Category: 2020-21 Submissions

Why are you scared, child?
Is it the roar of inhalation?
The endless consumption?
The little turning, creaking wheels?
The gray tail that curls and twitches?

You used to be so rough
with unyielding shouts
to thwart the noise and keep the wheels at bay.

Did you shrink while your body has grown?
Didn’t your teeth and fingernails sharpen?

The machine has entered the living room
yet you cower.
I will lead you if you need help.
I’ll scream, so you’ll regain your voice.
I’ll bite the white plastic surface.
I’ll tear it with my claws.
And the machine will crouch, fearful in the corner.
And the glue will give out.

Its pieces will hit the ground
and lay apart
while we sit on the carpet before the couch
in the falling dust of our triumph.

I try,
I control,
I command…
But a magic spell controls my actions.

Spongy cake,
Glazed donuts,
Chocolate chip cookies,
Making my tummy rumble.

I have self control,
I really do!
I am made 100%
It’s true!

But as I look back,
It seems
As if
It
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I’ll tell you,
You must trust me,
THE DOG ATE IT.

Storms come on like a bumble bee.
It stings you
then it hurts a bit
then it gets better
And the pain goes away.

Under the porch,
Is my dog, Rigby
She runs, plays, and bites
Finally, she takes a nap
She loves to sleep, since she is a puppy
She takes 2 to 3 of them a day
On the couch, On the porch,
Snoring away happily,
My dog, Rigby, sleeps away peacefully

Night has fallen
Equality has too
We decide it is time to go

One item, food, water
The woods awaits
We enter it
So cold and dreary

After a long walk we sleep
One stays awake to watch
In my head a dream plays
A dream about what has happen to those who got caught

It is dark and scary
Its is loud as words thunder off each other
At the same time everyone is quiet and stiff

There is no way to escape
Many of the people coming are revolting, but they will soon become silent

You are forced to work, and if you can’t you will never work again
It is called the final solution, but it is more like a continuous problem
You do not have the right to choose

but the world does
the world must choose either to make, change, to make it stop or see similar people to you and me have to say goodbye
Now that that is in the past it is up to us

The sun sets
The girl wishes on a star for love to love her when no one can
My hope my dream
The moon starts to say
I give you the world in which you have at your fingertips.
Run the world then take a bit more love for yourself
jumble the words in your mind and feel the waves of sound soak in.

The cat wishes on a star for love to love her when no one can
My hope my dream
The moon starts to says
I give you the world in which you have at your pawtips
Run the world then take a bit more love for yourself
jumble the words in your mind and and feel the waves of sound soak in.
They both long for a friend
In the mist of the morning they wonder out
The weather seems to feel their sadness as the day is gloomy
With the little sprinkles tapping on the girls light brown hair she stops
The cat strolls through a small alleyway
The tiny sprinkles of water brushing through her fur
The cat stops
The girl has found what she longed for
The cat too
The sun peeked out and seemed to whisper joy, happiness
Flowers began to sprout and grow all within the cobblestone road
The girl and the cat never lost the happiness that came to them in the small alley way

He lays in the grass
a glimmering nose
the warmth of the sun on his fur
the sunbath of glory

ED, Willow, whatever you may want to call him
He controlled my head like my heart controls my body
Crying everyday, weak as spaghetti, skinny like a toothpick, Counting my footsteps
I finally had to let him go
It was saying goodbye to my dearest oldest friend
Never to be seen again
But now I see it all now that you’re gone
You are an expert at lying, I even believed you
You paint me a beautiful picture then ruin it with your cold hands
I lived in your games but you changed the rules every single day
Making a young girl cry like that is wrong, if only you weren’t in my life, I would be a normal child, but no, you decided to take my heart for your own steal it, hide it, I couldn’t find it.
Thank you for the worst years of my life.
I was blinde, clearly, but of course, I couldn’t see that.
I now stop answering your calls in my head,
Goodbye,
FOREVER

shiny sharp blades and a thick handle the scissors peacefully lay on the floor
waiting to be picked up so they can pull apart the paper with a ripppp in a clean shape.A little girl picks up the thick plastic handles running through the halls
as her mother shouts after her “wait, walk, hold them with two hands!”

At the end of the day the scissors are returned to their place so they can rest for the next day
but what happens when the scissors are not peaceful but violent and lightly cut through you
what happens to them?
Peaceful or harmful the scissors are always used and then left to harmlessly rest at the end of the day that is why I love scissors.

I walk to the door and it is open,
I walk inside and I am frightened,
I look around and I am roped in,
I see the clutter and I am tightened

Socks, pant, shirts, you name it, the more I look I am hoping
This treacherous mess is not mine
The more I look the more I cry.
As I try to come up with a rhyme
I hear a boom behind my head
As I realize this is my mess instead