Flower
by Mia Ingram
It sits by that window
Bare and sad
Color has drained from the once rose petals
If felt like only yesterday
It rejoiced in the sun’s embrace
But flecks of white now fall
Like the leaves of an autumn timber
It sags in the brisk cold
Awaiting for spring’s warm embrace
Just like the year before
Brown Eyes
by Hailey Hamilton
I have brown eyes.
I love my brown eyes,
They’re different.
Brown eyes are gorgeous
Brown eyes are innocent
Brown eyes are deep
Brown Eyes can hold so many things.
My brown eyes hold memories
They hold so many.
My brown eyes hold memories
With my mom
My dad
My stepmom
My grandma
And
My grandpa
Brown eyes are dark
They’re romantic
I have brown eyes
I love my brown eyes.
Over and Over (Again)
by Aiyana McGill
Woke up on the First day, Happy, Naive.
You don't know, how slow, Over and Over will be.
Wake up on the Fifth day, it's starting to lose its spark.
Calm and Collective still, Over and Over will leave its mark.
Wake up on the Tenth day, it's become such a bore.
"Just a bad day." you happen to say, but Over and Over has left you sore.
Wake up on the Fifteen or Sixteen, was there an 8?
you're tired, maybe hungry, Over and Over is on your plate.
Wake up. Over and Over. (Again..)
School is Like a Playground
by Aiyana McGill
School is like a playground. but not because it's Fun.
Not because it's boring, or you wish it was done.
To get a better grasp, we can contrast and relate.
They both can be open, and can close when it's late.
They both have a Purpose, a Goal, every day.
Schools want you to learn, Playgrounds, to play.
Although they're very different, they can be so alike.
They both have things you love, with others, not as quite.
Inside, a school has no slide, no swings where you can fly.
A playground has no books, no binders you have to buy.
Sometimes they're together, where the playground is just outside.
Sometimes they aren't, from wherever you confide.
My point remains the same, from the reasoning that I found.
So wherever you are, no matter how far,
School is like a Playground.
by Mia Ingram
It sits by that window
Bare and sad
Color has drained from the once rose petals
If felt like only yesterday
It rejoiced in the sun’s embrace
But flecks of white now fall
Like the leaves of an autumn timber
It sags in the brisk cold
Awaiting for spring’s warm embrace
Just like the year before
Brown Eyes
by Hailey Hamilton
I have brown eyes.
I love my brown eyes,
They’re different.
Brown eyes are gorgeous
Brown eyes are innocent
Brown eyes are deep
Brown Eyes can hold so many things.
My brown eyes hold memories
They hold so many.
My brown eyes hold memories
With my mom
My dad
My stepmom
My grandma
And
My grandpa
Brown eyes are dark
They’re romantic
I have brown eyes
I love my brown eyes.
Over and Over (Again)
by Aiyana McGill
Woke up on the First day, Happy, Naive.
You don't know, how slow, Over and Over will be.
Wake up on the Fifth day, it's starting to lose its spark.
Calm and Collective still, Over and Over will leave its mark.
Wake up on the Tenth day, it's become such a bore.
"Just a bad day." you happen to say, but Over and Over has left you sore.
Wake up on the Fifteen or Sixteen, was there an 8?
you're tired, maybe hungry, Over and Over is on your plate.
Wake up. Over and Over. (Again..)
School is Like a Playground
by Aiyana McGill
School is like a playground. but not because it's Fun.
Not because it's boring, or you wish it was done.
To get a better grasp, we can contrast and relate.
They both can be open, and can close when it's late.
They both have a Purpose, a Goal, every day.
Schools want you to learn, Playgrounds, to play.
Although they're very different, they can be so alike.
They both have things you love, with others, not as quite.
Inside, a school has no slide, no swings where you can fly.
A playground has no books, no binders you have to buy.
Sometimes they're together, where the playground is just outside.
Sometimes they aren't, from wherever you confide.
My point remains the same, from the reasoning that I found.
So wherever you are, no matter how far,
School is like a Playground.
The Cub
by Brody Kenawell
When a mother's cub is born dumb
On his face the sun shines a little some
But when he gains some intelligence
The sun shines on him with elegance
And when he becomes the most wise
The sun dwindles in size
And in the end when you take a sight
You learn that day has turned to night
The Light Fades
by Julia Williams
The smile she once had
Soon became a mask on her wall
The laugh she wore
Became a scream she called small
Home wasn't fun
School wasn't either
She found her “safe place”
In the woods where they found her
Soaked and alone
Crying in fear
Her eyes only saw
What they had done here
Her eyes red and teary
Her clothes ripped and torn
She wouldn't say a word
She just sat there and mourned
“I don't want to go home”
She stutters her words
Smiles are Fickle
by Aiyana McGill
Smiles are fickle.
they take less muscles and yet they come hard and easy at the same time.
They are they're own masks, you must learn them to know if they're truthful.
they consume, but lie still.
So many meanings, and secrets they hold, but are still pedestrian.
they can be the best and worst thing you saw.
I smile a lot.