Category: Submissions

 

There once was a woman,
Who said Amen,
What came next?
Alive again with the king man.

 

Acrophobia
Fear of heights
Not the fear of falling
Not the fear of landing
Dizziness and weak legs
Won’t make your situation any better

Some find it much more terrifying than others
I am scared on the roof of my house
Some are scared on skyscrapers
Others on planes

 

As I watch the
screen,three years
flash before my
eyes. Defeat,
loss, disappointment,
blow outs, that’s
all the last three
seasons had been
about. But suddenly
everything changed
something happened
that was far too
strange. Crowds erupted, win streaks had been interrupted,
and suddenly everything that I had come accustomed to
was incredibly different. Signs reported “Broncos Win”
newsman had said that they had defied all odds and everything
had suddenly changed. Hopes, Wins, Doubt, had all been crushed as
the clock hit double zero. Everything that I had known about the past three seasons had all been changed. All the dissappointment, loss, defeat, all had been changed.

And while
the future
does not
look quite
as bright
as those shining
lights at that
moment, for
now I can just be
Amazed.

 

You may want to be cool like your friends,
Stock up on all the latest trends.
Do you have a style,
Do you love to smile.
You gotta be you,
You gotta be true.
Do you have a big heart,
But your friends are mean?
Play your part,
And you will be seen
You are unique,
Not part of a crowd.
You are yourself,
You gotta say it loud!
A true friend will like you for who you are,
So go with your passion, and go with it far.
You gotta be you,
You gotta be true.
You may feel so little,
Like you are so brittle.
But you can change the world.
You are a flower, you have unfurled
Yes, you can change the world
You gotta be you
You gotta be true
To you
You are you
You are great
You gotta be true
Don’t underrate
Yourself
Yes, don’t

 

My dad is so stubborn! He keeps telling me to write my poem now! He does not understand that poetry is not an art that cannot be easily grasped, for though she is a dove in her beauty, she’s a slippery eel to possess. Yet eventually she turns from her persisting nature for the pursuit to fall into your silvery grip after only the longest of chases. Now that I told you how stubborn my dad is, my main problem is the poem I have not yet wrote for the poetry contest. Wait… didn’t I just write it?

 

A sweat
coming down my cheeks
A sun
burning in my face
Anger
rising upon my full body
Lava
rippling down a volcano
A red hard color
In a bulls eye waiting to be defeated
A red flaming cardinal hair
In a nest

is the Symphony in Red

 

They
Don’t
Know
how wide the river is between
Us
But
They
Know
How easily I can fall in
the river
and be swept away by
Its selfishness.
I
Know how to be
IN
The world but
Not
OF
the world.
who are they? You might ask?
Like I told you
Its a wide river between me and the river.

 

My phone is my Heroin,
My charger is the needle,
My Brain is the plug.

I’m no drug addict.
I’m just addicted to
My phone and all the
Things it has on it.

My phone tends to make
Me stay inside more.
It tells me watch videos,
Send messages,etc.

I’m always looking down
At my phone.And it tells
Me to keep looking down
And don’t look up.

I don’t have the fun times
In my Brain.Because they
Are all saved on my
Phone.
My phone is basically my brain.
It controls me.

Akins High School

9

What The Color Blue Means To Me
Blue, blue is the color of sadness
The color of tears from my blue eyes

Freshly dyed blue hair to match my blue lips
after a cold swim in the blue ocean

The blue water to match the little blue sail boat
In the little blue sail boat are sailors wearing blue uniforms

Blue uniforms belong to the navy
where blue blood is spilled from blue veins

Blue veins run through my body my skin turning blue,
My blue skin to match my blue mind,

With my blue mind comes blue thoughts,
Of swallowing blue pills and going under my blue covers.

 

Monday-
do I have to go back to school?
Learning makes me drool.
Grab my toast and leave with a “you’re gonna be late.”
Then a push on me and my brother Nate.
Tuesday-
here comes the week!
Leaving anxious with a kiss on the cheek.
Ooh I have violin today.
Violin is fun to play.
Wednesday-
Look I’m at the top of the hill!
Monday Tuesday up with a shrill.
Thursday Friday down but I’m on top!
I’m half way through and not ready to stop.
Thursday-
Waiting waiting for tomorrow.
But that doesn’t mean it’s full of sorrow!
Speeding up down the hill steep
Speeding up on the week
Friday-
Finally here finally here the end of the hill!!
My bucket of hopes for the weekend is yet to fill!
Time flies through the day.
Can’t wait to hang out in the Friday cafe.
Saturday & Sunday-
Look at my list of fun to dos!
Wait this is only a list of zoos
Looking looking for my list.
When I find it it’s blank this adds a bit of a twist.