I am a cloud
Now you probably think I’m joking
Or a kid who has dreams of flying with nothing holding me down
I am a cloud
But not the nice kind
I don’t float freely in the sky
I am a cloud that’s chained to the ground
No I’m not fog
Nor am I actually a cloud
Just a kid
I hold a cloud
In my band
It weighs me down
Like the challenges I face
I want to be like a cloud in the sky
Or even the fog on the ground
Only because
They are free
Free to do as they wish
My cloud it chains me to the ground
Why couldn’t it be real
And allow me to float free in the sky
I am a cloud
Not the free kind
But a cloud
Not a real one
Just a prop
Barley noticed on a field of performers
I’m a cloud
Who doesn’t float free

Bowie High School


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I AM Poem 1/5 (1)

I am like a small crack on a frozen lake,
Surrounded by other bigger and smaller.
I wonder if people can see the HIDDEN CRACKS In OUR WORLD.
I hear the whispers of the wind around me.
I see the light of childish wonder in those smaller than me.
I want to be seen for who I am
I am like a small crack on a frozen lake.

I pretend that I can handle anything that happens.
I feel the cold touch of those who have passed.
I touch the sands of time that fly by me,
Never able to fully grab them.
I worry about the past I should let go.
I cry only when I think I’m alone
I am like a small crack on a frozen lake.

I understand that I can’t be perfect.
I say we break the chains that hold us back.
I dream that I will be happy forever.
I try to keep everything together,
Even when I know I can’t.
I hope that no one notices the cracks of imperfection I hide.
I am like a small crack on a frozen lake,
Not as alone as I thought.

Bowie High School


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I am 3.33/5 (3)

I am like a fire
Burning bright
I illuminate wild eyes
Like an animal
Ready to strike
A glint of madness
In my flames
I am like the calm before the storm
Quite until I strike
I am the insanity of the flame
Consuming all I touch
Every thought
Every action
I am like the smoke of a fire
Dark and pungent
Killing those who stay
Slowly chocking the life away
As I burn the wood
All other thoughts leave me
All I know is fleeing my fire grasp
I am the embers of the fire
What’s leftover
I am all that’s left
After the insanity strikes
I am like the smell of a burnt out fire
The only thing that tells you
I was here
I’ve destroyed all else
I am a fire
I burn and destroy all in my path
Nothing can reach me
For none can touch me
I am eternal
eternal and alone

Bowie High School


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When Plate Tectonics Move 3.25/5 (4)

When Plate Tectonics Move
By Rachel Paiz

When plate tectonics drift apart
They leave behind a permanent scar
They eventually form as an ocean ridge
Which can lead up to a mountain bridge
That nobody knew would ever exist

Oh when plate tectonics converge as one
An earthquake has begun
In the earth’s surface
Present and in past
Isolating and diverging
Valleys start to form at last

From the deepest ocean trenches
To the highest mountain tops
There is a rising volcano that never stops

Beneath the earth
The rocky inner layer core rises up more
Like it never did before

Boundaries transform moving side by side
Eventually connect and glide

David Crockett High School

9th Grade

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Trail of Tears 3.86/5 (7)

Trail of Tears
By Rachel Paiz

A million tear drops to be found
Falling empty to the ground
Forced to leave the rivers, forest, freedom and their homes
And nature speaks thru them all alone
but makes no sound
Their steps are no where to be found
Oh their sadden souls
That nobody else would come to know
Just their lost shadows
Who knew would come to grow
Maybe their melodies would echo their goodbyes
But you can still hear their soulful cries

David Crockett High School


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Color Guard 5/5 (2)

Shining sabres in the sun

Twinkling maces so much fun

Rifles spinning and whirling

Flags tossing and twirling

Elaborate costumes and glitter galore

All over the stadium floor

The band blaring as they move

Across the field, they start to groove

Dance and technique is our number one goal

As we spin and dance, pouring out our soul

Our elaborate hair and sparkling boots are a hit

Our precision tosses timed to the music are a perfect fit

We step onto the field for our last and final show

Our stomachs flutter rapidly as we start to go

Onto the field with a huge commotion

Performing a near-perfect show filled with emotion

The marching season is over and finally ends

We have all become close, forever friends

United by hours of blood, sweat, and tears

Our marching band and color guard memories will play in our heads for years


James Bowie High School


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ADDICTED 4.38/5 (8)

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
My phone is basically my brain.
It controls me.

Akins High School


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