person to
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Happiness spreads like a wildfire, it will burn out sadness.
Happiness can be poisoned, by hatred,
Hatred r t your mind, and sickens your soul.
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Happiness is as warm as a fire, and as fierce as a lion.
Happiness is hard to f d.
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Happiness is a like a bird, it soars throughout this world. WHOOSH!
Being happy is a treasure in this world, it is like a diamond.
Happiness is a gift, that is waiting to be opened.
Happiness is a disease, that attacks your heart, and fills it with joy.

Gorzycki Middle School

To Be

A hug
warm and fitted
cozy as a winter coat
A look
warm or mean
as a frigid icicle

A smile
warm or forced
kind or disgusted
welcoming or rude
And you think to yourself
better this than none
better than no sun
Trying even when you’re lying

To find your meaning
To become who you wish to be
To always take a stand even when standing alone
To be yourself

To love, To live, To laugh
To hug, To look, To smile

To BE.

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When Leaves Fall

Fly, fly, fly away
Leaves let go
From their silent branches
Shivering in despair
Trees prepare for snow

The whipping wind carries a sign
It is autumn now
But winter is soon to come
Trees bright performance ends
And they take a bow

Baldwin Elementary

Falling

Trees shed their bronze leaves
As snow f
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Silently sailing through the shadowy night
Colors spilling into the world
The brightness fights its final fight
As the snow is impearled

Soft and frosty under my feet
Covering the ground in a cozy blanket
In my tongue wonderful and sweet
Shining as bright as a golden trinket

Finally when the snow stops
When everything turns peaceful
And the snow ends with a final plop
An ending so graceful

When I’m Gone

The night is like a raven’s feathers,
The stars are a golden scrape of SHINE,
The sun is a song sung to all,
when the days run wild,
and the night has gone to sleep,

I remind myself everyday,
that when I’m gone,
I’ll never get to see,
the days run

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and when I’m gone,
I will get to see the beauty of the land,
vanish from the sand,
and feel the color from my eyes run dry,
as everything I love will disappear,
and all that’s left for me is fear.

Gorzycki Middle School

A Perfect Day

I hear the hoofbeats,
upon the flying dust.
I see the jump as it
comes closer into view.
I feel the jump under me,
as my horse and I sail over it.

With the wind pulling my hair
with it as it flies past.
The bright blue sky
has clouds swimming through it.
As colors paint the sky,
it’s a beautiful afternoon to be riding.

I can see the plants as they try
to fly but their roots stay grounded.
The trees stay still like thick metal poles.

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SPACE

SPACE is like nature,
they don’t need a lawmaker,
they both make their own rules,
and who tries to destroy them are fools,

like all things they have cycle,
it can move faster than a motorcycle,
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then b n g,
and the universe goes as cold as a clam,

a star has exploded,
and it’s just waiting to be remolded,

then everything is gone,
it’s cut of like grass on a lawn,
life is short so be a good sport.

Gorzycki Middle School

What I wish somebody said to me

I wish somebody sat me down and told me,
Listen people will drag you down and laugh at your pain,
Just smile and walk away.
People will call you names to see you cry
Just roll your eyes and walk away.
People might not accept you for who you are
Just say ok and walk away.
People will make your life hard and try to better you
Just pull through and you will make it
I wish somebody told me that

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The Quarter

I look up into the starry night
To see the quarter I dropped
Showering me in the silver light it shines.
The clouds cover the spotlight for the next scene
Where the wolf howls and the clock strikes thirteen.
I pick up the coin and watch the world swirl.

As the orb of night plunges to the horizon
The sunflower blooms,
shining the golden rays that seep into everyone’s room.
The hawk spreads its wings
To swim in its golden wave.
The gold doubloon’s blazing light
is like a bonfire burning bright.

But when I pluck the flower from the dirt mound
The whole world shifts around.
When the cold coin rolls over the flare,
The whole world goes dark.

again.

Gorzycki Middle School

The Blade

A sword sharp as night
As quick as the light
It shines in the dark
The clang of metal makes your fingers disembark
It falls with a clatter
The steel begins to shatter
You pick it up
And look at it closeup
A single crack
And with just a wack
The blade could snap
With just a single tap
You take it for a repair
But to your despair
It cannot be mended
So you buy a new one

Gorzycki Middle School