Author: Matthew

Grey stones line the dirty, beaten walkway.
Flowers burst forth from spattered drops of blood.
The sun rises; they’ll be here any day,
dragging her behind them, dress caked in mud.
Go west, the prophecy said, just go west.
The people smiled, told her she’d be fine.
She swore she tried, she really tried her best.
He hadn’t cared, just said now you’ll be mine.
But now the sky was falling from its height.
All the roses wilt and the trees crumble.
The kingdom cries in his evil, horrid might,
even as the castle rises humble.
And even as she screams, he gloats and preens:
“Come look, my brothers, at my brand new queen!”

we were like angels
our toes carried us
quick against cold concrete to chipped red monkey bars
our fingers led us home
pointing to the swirling circles of light dance in the dark blue
our noses taught us how
the pale and bright hydrangea sang under it’s satisfied sun, the soil against my skin feeling like the safest home i knew
our lips brought us memories
crying the anthems of our little life
knowing how to build the words but never what lay behind them
our eyes granted wishes
blossoming fantasy into our own palms, shimmers of excitement sprouting from behind the glass and into the dark curls of my hair that shook with each over energetic blink
our hearts stayed
stayed as we drove away
as we felt the creak of that wood one last time
as we ran with a clueless smile out of that life forever
we were like angels
angels in new england

Austin High School

10

I am bound in this never-ending game of loss and misery. I’ve been taken never to see my family again. I know that I will never see the true light again.
I start at daybreak and end at nightfall. I harvest the goodie that people enjoy simply that I grappled to make. As people savor the chocolate I struggled to create I feel as though they eat my flesh.
The companies that earn big don’t look back at those they’ve throbbed. For there remain, children who’ve been kidnapped or sold, their youths departed in just one tick.
Some of these children have opened their eyes to the world only to see the pain and agony it endures.
My pain is expressed through the way a chocolate bar melts, for that is the trail I feel the direction of my life goes in; down. It leaves a path of chocolate and blood. For everything you enjoy, someone struggles on the other side simply to create it.
Children struggle out there for kids in other places to enjoy. Our lives are not to be used by someone else. Children should not be used for labor. They have a life to live and someone to be.

Like a dandelion in the wind
Or the waves crashing down on the shore
The sky and the trees and the fish
They’re beautiful to the core
Like the frost in the delicate winters
Melting into blooming spring
From the wolves to the butterflies in the sky
Lovely scales, fur, and wings
Like a robin singing sweetly in the morning
Or the moon on a nice clear night
Like a ladybug crawling on a flower
All shining in the light
Everything the earth provides
Mother nature is so kind

You left me again. You have put us to end.
We grew apart faster than my text sent.
There’s always a person in need of a friend.
We grew apart faster than I could vent.
The betrayal in your voice also found.
Along with your secrets and trust all gone.
All is buried in the cold breaking ground.
Ill miss your vibrant smile all day long.
You were a bright future lost in sight.
Our storm caused the light to go out.
You were the light at the end of the fight.
We were so mad we couldn’t stop all the doubt.
All is lost between us we weren’t right.
But throughout this time we put up this fight.

anderson

9th

My heart aches whenever I’m arround you,
I like you, but we don’t fit together well.
Like a puzzle piece, broken at one end,
So the pieces are not connected just right.
I am a storm, brewing with anger and pain.
I am a raven, dark as the night and very strange.
You are the stars, mysterious and bright.
You are the winter, cold and very beautiful.
We are different from being perfect,
But too perfect from being different.

Anderson High School

9

I used to be a little kid
But now I am all grown up
I used to clap to cheer
But now I am dabbing
I used to watch people playing video games
But now I play video games
I used to play soccer
But now I play football
I used to like the color blue
but now I like the color green

He needs not his fangs
Away the mamba slithers
At one with the grass

Gorzycki

6

238,900 miles away from earth, which looks farther than that.
As big as Russia, even if it looks smaller.
Craters by the meteors, which I think the aliens did it so because to hide their stuff.
There is no atmosphere, no air, and no life, which is false because of the aliens again

Gorzycki Middle School

6th

Darkness in the forest deep,
Where silence is amoung the trees.
Softly as the willows weep,
And the crunch of leaves
Under my feet.

The moon high in the sky,
Glowing prominent and bright
As the midnight owl flies on by.

No matter the darkness
On that erie night,
Nothing shone brighter
Than my lantern light.

Fulmore Middle School

07