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all great things must come to an end
By: lil, Grade 8
they all say it
that all great things must come to an end
some time or another
like summer
its so great
at first you're like
omg we have the whole summer
to do whatever we want!!
yeah, no.
you wake up three months later
and you're like,
dude, where'd my summer go.
it came to an end,
your teacher says.
yeah, yeah.
well, there are some great things
that never come to an end
like family.
my family loves each other so much
i know we'll always be together
bound by love.
thats another thing that doesn't always last
but in my family,
it does.
so, if it means summer must come to an end,
id give that up any old day
just to mean my family will always love each other.
i know we will. :)
Happiness
By: Bethany, Grade 12
Happiness is awesome! You feel light and springy, a bounce in your step. SUddenly you're patient and kind to everyone, spreading that happiness around!
Anger
By: Bethany, Grade 12
Anger is like ivy. You nurture it and let it grow, and suddenly it's everywhere, seeping into your soul. You have to let it out somehow, before you burst. Breath.
Jealousy
By: Bethany, Grade 12
Jealousy is silent; it creeps up on you and crawls its way into your heart. Envious words inch up your throat and out your mouth until all you can do is turn green. You try to stop the angry, confused words from spilling out and over. Your heart feels ugly.
Love
By: Bethany, Grade 12
Love is such an amazing feeling. When you know someone loves youm you feel like you're glowing. Your heart drops and you can feel a dreamy smile crawling across your face before you even realize it, whenever you think of who you love; who loves you.
Enemy
By: Lilaynia, Grade 8
Envies you so much that they destroy your belongings
Never tells the truth; often has two sides
Ends what you have to say
Makes unthoughtful decisions
Yells at you
Friendship
By: Lilaynia, Grade 8
Fun
Respects you
Is supportive
Enjoyable to be around
Never tells your secrets
Doesn't choose a guy over you, or betray you
Special
Honest
Is thoughtful and considers you before making actions
Playful
The Mysterious Benedict Society
By: Lilaynia, Grade 8
Mysterious
You want to know what will happen next
Strange
Thought provoking
Exciting
Riveting
Interesting
Outlandish
Unusual
Surprising
you wouldn't know
By: bethany, Grade 12
you say he was harsh with you
you say he "hollered"
you say you've "cried every day".
it hurts, you know that?
when you say that about him?
i don't like it
you say what i told him isn't true
but i know it is
i haven't heard you say nice things about him
so then you twist his words
and turn the guilt around
trying to turn me against him.
no! you're wrong.
YOU are the one who has caused damage
YOU are the one that needs to apologize.
stop guilting everyone else
just say sorry
you talk badly about him, and various others too.
stop pushing your guilt into others' hearts
tricking them into apologizing for what YOU did.
YOU need to understand what you did wrong.
heck, that was thirty or MORE years ago.
can't you just forgive and forget?
just... please.
make it easier for everybody.
please.
apologize to me, and to the others you've hurt.
thanks.
it would mean a lot
do it.
Sore Throat
By: Lilaynia, Grade 8
ugh!
why won't you just
GO AWAY.
i hate you,
sore throat,
you make it hurt
for me to swallow.
you make me tired
and cranky
and stuck in bed
sipping water
and napping
and reading...
thats it.
ow ow ow.
just leave
and never
ever
EVER
come back.
let me hang out with my friends
let me play and jump and swim and bike and have FUN!
oh, you left!
thanks! :)
Honest Love? A Typical Teenage Relationship
By: lilania, Grade 8
you texted me,
you called me...
you loved me.
no, it was more of an obsession.
and i liked it.
i loved it.
i thought i loved YOU, too.
i thought about it
one day...
and an answer came.
the love was on the surface,
just like that leaf
floating on the surface of the pool
that sunny summer day
when you asked me out.
i realized it later.
i wasn't in love with
YOU.
no. i was in love with...
LOVE.
i was in love with the idea of loving someone.
of being loved.
of having that little spark
that made your heart go
shiver! he loves me!
beneath the surface of the water,
beneath the little leaf floating there,
there was nothing.
i swam for it,
i tried.
but i lied!
there was no loved there.
maybe there was an obsession.
maybe there was want.
maybe there were a few fluttery feelings.
but there wasn't...
honesty.
i wasn't honest with the person
that mattered most.
ME.
i told myself i loved you.
i told myself you loved me.
maybe you did
but i wasn't honest...
with myself.
i wasn't honest with others either,
telling them that i had nothing
to do with you
i was embarrassed
which was stupid.
maybe the embarrassment was a sign
a signal of the truth
trying to get in the light
telling me i wasn't in love with you...
but with love.
but i didn't realize it
until later.
A LOT later.
quite some drama
came out of that.
because i had taken the fact
that you liked me
for granted,
when you started liking
someone else...
i got jealous.
i wanted YOU to like ME!
i was angry at myself
for missing my chance.
but, once again, i wasn't HONEST.
i could go on and on,
emotions i felt
spilling across the pages.
embarrassment and dishonesty,
excitement and jealousy.
that's what being a teenager
is really all about.
being someone you're not,
ignoring your TRUE feelings,
trying to fit in...
i'll just say this:
my first love and i, we're friends now...
honest friends.
honest with each other, but most importantly...
ourselves.
