Category: 2021-22 Submissions

The sun shone through the leaves of a tree,
leaving little paper cutouts of light scattered across the ground.
A small cat, silent as the clouds,
Was the only movement in the forest.
The splotches of light climbed slowly onto the cats back,
And fell back to the ground,
As the cat silently weaved its way in and out the gaps between the trees.
Never stopping in one spot,
always searching
For a place unknown.

You are my frenemy
My enemy
My friend
Until the day end
We poke and prod
We talk a lot
You are my frenemy
We gossip
We scream
It’s a nightmare
It’s a dream
You are my frenemy
We laugh
We cry
Then say goodbye
You are my frenemy
We have good days and bad ones
We have light and dark
We are nothing apart
You are a friend to me

El avión de papel

Ese avión de papel,
Que vuela encima de mi,
de ella y de él

Ese avión de papel,
con innumerable
garabatos de pincel

Dentro, tantas historias
y sentimientos
Un mundo de creatividad con el

Que nos lanzamos al mundo

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Paper Airplane

This paper airplane
That flies over me
Over her, over him

This paper airplane
With countless
Scribbles made in pencil

Inside, so many stories
And feelings
A world of creativity with which

We launch ourselves to the world

You wake up.
You look around your cramped, wooden room in your house.
You’re still tired, despite just waking up.
The morning sun shines through your window, onto your face.
You sit up.
The autumn air flows through your abode.
It smells sweet to you.
Fills you with joy.
You turn around and put one foot on the floor.
Then the other.
Stars fill your head as you get overtaken by vertigo.
You sat up too quickly.
You lie back down on your comforter.
You watch the ceiling spin in slow circles.
You watch as the feeling of falling never slows down.
You watch as the world goes on without you,
For another day.

Have you met The girl on the outside
The girl inside of me? is not nearly as perfect

She is honest She is clumsy
And polite And shy
She never picks a fight And forgets half the time

She is loyal She lies
And brave And cheats
Stands tall for what is right And is selfish for a beat

A mask She always longs
She wears To do what is right
Whenever she has fright

But she is never like
The girl on the inside

My poor abstract brain is a mess
With boxes and boxes and piles of stress

A jumble of colors, of numbers, of names
With faces and places all much the same

Equations and times and lists of chores
And silver dust pattern marks on the floors

Someday I shall unbox an eternity
But for now it will stay a war of uncertainty

Come
Come across the roaring waves
And the thirsty desert
All the same

A lantern in the woods
Lights my darkened soul
And your smile of long summer days
Gathers dust in my memory

But the shimmering narrative of hope
Glints in all of the colors of the wind
As you set sail
Into the harbor of my heart

It’s the time of the year when we all gather
How on the day we all hope there is snow
But cold, we’ll run in to sit by the fire

We’ll eat ham and pie and in the background hear the crackling fire
We’ll laugh and open neatly wrapped gifts as we gather
Small pecks on the window as winter says hello using its crisp white snow

Its cold and windy and bells ring and blankets of snow
Fall, fall, fall and melt by the rich warmth of the fire
Songs will be sung, memories will be made, and families will gather

We huddle, gather, protected from the snow, and comforted by the fire.

Flip-Flops going bop bop on the smooth
Sand the tide is rising up
Crab holes in the sand

Building sandcastles with the wet sand
Then BOOM! someone kicks the wet smooth,
Sand the waves come in and goes up

All of a sudden BANG! Someone goes up,
And over the wave then I run through the sand
This is why I love sand that’s smooth.