Category: 2020-21 Submissions

The boxes under my bed,
In them mementos from all my years,
They’re dusty, overflowing, and brown
They are a timeline full of all the events in my life,
They hide under my bed waiting to be pulled out,
They might seem boring and old, but inside is a story waiting to unfold,
I remember seeing them under my bed when something rolls under and gets lost,
They’re a keeper of good times and tragedy’s that are forgotten and want to be remembered,
The boxes under my bed.

Sometimes I wonder
why we tend to our flowers,
And fences,
And pets,
And sometimes trees,
But grass just gets stepped on.
Is it because it’s small?
Flowers are small.
Is it because it’s green?
Pet turtles are green.
It’s not that hard to take care of,
Like fences.
And flowers.
And pets.
Sometimes I wonder
If grass is like the sheets
Under the blankets
on my bed,
Shoved beneath the rest of the world
Forgotten.
Sometimes I wonder
If God really wanted grass
To be trampled
After all the hard work it does.
Maybe it was supposed to stay
Wild and tall,
And free.
But we should know by now,
People like to be taller than everything else,
So they cut things down.

My fake plant sits on my desk
Watching me stress over school.
I got it one day to jazz up around my room like a glitter bomb
Hoping one day it will bloom.

But then I remember that it’s a fake plant and can’t even grow.
I think of many spots to put plants around my room.
So maybe, just maybe one day I will get responsible enough to get a real plant
And watch it flow.

There are four main categories to the game:
Finishing
Shooting
Play-making
and Defense.
Each one has a unique way to play.
Finishing- I finish, like the ball is my baby, and I was sent here on Earth to make it go into the hoop.
Shooting- I shoot the ball like a graceful swan gliding in the water.
Play-making- I pass the ball as if my teammate needs the ball to survive and I have extra.
I dribble the ball so if the defense tries to take it, then I fight back.
Defense- I play defense like what they have is mine, and my goal is to stop them from scoring to take back my possession.
The Game- Is played as if Michelangelo was sculpting the David, with concentration, precise chips in the stone, and making things bigger than others, so when you look at it from a perspective,
its a beautiful masterpiece.
Basketball is an art form, done right, and its an extraordinary sight.

Pool oh pool
Your covered by a net
Your freezing by the touch
Don’t you want to get in
I think it’s time to take off the net
And jump in!
COLD!TOO COLD! time to get out
A stupid choice I knew it would be!
Next time I wait till summer,
Till summer dawns us with its warm wishes

Plastic bags, just sitting there, waiting to be used. Plastic bags, don’t have feelings, mouths to talk, and can never be heard. Plastic bags, flowing in through the wind and not getting payed attention to. Plastic bags, getting littered, not getting picked up or looked at. Stop and think, what if you wanted to be heard but no one listed. Plastic bag.

On the couch
The predator lies down,
Streching out far
arms longer then ever,
Claiming her territory,
making growling
hissing noises,
Flat on her stomach,
With her little
feet kicking,
She makes a wheezing noise
as I sit on her,
Yelling for our parents to help her.

Under my pillow,
amethyst,
humming softly,
waiting,
standing still,
like a rock.
If it really is a rock.
Exudes its quiet aura,
if it really is quiet.
Letting its magic,
if it really is magic,
seep slowly,
into my sheets,
like water.
Maybe it will dry,
but not before I notice
the unrest
on my bed.
Sometimes,
I prefer rocks.

on the warm green grass
there is a girl with some sass
she plays with her ball
and try´s not to fall
SMACK!
she hits the ground
as her eyes fill with tears
I peer from upstairs
and see what’s the matter
her eyes glistening and glossy
spill all over my shirt
great.
just great.
I am wet on the grass,
on the warm green grass.

Stranger things

hanging in the upside down while dustin and suzy rock out,
trying to stop the russian from opening the barrier and letting the demogorgons about
steve and robin are watching back to the future after escaping from the lab their sailor outfits are kind of drab,Back
at starcourt mall the mind flayer is starting a brawl with eleven,mike,will
excuse us
while we heal eleven and get the blood all out eleven was about to get eaten until billy stepped in and got beaten
Trying to escape
Nancy wheeler and the kids getting far away from the mall but here comes billy hargrove and his racing car
Charging through the parking lot
Billy tries to hit nancy
But here comes steve and robin saving the day and vanquishing the mind flayer
And saving the day