Poetry

Snow Day
By Liliana Evans

Eyes on the T.V.

wide and gaping

the storm has hit hard

they say with their voices.

Shovel your driveways and make good choices,

all the schools have been closed.

Sledding and hot chocolate have been proposed.

After a quick scream of delight,

we bundle up as if the frost will bite.

Jackets, pants, gloves and hats

flying out like a thousand bats.

Mom turns on the car and we grab the sled and

thoughts of the hill consume our head.

The car is warming up.

Christmas carols blaring

the roads extremely slick

but, no one seems to be caring.

Sister giggles locked in her seat.

I think of the car and my heart skips a beat.

Mom gives in

to the road’s defeat,

we spin all around

till the top’s on the ground.

Sister yelps as do I,

is it likely that we might die.

Mom reaches for the phone.

She acts like a drone,

blood drips from her head

bright lights up ahead.

The sirens are here,

they hurt my ears.

Men jump out in big yellow suits ,

followed by men and women

with a medical pursuit.

The windows shatter

causing a clatter.

Mom’s eyes are closed,

but mine are wide.

Tears stain my sister’s face as

she has cried and cried.

I am pulled out

by a man with big hands,

he follows the orders

that his boss commands.

Mom is in the boxy car

with lights that light like a star.

It rushes off

in the other direction,

the man looks at me

and speaks with discretion.

The day started off so good

be careful in the snow

you should.

In an instant your world could change

from sledding and cocoa to,

sorrow and pain.

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Whirling through the trees,

In and out, through the branches.

No sound but the rustling leaves.

Dead silence.

~Anonymous

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Lauryn Kennedy

A Cat's Pleasure

A rumble of purrs

Like a million voices
With soft-spoken words

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Where I’m From

Anonymous

I am from snow that blankets the ground.

From icy air that burns my lungs.

I am from the pine needles that litter the ground,

surprised by the sudden cold.

The air smelling sweet but stale.

I am from a place where the snow could swallow you whole

and no one would ever know.

I am from the lake where the ice slowly creeps toward the center.

Never fulling closing the hole.

I am from the mountains.

From the pine trees, and cold air.

I am from chocolate and braces,

from 80’s movies and old books.

I am from 110% and give it your all

from you can do it and never give up.

I am from the cow jumped over the moon

and fairy-tale endings.

I am from French and German,

funnel cakes ending in stomach aches and Dr. Pepper

(an addiction that I gained from my mom.)

I am from my great-grandma whose name is also mine.

I am from a tree so complicated that we need someone to guide

The way to our past.

I am from veterans, from sailors.

I am from pictures from moments that I don’t remember,

lying on the tip of my tongue,

waiting for me to speak them,

To remember.

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Stereotypes

Maddie Mead

Just because I’m a girl

Doesn’t mean I do girly things

I don’t wear makeup

I don’t wear dresses

I don’t watch chick flicks

Just because I’m adopted

Doesn’t mean I’m lost

I’m not lonely

I’m not deserted

I’m not isolated

Just because I’m a different skin tone

Doesn’t make me different

I’m not trash

I’m not stupid

I’m not in a gang

Just because I’m an athlete, doesn’t mean I’m a jock

Just because I like school, doesn’t mean I’m a nerd

Just because I like sleeping, doesn’t make me lazy

Yes, people will still base what they think of me off these stereotypes, but don’t judge me when you don’t know me.

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Rain

Anonymous

It is grey; the rain is heavy, and it seems like the whole world has run out of color.  I stand there, hair dripping, clothes soaked, not even thinking about how cold I am.  I don't know where I'm going, but I do know I'm not going home.  Not to the house I can't even call a home anymore.  Just a boring old house.  And if my mom found me she would scream, “Get inside now; it's raining cats and dogs out here!” But I love the rain.  And I'm never going home.

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What We Have

By Maia Cullen

Breathe in the weeps in the screams.

Breathe out what gives you peace,

so you can sleep.

Breathe in the hate.