Bartholomew B. (parody on Edgar Allen Poe's Annabel Lee)
By: Caroline, Grade 8
It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
That a boy there lived whom you may know
By the name of Bartholomew B.
And this boy he lived with no other thought
Than to hate fair Annabel Lee
It was a very wonderful life
That was lived on down by the sea
By that awful, that horror, that terror, that boy
By the name of Bartholomew B.
And it was his dream, his hope, his life's wish
To denounce the fair name of Annabel Lee
He gave speeches galore on one figure of yore
None other than Annabel Lee
But they who then took him would not listen
To the sad plight of Bartholomew B.
So they put him in jail and threw 'way the key
And the boy cried, "Oh, woe is me!"
extraordinary dreams
By: Caroline, Grade 8
my dreams
involve
many things
that would make people say
i have
a big imagination
like cotton candy monsters
at a fair
or dark dank castles
made of stone
but sometimes
my dreams
are more like
ordinary
instead of
extraordinary
I Guess
By: Autumn, Grade 7
I guess that I should say
How much I miss you every day,
That your memory is strong,
That our memory belongs,
Because everyday,
I hope to see that friendly face,
I guess that I just miss you
I'm Yours
By: Jason, Grade 10
well you dun dun me and you bet i felt it, I tried to be chill but your hot that I melted, I fell through the cracks, now i trying to get back, before the cool done run out I will be giving my bestes and nothing goning stop to the right of conventions i recen it to get my turn to win some or learn some, but I won't hesit no more no more it can not wait I'm yours, well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and than your free
look into your heart and you'll find, LOVE LOVE LOOOVVE LOVE LOOOVVVE
I miss you, I love you
By: Abigail, Grade 7
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I miss you
I miss you
I love you
I love you
I miss you
I miss you
I love you
I love you
I miss you
I love you
I miss you
I love you
I miss you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Three words
By: heeeeyyy, Grade 9
Three words:
What's your name?
You seem cool
Wanna go out?
That was fun
Are you ok?
I love you
Fireworks
By: Abigain, Grade 7
Red, white, blue, purple, green, purple, and many other colors fill the sky on the night of 4th of July.
Fireworks, a wonderful sight. But also a dangerous night for animals, pets, and fires.
Not knowing what's going on, pets run away from home the second a bang fills the air. Some pets don't come home. And some can find themselfs in a hospitle or a shelter.
Fires can destroy peoples houses and some can save part of their home.
Freworks are beuatiful dangerous things.
hi
By: heavan, Grade 7
you say hi to me isay hi to you we all say hi where ever we go so hi hi hi hi hi hi
Alphabet Through a Foreigner's Eyes
By: Lillie, Grade 8
There's rows and rows of them
Columns and columns
Just TOO MANY of the
Strange signs that people call letters.
Somehow they create words
Sentences
Paragraphs
All from these tiny "letters"
At first, it felt like I was in the ocean,
The strange letters surrounding me
Threatening to pull me under
If I dared to show
Signs of "oh! this is TOO hard!"
But did I?
No.
I surfaced above the crashing waves,
"I CAN!"
And I could.
I do.
Never doubt yourself.
Blue
By: Abigail, Grade 7
Blue,
The color of the non-cloudy sky.
The color of markers that make some flowers come alive on paper.
The color of ripe and juicy bluberries.
The color of birds that fill the air with sound.
The color of my soft and warm pj pants that keep me warm in the Winter.
And also the color of my moms eyes when they sparkel in the sun.
Pool
By: Lillie, Grade 8
Shining in the sun
Waiting for someone
To break its glassy surface
Sun dances across the water
Inviting you to jump in
Such a pretty aqua color
Almost like a Blue Raspberry Jolly Rancher
Cool, refreshing, beautiful
Night Owl
By: Lillie, Grade 8
Late at night
I'm the one who's awake
I'm the night owl
My eyes open
Shining in the moonlight
Reading, struggling to keep my eyes open
Just one more page of my book
I shut my eyes
Ah, sleep
No, I must stay awake
For I am the Night Owl
Ouch
By: Lillie, Grade 8
A failing grade
Cracked, dry lips
A snide remark
A punch in the gut
Scraping your knee
Being left out, the "extra wheel"
Doing something wrong
Getting blamed for something you didn't do
Disappointment
Loneliness
Jealously
Hurt
A Fan on a Summer Day
By: Lillie, Grade 8
Oh, mystical fan
Cooling my sweaty brow
Refreshing my sticky skin
Just a flick of a switch and
Your magic comes to life
Perfect for a hot summer day
The fan
Something Called Care
By: Lillie, Grade 8
It's as simple as a smile
Or just when someone shows they care
It can be a hug
It can be your friend calling to say "hey, how are you" or sharing a laugh with a family member
It can even be an adult telling you no to something, because they care about you enough to protect you
Take care
Cousins
By: Lillie, Grade 8
Squeals of laughter
Adults shushing us
Reminding us it's bedtime
Playing Marco Polo in the pool
Full of inside jokes
Making up songs
Such fun
Love my cousins
When It's Summer
By: Lillie, Grade 8
You know it's summer
When you forget what holding a pencil feels like
When you don't really remember what you learned in school
When all your friends go on vacation and you're lonely
You know it's summer
When you don't bother wearing socks
When you swim so much that you don't bother doing your hair other than putting it into a messy knot
When your skin is dry from chlorine
You know it's summer
When you stay up late and your parents don't really care
When you sleep in till noon
When you read a book a day
You know it's summer
When your skin has that healthy, rosy glow
When you actually have a tan
When you get a blister from wearing flip-flops so much
You know it's summer
When the weather is as high as 100°
When you go swimming at night
When you dream under the stars...
