Mountaintop 3.5/5 (4)

Up
High above
There is a place which many dream
And few know
It is graceful and elegant
Like the stars
From there you can touch
The gentle mist that surrounds
But doesn’t cloud
It frees and flows
Like a river
Down
A mountaintop


Bailey Middle School

7th

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Photograph 2.5/5 (2)

Clear waters and
white sands,
under a blanket of clouds.
Laughter that makes music,
drifting higher,
and higher,
up into the warm breeze.
Smiles on all our faces,
my eyes squinted as if to say,
HELP,
as my brother tries to escape
my grip.
It is the moments like this,
the memories,
that we keep in a photograph.
Each one has a story,
a memory
and each memory
holds emotions.
So many beautiful things
we keep in a photograph.
So many amazing things we keep
in our memories.
Clear waters and
white sands,
under a blanket of clouds.


Ann Richard School for Young Women Leaders

7th

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Lead Scene 0/5 (1)

The scene comes to life
From lead.
People watch as they see a snowflake falling down,
A snowman being built.
The joy on kids’ faces shining brighter that the snow beneath.
All this from only a pencil
Gliding effortlessly on a piece of paper.


Gorzycki

7

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Who I Am 2/5 (1)

Who is Sydnie?
Sydnie is annoying she’s way too dark
And well the whining we’ve had enough of that
That’s what I was identified as to many when I was younger
Now that Sydnie from years ago is very different
The whining she stopped that
The darkness she loves that
If you identified her now you’ll just know she does
that


Ann Richards School For Young Women Leaders

7th

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Paradise 4.53/5 (15)

Paradise
What a flawed concept.
Perfect places
Do not exist
Utopia
is a falsehood
There will always be turmoil
and sadness
and despair.
Paradise
crams your mind
with imperfect perfection.
like air
inside the lungs.
dried streams
in a storm.
This concept
Of idealism
will never
exist
truly
like
dragons
or
hallucinations
or
good argyle.
Even universes
of our own creation
feel
isolated.
and
lonely
What a flawed concept.
Paradise.


Lamar Middle School

7

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The Snow Bites on Winter Nights 4/5 (6)

As I wake up from this sleepless night,
I see the light on the frosted windowpane.
To the frosted windowpane;
The light comes through you to fade slowly.
This lustrous glow is as beautiful as the new fallen white snow.
To the new fallen white snow;
You are smooth yet coarse, but as brave as a horse,
To fly along the wind without knowing just where
You will ever land.
To the land;
You let the snow fall on you, the wind batter you, the light fade you,
And most of all, never, ever sleep at night.
How can it be?


Covington Middle School

7

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Echo

We all dare
Dare to live
Dare to breathe
Dare to tell lies
Dare to tell the truth
Dare
We smile
We laugh
We cry
We support each other
We cry for each other
But still we are alone
We are lost in our own
Each
One
On
Their
Own.
We echo in the wells of our own prison that we dug ourselves. That we’ve trapped ourselves in. Because no matter what you do, it will echo back to you.
Echo!


Fulmore Middle School

7

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Underwater 3.75/5 (4)

I step up onto the block
heart racing rapidly in my chest
I take a quick look around
studying my competition
‘don’t be intimidated’
Goggles on
swim cap pulled over
I slowly lean down into position
my head hovering above my knee
arms prepared to go flying
I glance up at the flags above me
remembering my first swim coach
‘fly out not down’
deep breath in, out, in, out
I’m ready
Then I hear the words
“Timers and judges ready?”
the judges signal with thumbs up
“Swimmers take your mark…”
Beep
The buzzer sounds loudly
sending me soaring through the air
instantly, the frigid water engulfs me
like an enormous, unexpected wave
in an instant, my world above is gone
The water is a crystal blue
and my hands glide through it
creating a line of tiny, frantic bubbles
hurrying to get out of my way
as I kick up towards the surface
My arms shoot out, propelling me forwards
as I push myself along the water
stroke, stroke, stroke, breath
then I repeat
as I quickly approach the wall
I suddenly close my eyes
and for a split second
I can feel my world turn upside-down
And my legs quickly push off the wall
as I swim hurriedly back to where I started
My lungs burn, and my arms throb
but I keep pushing on
the water encourages me
and the wall up ahead motivates me
and I go faster than before
I can see in the corner of my eye
a body parallel to me
I’m exhausted, but I know
if I don’t swim faster
she will win
I’m almost there
and I can feel the adrenaline
rushing through my body
with one last, powerful kick
I slap the wall and poke my head up
I see my coach smiling
my arms feel like noodles
as I struggle to pull myself out of the pool
I stand up
tired but satisfied
I feel a tap on my shoulder
and I whirl around to see a judge
holding a bright green ribbon
I accept it, joyfully
and think to myself…
It feels good to win
Lamar
7

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Guitar

Guitar
By: Luke Hanna

The song of a players
Emotions coursing out their fingers
Into the strings

The rhythmatic
Poetry of music
Being sewn into the atmosphere

Complex artistry
Coming together
Into one full
Sound

Years of
Evolution to
Come the
Wonderful
Piece of art
It is today.

Guitar is not just a instrument,

It is a way of life.


Gorzycki

7

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