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October 2013

Bullies Are Cowards

I smiled and you frowned at me
I reached out my hand and you held yours back
I chose to make peace and befriend you
But you chose instead to attack
You laughed, you mocked and ridiculed me
My very presence you despised
Without reason or cause you stared at me
With so much hatred in your eyes
You made me feel like an outcast
In front of all of our classmates and peers
I felt so humiliated, so embarrassed, hurt and ashamed
It caused me to cry so many tears
You crushed my spirit and until my self esteem was so low
I begin to believe all of your lies
Every time that I looked in the mirror I hated myself
Until all I wanted to do was die

But then I heard the still small voice of God within
Say to me that I was fearfully and wonderfully made
And Because of His love that abides in me, My beauty glows brighter day by day and shall never fade
And though it might seem popular and powerful to some
To bully those who choose to turn the other cheek
The truth is, that victims are the true heroes
And that underneath the mask of bullies are cowards who are weak

© 2013 V. J. Jeffries
Danville VA
PostGraduate

October 2013

Can’t You See?

Can’t you see the flowers?
They’re bending out,
Reaching for our attention.

Can’t you see the clouds?
They’re putting on a show,
Aiming to make us smile and giggle like we’re young.

Can’t you see the trees?
They’re crying out,
Yearning for our love and compassion.

Can’t you see the birds?
They’re singing their song,
Letting all the emotions flood out like they can’t be stopped.

Can’t you see the sun?
He’s shining,
Desperate for our gratefulness.

Can’t you see the bees?
They’re working,
Franticly buzzing around as they gather the pollen for their sweet honey.

Can’t you see the world?
We’re all spinning,
Blinded by our greed and mischief.

Can’t you see it all?
The simplest things,
They’re all doing the simplest actions.

Can’t you see?
They’re all beseeching,
Hoping for the slightest sliver of recognition.

© 2013 Briana P.
Dunlap Valley Middle School
Dunlap IL
Grade 7

October 2013

The five senses of five Waterfalls

As I walk through the falls
I hear a simple plop, drop
the sounds are so relaxing
I know wait for them to take me away

The sight is so beautiful
so soothing so calming
the sight is so gorgeous
as I look up at Niagara

The taste so crisp
the taste so refreshing
the taste so cool
the crisp and cool falls

The touch is so rough
and it is so hard
but so silky at the same time
the rough but silky falls

The smell is so fresh
so sweet so summery
the fresh and sweet scent
Niagara Falls is the place for you

© 2013 Juli B.
Madisonville Intermediate
Madisonville TN
Grade 5

September 2013

Rumors

Empty
Everything you choose
You seem to lose
For your lies
Dies
As it reaches their lives

Do you enjoy the pain
That drives people insane

The lies
That makes burnt fries
And little girl cries

Does the bumpy ride
Satisfy your pride?

© 2013 Hanna S.
Ashe County High School
West Jefferson, NC
Grade 10

August 2013

Rolling river reckoning

Built into sand you run for thee
Despise the tide and bite the sea
Rolling river reckoning

Calls of men might sheath night
Smell saplings bubble with poison and rye
Cry out to them “till’ we meet our maker;”
Weed out the culprit, expose the faker!

Gold and fire from the sky
A lingering plea with no reply
Perpetual signs of demons’ faces
Lost in binds of boundless spaces
Trembling masts release a sigh
It’s now or never, do or die
King of serpents must be at works
Glimpse heathen’s spell from darkness lurks

From great clouds’ forged humidity
Push waves aside, assail lucidity
Against all odds defy such beckoning
An augury forms, most sailors seconding

This shipwreck is mine
So toss it to me
Out into the ocean
My shipmates threw me

© 2013 Jacob G.
Elon University
Fayetteville, NC
Undergradute

July 2013

Why Can’t You Be Mine?

This dream I had kept me up all night.
It involved a love so blind, only seen without sight.
A heart so worn to be locked by pain,
uprooted by pleasure without blood in my veins.

No one to love me, no one in sight to be seen,
Without sight of color, no way to be mean.
If the sun would shine all day and all night,
Love would never scare me it would only have flight.

Too much hate, too much guilt, too many worries, all pain,
This goes back to no blood in my veins.
Anger, pleasure, happiness, pain,
The feeling of love without refrain.

My mouth cannot utter a word of false meaning;
I wake up to find I had only been dreaming.

Why can’t ours be yours?
Why can’t them be us?
Why can’t hers be his?
Why can’t you be mine?

© 2013 Cody J.
Minneapolis, MN
Postgraduate

June 2013

A Dragon in My Wagon

Once there was a dragon
He lived in my wagon
I like to ride in my wagon
So does my dragon.
Wherever we will play
People will say
Why are you in a wagon
With that dragon?

