Category: 2021-22 Submissions

Football is my life
Play some every day, love it
Hits, scratches and all

I love it so much
Will never put the ball down
Never have and won’t

I love the feeling
Soaring down the field to score
Always have a dance

Just got a touchdown
Celebrating with my team
Jumping up and down

Never had a bro
Football’s always there for me
Football I love you

The white specs of Snow,
Melt from the Heat,
But the outside still Cold.

The house is freezing Cold,
Because of the Snow,
But with the fire for Heat.

I hear the crackle then I feel the Heat,
My heart still Cold,
As I feel the silent whisper of Snow.

Snow, Heat, Cold

Light bright as day brings new stars
The cool Summer of the day
The evening time of stars

The time of night, ready like evening stars
The stars are gone done with playing now sun bright like light
Once 1st now 2nd day

The true time of the day
true and bright like summer stars
The brightest tune of the day bright like light

The bright light, the true time of day, brings Milkyway stars to play

You’re falling,
You’re falling through time.
You’ve been grasping for a future that was never there.
A life you loved rips and shatters.

The bright sun that used to warm your face starts to crumble
And break before your eyes.
The hope you had of living bends and twists.
The sick feeling in your gut races throughout your veins
All the way up to your skull.

Then just for a moment all of the timelines of your life
Fade in around you.
And you watch in grief as you stare blankly
At all of the futures you could have lived.

The sun and moon, The earth and wind,
The one last finger that was holding on to your old self
Slips from reach.
And as black stormy clouds engulf you,
You smile one last time,
Before it’s all over.

A red flower.
Green thorns climb the spine
with delicate petals..

Soft, grand petals
adorn the head flower
hiding knives, watch YOUR spine

With a smile so bright, but an arched spine
they, a “flower”
disguise using petals

The “flower” with a sharper spine hides behind petals, and they watch you fall…
down
down down

I anxiously packed my bag the night before school
At school on the first day I feel so small
Wondering if I will make new friends makes me very stressed.

When I got my first homework assignment on the first day of school it beamed back at me and made me very stressed
I feel like I will never fit in at school
There were so many rules on the wall that they started to talk to me and were super small.

Everything felt so big because I was so small
Everyone already had friends this made me very stressed
At school some people are comfortable while others are not comfortable at school.

The school feels so big that it makes me feel so small which makes me feel stressed.

what am I to you?

I think I’m special,
but am I to you?

I thought it was you and I,
or is it just me?

I thought I made you happy,
or do I make you stressed?

I try my best for you,
but am I enough?

I work as hard as I can,
but is there any way to please you?

I just want my mom,
what am I to my mom?

Grits are awesome
Why are grits so awesome
Grits are just awesome
No explanation needed

Grits are the best food for breakfast
Just add a little butter
Grits are the best food for lunch
Just make the grits plain
Grits are the best food for dinner
Just add some butter and meat

Do you now see why grits are so awesome
It makes no sense why people don’t think grits are awesome
I hope you think grits are awesome
If you don’t then you did not eat proper grits

“Money does not equal happiness”
Is what the rich men say.
In an attempt to make us feel better when they lower our pay.
They’ll scrape us clean of everything we’ve got.
Then complain about THEIR lives while sailing on a yacht.
I know everybody’s got problems, but our battles we fought and theirs
they bought.
And yes as humans we all bleed the same blood, but we do not live the same life.
So spend a day in my shoes, and see if you’ll still be loved by your wife.

Mr. Corporate man, I beg, if not money then what does bring joy?
He looks up from his papers, at me, the man he wants to employ.
“That’s simple! Happiness is good health, family, a home, and food!”
I’m sorry sir, pardon me for what I am about to say
I truly do not mean to be rude.
But I feel like your concept of money and joy is misconstrued.
Your ideology is conceited and skewed.
You fail to realize those things are not a given.
If they were I wouldn’t be vigorously searching
through the floors and the walls I have riven.
Looking for something to pay with,
to purchase your given joys.
Anything.
I only need twenty more dollars to pay for my rent.
But god is that rare.
I’m so sick of this. Begging for help, sending out a flare.
Yet twenty dollars is worthless to you.
Cause well, you’re a millionaire.

But go on,
make your claims about how I should clean myself up, work harder,
do more.
You don’t seem to understand, to do those things is something I can’t afford.
And trust me I wish I could, oh how I pray I could
I pray to the Lord.
A Lord of which you are not, so don’t preach to me about working hard.
Tell me, have you ever even mowed your own yard?
For that matter, have you ever once cleaned your own room?
I mean have you ever even held a broom?!

To you, money does not equal happiness because you were born into it,
you didn’t have to witness the inner workings of it all.
You never had to watch your mother cry as she explained why you can’t play basketball.
Hiding her embarrassment by claiming it was cause you just weren’t that tall.
Wealth is hereditary,
and so is poverty.
Happiness costs a fee.
Making me filled with jealousy
and a hatred towards greed.

My childhood left me beaten and scarred.
Whereas on your sixteenth birthday, you got a new car.
But you cried, screamed, and carried on.
All because it was the wrong
color.
This business you “built”, was passed down to you from your brother.
So you have no right to show me any shame
and state my work ethic is to blame.
Because to me money IS happiness,
and to you…
It’s a game.

I’m from the hospital.
The oxygen tank I bring with me everywhere.
The stares I get wherever I go.
From the worried looks on my parents’ faces whenever I’m upset.

I’m from the cancer support group.
From the thought I could die at any moment.
I am from Agustus words.
“That’s the thing about pain it demands to be felt”

I’m from the “Ok” being our “Forever”
The book I showed him the day we met.
When I traveled to Amsterdam and when we ate at Orangee.
I am from stale cookies and fake smiles.

I from the happiness I feel in my heart
The adrenaline going through my body.
I’m from a rollercoaster of emotions
From Isacc’s bad jokes

I am from protectiveness and comfort
I am far from freedom
From my heartbroken heart when you had to leave me.
I’m from my experiences