Category: 2020-21 Submissions

They are green and brown
They are one of the reasons we live
They sway sometimes and start a breeze
We would not live if they weren’t here
They are getting cut or burnt down
They are disappearing
We Need
To
Stop
This To
Save Lives
They are how
Us Humans Live

The year 2020 is like a rubix cube
Different people twisting and turning this year differently
Like kids turning the rubix cube
They aren’t all turning it the same way
But they all have the same goal
To get the same colors on the sides
Like now
We are all doing things a little different from each other
But we all want to get through this
Some people get frustrated at it
Life can be frustrating
Just like now
But if we keep trying
We can make it through

I woke up to the sun on a monday
Morning
And I stretched my arms, all the more
Groaning.
I stifle a yawn and head to the kitchen
Hungry and tired, a boy on a mission
On top of the counter of the big pot
I pull up the chair cause I can’t reach it.
Inside is a blend with a soothing scent
I make myself some COFFEE to let myself
Awake. with cookie dough that’s ready to
Bake.
COFFEE is making sure I’ll have a trusty filter.
And Sundays end with a Frappucciono
Or a bedtime with cappuccino.
coffee.

Home is where your dog wraps it’s warm pillow of fur into it’s bed that is over priced.
It’s where you get all the warm feelings when the holidays come around,
When you try those new drinks, that have a lot of spice.

It is when you have to stay at home instead of school because of the rain,
Then when you hear the thunder outside go BOOM!
That’s when your siblings start to complain.

Home is when the family comes for dinners and celebrations,
You made that special treat that everyone loves
They then talk about it for many generations.

Lastly home is where love and family stays
Where new members and pets come in,
But it’s that one special place… where you’ve been raised.

a
leaf
it Falls
Falls, Falls
Falls, down,
slowly it drifts,
away from the top,
all the way to the grass,
wisping, whirling through the
air, with its friends, the leaf lands,
Crumbling, Dissolving, Mixing with the dirt
Adding nutrients
to the soil, for
the next sapling

In my home is my room
My room is in my home
My projector projecting the sky
And hearing cars go by
My photowall with all my friends
Candles burning through the air
Pillows against my crazy hair
I hide under my covers
My phone singing my favorite songs
Clothes all on my floor
Should i open the door

The pandemic is a plastic bubble,
It keeps you trapped inside
Away from your loved ones,
Away from your social life,
It takes your life away
One piece at a time,
It takes every little motivation away from you,
The days makes you feel like you’re falling
and never going to land,
When will it end?

to me Home is a city
Home to you could be a house or a person
it’s different for everyone
but austin is where i feel like Home

the skyscrapers towering over you as you walk around downtown
or walking alongside ladybird lake
watching the bats fly up from under the bridge at night
Is Home

and when i leave austin i feel Home sick
the feeling of being Home sick
Is like when you haven’t slept in a few days
You just don’t feel the same

And then you come back and everything is perfect again

Friendships are like a glass,
Take care of them and they’ll last forever.
Break them, and it can be impossible to put them back together.
Friendships are like plants,
Water them and soil them and give them love,
And they’ll last,
For a while…
Truth be told some only last as long as that mac’n cheese in your fridge,
But some last as long as a family heirloom.
It’s your decision, or it’s not.
Learn to love, but also to let go.
Hang on to the best ones like you hung onto the monkey bars.
You can be stubborn, but not picky.
Because once they’re gone,
They’re not back in the picture for a while,
Or ever again.
Friendships are like a bicycle,
Once you’re up, you’re up for life.
Riding straight onto a clear path,
Well that’s what you’ll think.
You’ll hit problems along the way, like those annoying rocks, twigs, and bumps on the street.
But once you’re over them, they’re behind you.
You can repair them if the damage isn’t bad.
But if you wreck them they really can’t be fixed.
Years and years of love and loyalty washed away from one mistake,
Or two or three…..
Don’t make that mistake.
Hold on.
Tightly.
Think in the moment.
Cherish your time.
Like it’s all you’ll ever have.
For soon there will be none.
None of what you may ask?
Well.
You’ll see.

I thought 2020 would be a different year.
Thought the sun would smile down on us
Thought I would be outside everyday
Thought I would be able to see family
Thought I would be in school,
Where I would be in the bandroom
Playing my heart out.
Where I would be hanging out with friends,
Talking about sports and videogames.
Where I would play football for Gorzycki
Doing what I love.

But I’ve been stuck inside,
Feeling like a prisoner in my own home.
Nowhere to go,
Nothing to see
We all feel it.

But maybe 2021 will be the year of change
The year everything gets better
The year that re-activates our hearts
So we can feel better again.