Breathe out the weight,

of what others think.

Breathe in the death.

Breathe out the wealth,

because there is still so much to live for.

Breathe in the smoke.

Breathe out the hope.

Hope gives you power.

Breathe in the anger.

Breathe out the angel.

We are all angels.

Breathe in the gun shot.

Breathe out the soft,

because softness muzzles the bullets.

Breathe in the lies.

Breathe out the prize.

Lies are not the prize.

Breathe in the fall.

Breathe out the call.

If you call someone with come.

For every bad there is a good,

so keep going,

you will make it.

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I didn’t know what to expect

I didn’t know It would be so bad

I Needed A Warning

something or someone to guide me

I wasn't sent a fairy godmother

I Didn’t Get Any Help

I was just thrown into this terrible place

stumbling and falling over all of this mess

the late nights of work

the fights with the people I thought I loved

the way people described it…

they made It sound so nice

the best two years

I Think Differently

there Is going to be so many new people

nobody told me they would be unacceptably rude.

Everyday I Went

Everyday I Hated It

I Wanted It All To End

two years seemed like twenty

pushed and pulled into Every Hall And Classroom

work thrown at me left and right

it wasn’t the right place for me

these four walls…

They Controlled Me

I was a SeCoNdArY color within a rainbow of primary colors

but, they turned me into someone I wasn’t

slowly shaping me Into someone else

someone who society wanted me to be

basic, popular, and only one of the primary colors.

That Wasn’t Me.

nor was this someone I aspired to be.

this place confused me.

And It Still Does.

Middle School.

By Matea Watson
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Who am I …
Kiara Perez

I am romance languages and good food I am a wanderer about my future and what I will become I am the sounds of ocean waves crashing against the shore where I play I am a superstar waiting to hear the news I pretend I'm the empty room but really I'm the school hallway I have a constant fear of being the only one left I cry for my dad I understand who I am yet I have no idea I hope I can find my way out of the dark tunnel I am confused I am me.

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Awakening War

To him school was war,

But war gets old.

Barrages of spitballs dug deep into the skin,

Reminding him who he was,

Nobody.  

An aching pain.

1000 pound weights, anchoring  down his soul.

An angel lost in the pits of hell,

but light always shines.

Stars from heaven.

Bleeding through the night, black clouds

 roaming above.

A hope, a chance.

But chances doesn’t last forever,

awake from a dream,

again he must go,

To war.

-Ryan Weigel

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People

I am not insane.

I am not a freak,

Or an addict,

Or mentally diseased.

I am human.

Though my mind is sharp,

And my senses are far from psychotic,

My emotions…might be.

-Anonymous  

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My name is the same

In a lot of different languages

But in the end it is

Different from any other than itself

It is the clear water

Road that leads to my past and future

It is what made me, me myself and I

It is my name

It is what I bring to the dinner table on thanksgiving

It is what makes me whole

It is what labels my soul it is who I am

It is the fresh airy smell of pine

The yellow, blue and red

The salmon in the river

The home of the Broncos, The Avalanche and The Rockies

The flowing rapids completes where I am from

My name is me

My foggy thoughts clouding my head

It is the emotions  that tell you who I am

It is the guy with three best friends and the big dreams

If my name is not me it’s nobody

I'm my name and my name is who I have always longed to be

I know that my name is mine

-Logan McCasland

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Haiku Poems

Anonymous

Gum stuck to my shoe,

so stuck to the dirty ground,

so pink and gooey

Elevator rules,

when it is closing don't leave,

or the alarm will go.

You must be this tall.

I am so short next to you,

I want to enter.

The blank pages mock me.

I need to reveal words but i can't,

oh nothing to say.

Pizza is my life,

pepperoni is really good.

 So cheesy and good.

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I am From

Megan Reynolds

I am from being unnoticed

From few friends, but that’s okay.

I am from being different

From being the one left out--

The unpopular one.

I am from being “that one girl with the ‘guitar’”

And from educating people. It's called a cello, just so you know.

