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I Wish by Keith B. I wish I could be normal I wish my friend didn't talk behind my back I wish that school wasn't a scary place I wish that I could stop the meanness I wish to help the world I wish I could change I wish... but which one will come true?
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8th Grade Mean Girls by Liz S. The distant roar Of 8th grade munchers Deafens my
ears I think of chips and soda A rollercoaster for my taste buds.
The snobby girls Flip their hair and whisper Cruel things about the girl With the large glasses and Overly-large head.
They stand up And walk like the Clouds drifting overhead I hear mean laughter Lord, I don’t like 8th graders. |
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How I See
By Liz S.
I look at a fire And only see flame, I look at a dollar And only see fame.
I look at the sea And only see blue, I look in my heart And only see you.
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Inside
By Anonymous
Inside is a girl Who wants to cry out, To live and to breathe Without a care. Sometimes inside Emotions are of love and peace, But other times The world couldn’t Have enough hatred and anger. Inside is a girl Who is crying out, Listen and you shall Hear her song. |
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Summer In A Skewed Perspective by Liz S.
Humid, wet Exhausting heat Makes me crave for A large frozen confection Preferably something fudgy
The kids across the neighborhood Take off their pants And ride their bikes Along the dusty streets I hear their laughter
A scream echos through the sky A barefoot woman Stepped on a spider At last, ice cream! Thank you scary ice cream man! |
Locker Pains
by Liz S.
Pungently filling my nostrils With a horrid rotten stench The tuna apparently Went moldy.
I slam my locker In heated frustration I nailed someone In the forehead
“Ow!! I’m filing harassment forms!” Fills the hallway Teachers run I covertly lock myself In the bathroom.
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What If...? by Liz S.
What if the sky could sing a tune? What if the gleaming sun was the moon? What if the twinkling stars smiled down? What if everyone dressed as a clown?
But what if the sky forever turned gray, And the moon and the sun just faded away? What if the stars could never shine? What if I changed this world of mine? |
My Dog My fuzzy new puppy sits on my lap, looking out the murky colored window as if she is in some other world. I’m running down the blurred street. My dog is clomping next to me faithfully Her tongue lolls out the side of her yellow muzzle. I frantically leap down the steep stairs, almost late for the school bus. My dog bounds joyfully down the stairs after me “thud thump thud” clears a pile of books lying patiently in the hallway and sweeps the corner, she doesn't want to miss me leaving. |
