Category: 2020-21 Submissions

Poem 11/30/2020
I wake full of excitement;
The taste of coffee on my tongue
Winter Holiday lights
The smell of sausage In the oven;
On the table white powdered empanadas.
Like sweet packets of snow.
The chatter of Conversation, like a tidal wave.
When I open a gift; I realized that the real gift is surrounding me.

Exactly at 7:00 pm everyday, things change,
like they move in my room.
My fairy lights laugh and dance around in the dark.
My stuffed animal runs off the bed and starts to sing opera.
The picture of the turtle on my calendar comes to life and gracefully jumps into water.
My blankets come out of the cabinets and boogie their way across the hallway.
But if I look, the magic disappears. So at exactly 7:00, I close my door, close my window and sit in the hallway listening to all what my room can do.

Only a few chapters back,
when I had not known,
The green were friendly as ever it’d be,
And yet so safe and unknown.
Every passing day, every choice made,
Sometimes I wondered why,
To call, to ask, to query all,
To get no answers back from all.

This is not who I am, this is not me,
I am not the one to wait and see,
But I may sit, I may run,
But there is no choice in between.
None can stop the light to spread,
None can stop the light to thread,
But one can reach and hope it stays,
And I know that it will one day blaze.

Winter

The cold brisk air

The almost white hue of the sun

The streaking shadows on the trees

The brilliance of the snow

The blinding light of morning

The welcome feel of comfy, cozy, comfort

The infusing smell of cold, dipping into everything in nature

The cold dewy grass under your feet

The trees dusted with the mist of cold

The warmth of the sunlight, radiating off the ground

The feel of excitement as the holidays rush closer

The one and only feel of winter

The darkness rises
The spook must stop the darkness
Do they achieve peace?

Sometimes I feel like i’m stuck in a glass
box
with no one to teach me, i’m not really breathing,
why not
The walls are getting closer and my heart is racing over I’m not really sure how to
stop
The tears are now flowing
The water is filling up my glass
box
I’m stuck in this cycle and I can’t seem to
stop
why not
its my glass
box
my power is flowing
the box is now growing
now it is
 not
It’s now in shards on the floor
now i’m not as
distraught

I love sports.

I love the excitement I get before a game.

I love how I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow,

because we worked very hard.

I love the fame in my name.

When I score a lot more.

When I do my best, and then I am able to rest.

When I have stuff to do at home, besides be on my phone.

When I make new friends, until the end.

At the end of the day, I pray

I never quit.

Why I’m Here.
Sometimes I look into
The mirror and wonder why
I’m here. Maybe for smiles
Or laughs or cries yet I know I’m here
For something. But what?

I sit and wonder all this time,
But I still sit and wonder why?
Maybe for sports or school,
Yet that’s not why.

Then I sit and think for
A good long time and
Realize why I’m here.
Maybe for emotions, sports, or
Education, but the real truth is everything.
Your human you do all and that is why God
Put you here on this earth, So you can do it all.

So yeah sometimes I look into
The mirror and wonder why
I’m here.

My mind is always wandering.
Back to when I was younger…
When I was small.
What I’ll be when I’m older…
What will I do as an adult?
Will I make them proud?
Them, my parents.
The reason I succeed in life…
The reason I am here…
The reason I try my hardest…
I wouldn’t be who I am without them.
My mind is always wandering.
Even to the saddest thoughts…
What will life be like when my parents are gone?
Will I still smile?
Or will my personality be gone?
My mind is always wandering…
And it never stops.

I cannot feel Safe here…not anymore
My Home is gone, nothing is left
Not much more I can endure
Love cannot save me

A Ringing…in my head…in my ears
A suffocating feeling, sits –
A plead…that no one hears
Love cannot save me

A Fire kills…everything it can
A weak, small Human has no chance
Then that little Fear…began
Love cannot save me

Restless…Useless…Terrified…in the Dark
Forget what matters, Fire comes quick
You’re scared – of course…it left a mark
Love cannot save me

Love cannot save anyone