I am from short tempers and emotions

And from sticking up for my few best friends.

I am from loneliness

And sometimes only having Dmitri and Twister,

My own cello and hamster, as my only friends, even if it seems weird.

I am from talking to them as if they’re another person

They are very good listeners, even if they don’t always understand.

I am from shooting my compound bow until my hand goes numb.

From playing my cello until there are dents in my left fingers.

I am from losing arrows, to losing fletchings

From breaking an A or C string and scavenging for rosin

I am from the excitement that runs through my blood when I hit the target

From Dmitri singing so beautifully

Even if he’s an inanimate object that I give a voice to.

I am from never getting allowance

And from never really wanting it, either.

I am from trying to help others spontaneously, out of the blue

And knowing that good feeling I get is because I am doing the right thing.

I am from loving my family

From trying my hardest to be like them.

From trying to be happy, even if it doesn’t work out

From bunk beds and untidy rooms

From making dream catchers by day, from catching a furry escapee by night.

I am from these moments,

That make up my life, my personality,

The moments that create me.

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I Remember

Laura Jane Stephens

I walk the trail of change sleeping on path.  I think of deep feeling, deep love, joy and deep sadness. I think of what it would be like when my mom is cancer free. I think of where it began, where it started, the tall rocky mountains or the tall dirt  hills. The dry air that I breathed in filled my lungs with a wheeze. I sit next the the dark blue river that crashes against the broken down rock with force, but this is where am I from. I remember the love, joy, the music and the art.

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The Girl with Green Eyes

The girl with green eyes and a cold heart,
here she stands.
One hand shakes as she grips her phone, like her life depends on it.
The other hand is the one she uses to check her pulse every few seconds,
just so she is aware that she is living and breathing.
Now you know her secrets.

The girl with brown hair and a scattered brain,
she races around her room, trying to find the perfect pencil for her perfect essay.
Alone outside where it's quiet,
it’s perfect .
The perfectionist who will never be perfect.
Now you know her secrets.
The girl with hidden freckles who's always humming,
here she stands.
The girl who always seems to have a song stuck in her head,
who will practice cello until her neighbors yell at her for being an inconvenience,
who will save up for years upon years, fill up a mason jar with rusty coins,

just so she can see her favorite band stand up on a lighted stage once a year.
A light flickers inside her every time she hears panicked discos and days that are green.
Music of all kinds fill her with determination.
Now you know her secrets.
The girl with crooked teeth and a cultured background,
Here she stands.
She goes home to the smell of Indian tacos almost every night,
and you wonder why she’s not fit.
She doesn't sleep in on Saturdays.

Instead, she drives for an hour to help teach Indian education.
She'll tell her friends about it, and they'll tell her that they totally get it, since they're

part Swedish, part French, and part Hispanic, but also Russian.
Which is a white person's way of saying, they're white.  
People wonder why certain pipelines irritate her "more than they should".
Is she carrying the weight of people no one cares about in a history no one tells?
Now you know her secrets.
The girl with long legs and restricted passions,
here she stands.
Phone in her hand, but this is the only time it's aloud.
She knows she's not perfect,
Which is why this isn't memorized,
but should that define who she is?
No.

It only defines her grade,
but that shouldn't define who she is either.
What should?
This poem?
Herself?
Anything?
She shouldn't be defined at all, she's not a word in the dictionary.
Who is she?
She takes a deep breath once more,
She just wants to be happy.
But God forbid she asks a girl to the social.
God forbid she doesn't memorize a poem.
The girl with green eyes and a cold heart,
Here I stand.
And now you know my secrets.

-Anonymous

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poems

I'm always overwhelmed by that feeling.

Where your heart won't slow down,

and your mind keeps racing.

And your palms are sweaty,

and you can't think straight

So people are screaming at you, to make up your mind

But you can't

-Anonymous

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Death is leaving

Everything behind

And forcing others

To live without

Having you there to help.