When it's summer ☀
An apple
By: j, Grade 7
An apple a day
keeps the doctor away
or so they say...
REALLY?
Freedom Poem
By: Jakob, Grade 10
The world is large
The world is vast
So don't get hung up on the past.
It's good to remember though
All the things that we did
Like free from the British
And deny what they said.
The world is big
The world is round
So get out there and do something profound.
You may have to cook
You may have to clean
But just remember what freedom means
It gives us hope
It gives us light
And keeps us from enduring
too much fright.
Freedom gives us possibilities
And lets us build our own realities.
Without freedom we would be depressed
We'd have no rights and be very distressed.
I hope you know what freedom means now
It's exactly what keeps America so sound.
So the world may be large
The world may be vast
But don't let anyone catch you
Being dead last
ULGY TOWN
By: Aleena
One day Minimum Wage Wage went to the Ice Factory there they met Ice Bat.Once they got to the Fun Pier they saw target.Then they went to Poe's Cave Cove there they met Poe.By the next hour they got to Ugly Town where they met Babo and his bird!Babo said,"what are you gyes doing here?"They all said,"We'er tired,hugrey and therstey!!!!!
My Food Metaphor Poem
By: Jada, Grade 7
Sometime's I'm noodles.
Crazy and wacky and going everywhere.
Sometimes I'm a salad.
Fresh and clean.
Sometimes I'm beef jerky.
Rough and tough.
Sometimes I'm a 3 Musketeers bar.
Sweet and fun.
Sometimes I'm skittles.
Sweet but all different colors.
Sometimes I'm rice krispies.
Loud and annoying.
Love
By: Aide, Grade 7
Love
Affection
Wanting
Forever are the words you used
now look at me
suffering and falling apart...
i cant live with this no more
im tired of hearing your lies
why would you ever do this to me at all?
what did i do to you?
i threw everything away for you and you leave me with nothing...
tell me why
tell me what
did i ever do to you to lose you this way...
Love Game
By: Franakin Skywalker, Grade 6
Why do you laugh,
Why do you dream?
Is it because you love me?
If yes, tell me so,
For I might just think of it wrong.
Do you tell me everything,
All your hopes, why you love me?
I think not,
so step up to the challenge like a cowboy to the bull.
If you want me to believe,
That you truley, really love me,
Then talk to me for once!
For if you don't so offten,
I might think wrong of all your truths.
Are you ready for this game,
I see the sweat above your brow.
This is abviousely a pain,
To tell me how much you love me so.
If it's really that hard,
Than I must show you how to play.
Play this game I call tricky,
But rewarding everywhich way.
I'll draw the first card,
Roll the first dice,
Move the first space,
Flick the first spinner,
I love you.
What's Wrong
By: Franakin Skywalker, Grade 6
It's like standing on a stage,
In front of a crowd.
Maybe hundreds,
Or thousands of people.
Abviousely you're nerviouse too,
Standing on that stage with me.
So then i don't feel so nerviouse,
Because you fell just like me.
But then I see them,
All happy and cuddly.
So now the feeling's coming back,
But now it's against you.
Then I think maybe you feel the same way,
Then I show you how I feel.
But you don't let it out,
So I feel the pain again.
Sometimes I just want to scream it,
I ask for help sometimes too.
But they always fail,
Because you'll only listen to me say it.
Oh how it kills me,
That you wont cuddle back.
Is something wrong with me,
Or are you just like that?
Is Something Wrong With You
By: Franakin Skywalker, Grade 6
A heart is a muscle,
In the center of you.
Everyone has one,
So why don't you act like you do?
I don't think you see,
How hard I try for yours.
Please pay attention,
Because you're sending me back out the doors.
I'm tired of this,
I have to ask what's wrong with you?
Why dont you hug back,
When I go to hug you?
Love
By: Aide, Grade 7
Affection
Wanting
Forever are the words you used
now look at me
suffering and falling apart...
i cant live with this no more
im tired of hearing your lies
why would you ever do this to me at all?
what did i do to you?
i threw everything away for you and you leave me with nothing...
tell me why
tell me what
did i ever do to you to lose you this way...