© 2013 Emily G.
Willsboro Central School
Willsboro, NY
Grade 1

June 2013

I am thankful for the grass thankful for the tree I am thankful to everything i see like birds and wind sun and rain trees and apples and berries too .I see ants walking in 1 row with you with butterflies everywhere with cattapillars about wondering with leaves all about .The hot winds so hot i feel like i would pop

by,
catherine h

© 2013 Catherine H.
Peru Intermediate School
Peru, NY
Grade 3

June 2013

“San Francisco, the perfect spot for vacation”

Have you ever been on a two hour plane ride with your friends
Playing cards across the aisle with nobody there to stop you?
Have you ever spent a long, hot and humid, night at a hotel
Jumping on the bed and playing games, with nobody there to stop you?
Have you ever gone shopping without anybody there telling you what to buy and nobody there to stop you?
Go somewhere, with nobody there to stop you.

Have you ever met a friend who you have been writing letters to, for the first time?
Have you ever tasted the crunchiness of a subway sandwich
While relaxing in the bright sun on a picnic blanket with your pen pal?
Have you ever felt the hot sun
Blazing on your skin, giving you sunburns?
Have you ever played on a hard, rough turf field
With your pen pal and a few other friends?
Go somewhere, with nobody there to stop you.

Have you ever traveled with a group of really good friends
Running and jumping on the sidewalk, without your parents?
Have you ever seen a gigantic room
Filled with America’s favorite ice cream; Ghirardelli Square?
Have you ever heard an ice cream maker plop the melted ice cream,
Into cups and bowls and cones?
Have you ever smelled the warmth of melted chocolate
Tickling your nose?
Have you ever tasted the sweet cream of vanilla ice cream
And the rich indulgence of hot fudge?
Have you ever had the melted ice cream get your fingers dirty
As you eat every last bit of it?
Have you spent the evening seeing Fisherman’s Wharf
With your camera around your neck?
Have you ever seen the sea lions bark and jump up and down
On the platforms floating on the water?
Have you ever felt the cool, blue water
Tickling the tips of your fingers?
Have you ever heard the sea lions go ark ark?
Have you ever ran on a cool breezy evening from your hotel to the Fisherman’s Wharf
And then back to the hotel?
Go somewhere, with nobody there to stop you.

Have you ever smelled the fragrance of the perfume scented flowers
Drifting past your nose?
Have you ever been in a huge, round room
Filled with all types and colors of butterflies?
Have you ever touched a beautiful, bright pink butterfly?
Have you ever experienced a pretty blue butterfly landing on your shoulder?
What about being in a fake earthquake with everything shaking?
Have you done all this with nobody there to stop you?
Go somewhere, with nobody there to stop you.

Have you ever done these things without anybody there to stop you?
To tell you what to do?
To tell you what to buy?
To tell you where to go,
What to say, even how to spend your day?
Have you done these things with no parents around?
Go, have a good time with your friends only.
Go somewhere, with nobody there to stop you.

By: Anika A.

© 2013 Anika A.
Forest Ridge School of the Sacred Heart
Bellevue, WA
Grade 6

June 2013

The all consuming fear
Creeping up from the darkest corners
Washing across every inch of your being
Pulsing through your veins
Punishing your heart
And why fear?
Because of the unknown?
Because of the past?
Or is it perhaps because we know not trust
Is it because we have been wounded?
Has our innocence been robbed of our person?
No it is all but life as the whole
Streaming down piercing our minds with terror
Infiltrating our souls with never ending scars
Fear, like pain numbs the soul
Blocks rationality and promotes panic
Feeding off the darkness we hold
Fear thrives in cold depths of hell
It’s strong arms hold you tight
Shaking you to your core
Breathing quickens and pulse races
Excitement building and head pounding
You wish to be free of the relentless force
It acts as an addiction
Pulling you in closer with every thrash of pain
How can one resist?
Resisting is as dangerous as a gunshot through the chest
As detrimental as a fatal accident
And yet it is a silent killer
Working from the inside and crawling its way out
We arrive at the same question
How does fear gain the strength?
How doe it overcome such confident forces?
Who is to blame?
Is it I who let the fear feed of my emotions?
You? Who triggered the curiosity?
Or is fear blameless?
And if blame could be placed,
Would any punishment suffice?
For nothing can simulate the cold depression of fear
Nothing exists that can prove to the bravest man it’s existence
The proof is stored in our minds
Surfaced by the strange trigger which instills the most unpleasant sensation
And yet it a way we are our fear
It could not thrive without a soul on which to attach
Fear would be just a myth
That would be devastating to us as humans
Our character is built of our fears
And if what we fear were to disappear
Tell me child, but who would we be

© 2013 Kim D.
Commack High School
Commack, NY
Grade 10