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Wyatt Schulz

It's raining cats.

It's raining dogs.

It's raining ponds, for frogs.

It's raining drop, by drop, by drop.

It hits the ground, pop, pop, pop.

Water, water, everywhere.

Water droplets in the air.

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Where I’m From

By: Anonymous

I am from ice.

From the stick and the puck.

I am from the court.

From the net and the backboard.

I am from the “ Get up!”

And the “ Brush it off.” and the “ Suck it up.”

I am from the I’m with you till the end

and the I’m here for you.

From the friends I call family.

I am from the Dallas Stars

and the Pittsburgh Penguins.

From the playoffs and the Stanley Cup.

I am from the Milwaukee Bucks

and the Denver Nuggets.

From the playoffs and the championship.

I am from diamonds

and spades.

From poker and blackjack.

That is where I’m from.

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I am from

I am from the state where the large peaks of rocks and snow kiss the sky.

I am from the home where my dad left when I was too young to remember.

I am from the place where my mother was the only adult I was brought up to know and see when I was a baby.

I am from the tree we named Tallulah, where each branch, leaf and flower held an amazing memory created over time.

I am from the look of a little Irish girl. The brown, reddish hair with natural highlights, green eyes with a little trace of yellow triangles and freckles that are sprinkled across my nose and cheeks.

I am from the father that cheated and the mother that is stronger than nails.

I am from the mother that would jump in front of a train just to protect and feed her two daughters.

I am from the step father that took two girls under his wing, who was a better father than my real dad ever was and ever will be.

I am from the step father that showers me with love and makes me feel wanted and protected

like I thought could never happen.

I am from the hospital, where I was brought to because the wheezing and the hard to breath feeling would not go away. Where the sickness tried to tear me down just as my father would but with his words.

I am from that mountain child born and raised to be a mountain girl. Shown the ski slopes at 15 months.

Where each time I went back up to these beautiful  mountains with snow glazed across each peak like icing on a cake, I fell more in love with them.

I felt as if all my cares would fly away and leave me free and alive.

I am from the soccer field. Introduced to this sport not knowing I would soon grow to have a passion for the field. I was taught by this sport that I have to fight and never stop fighting for what I want and for what I believe in most

I am from the “you are forgiven,” to the “I will forget about the bad you have done.” When I thought it was okay to finally put my guard down. When I thought that it was finally okay to stop tip toeing around the volcano that could erupt any moment. But sooner or later I new there would be a large explosion leaving me with scars that may never heal. Leaving me drowning and gasping for air in my own tears. Leaving me terrified for my life and my sister's life too. Leaving me feeling alone in this world, makin me feel like no one could ever save me from this darkness that engulfed my soul and my mind. Leaving me telling myself “you new this was going to happen, you can ever put your guard down like that again, you can never trust him again or any man again.”

Over time, I moved away from the volcano and moved into the light, where the leftover pieces from the explosion could not effect me. After a while I  became happier but I am still cautious of the people around me, trying to detect the good apples from the rotten apples so I don't get caught in another cross fire.

-Fiona Kelly

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M.E

What does me mean?

It means to be you.

Does me stand for something?

M.E. stands for Myself and Energy.

The energy part describes me.

The E can stand for anything.

That describes me or you.

Energy can be bad,

Sometimes it's a good thing.

Another word  is glad.

It gives me a ting.

These words all mean me.

Me, can climb a tree.

Anything M.E. can do

I can do it to.

Me, myself and I,

Are all different,

But still
Unknown

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I'm always overwhelmed by that feeling

Where your heart won't slow down

And your mind keeps racing

And your palms are sweaty

And you can't think straight

So people are screaming at you to make up your mind

But you can't

How did my greatest fears go from

Heights, bugs, and killers in the wardrobe

To footsteps outside my bedroom door,

Unexpected calls,

Talking to people,

Buying things in stores,

Failing school,

Phone messages,

Laughter behind my back,

Making up my mind,

How did my greatest fear become my own mind?