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By Christian DeJesus Good day, Mr. Colton And Mrs. Colton too;
I hope you’re glad to see me, And will like me before I go through. I’m here for your welcome, I’m sure I like your style; We’ll soon become right friendly, If you will only smile. I’ll try to entertain you, with monologue and rhyme But if you won’t assist me, we’ll have a dreadful time The world is full of worry, Let’s forget it for a while, And take a trip to Funland so stretch your mouth and smile Some speakers talk of trouble, of pessimistic creeds But just a smile is all the world needs Be happy, enthusiastic, and cheerful all the while Forget your gloom and worries, and smile, smile, smile! And now the ice is broken, we’re friends that’s how it stands, And if you feel as I do, you’ll tell me with your hands, With song and jest and story, I shall an hour beguile; I’ll do my best to please you, If you’ll smile, smile, smile!
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By Ashanti Moore We never think it could be us,
We never think it could be someone we know, We always assume everything will go the way it went yesterday, But not everything is certain. Everything is possible to happen To you, your family, your friends, and to strangers. She woke that day, Not knowing everything would change. She went through her normal routine for the day Showering away the night’s sleep Stretching her bones for the action she yet knows She’s done and leaves out the door without a word to her family Like any other day she walks to school. If she allows herself time She would walk as much as she could before school. The school is a bit a ways from her house but she enjoys it She always has to walk by the busy streets of the road, And she never gave much care until that fateful ripple in time She was taken It happened quickly within a blink of an eye. Rough-handled, silenced, and threatened, She was scared filled with adrenaline Wondering how it was ever possible. How could it happen to her? She was taken. Taken away from her life , Taken away from her family with no words said, Taken away from what she knew, Taken away to someplace different, Taken away to a place no girl should be around and forced to do unspeakable things. We never think it could be us, We never think it could be someone we know, We always assume everything will go the way it went yesterday, But not everything is certain. Everything is possible to happen To you, your family, your friends, and to strangers. By Annunziata Drago Donnie couldn’t read or write
He couldn’t tie his shoes But the one thing he would always win No doubt was shooting pool He had beaten all-star Jim And crushed thousands of others too But someone that he never played Was legendary Coop Donnie had a winning streak that no one dared to take But Coop had played for forty years and he knew Donnie’s stakes “Boy, I know you think you’re slick” Coop said as he broke off “But I’ve been playing all my life” And in went the first striped ball Donnie took his cue and gulped Lining up two with six He shot the stick with all his might And started to feel sick Donnie had a winning streak that no one dared to take But Coop had played for forty years and he knew Donnie’s stakes Donnie stepped towards his turn but something caught his foot His leg came out from under him and the whole room shook Coop was slow to look at the table Something was very odd As Donnie scratched his head and stood Coop cried, “This is an act of God.” All the solids were in holes Just the eight and striped ones left Donnie took his cue and grinned And shot eight in the net Donnie had a winning streak that no one dared to take Not even legendary Coop, all thanks to Donnie’s shoelace By Annabel Fernandez (Aries)
I am not a very social kid. I mostly keep to myself. I’m not fussy. I don’t need everything to be perfect. Just everything around me. So I don’t know how you managed to ram yourself into the picture. It’d probably be easier to tell you if I could remember back that far. (Taurus) We separate after preschool. Still we, quite stubbornly Manage to stay friends. And about once a month I go to the island of Crete That is your house For an afternoon. (Gemini) And we are like twins. We even look the part. Same brown hair, brown eyes Still you manage to stay just an inch taller than me While I stay closer to the ground Head still floating in the clouds But at least attached to my body. (Cancer) Summertime is finally here. Goodbye school. Hello you. Though you do go off to Christian summer camp To hang with the sinful kids And can’t text back. Which was a good preparation For your future of perpetual grounding Where you almost never have your phone. (Leo) I didn’t think you’d hide anything from me. Not after I had shared so much. But it would be easier to strangle a lion Than to strangle the truth out of you. (Virgo) In seventh grade you have your first boyfriend. It lasts five months Making it your longest relationship yet. I’ve run out of fingers to count the boys in your life And if you make a fist You can count my romantic successes On your fingers. Because swinging both ways Doesn’t mean you’ll actually hit any targets. (Libra) Balance. According to Google A scorpion weighs about an ounce. That’s not much But it might be just enough To tip the scales In your favor. (Scorpio) Come Halloweentime After Orion fell from the sky You tell me you weren’t having Your usual trick-or-treat birthday party. “That’s fine,” I say “I’m down for something else.” That ‘something else’ is A party without me. (Sagittarius) Now that is an arrow shot straight to the heart. But time—it does pass. Let a gaping wound heal to become a hole. (Capricorn) New year same me. Or different me… I get my license. You crash your car. Despite your capriciousness I think it was kind of the other guy’s fault. After all, you can’t be goaded into questionable behavior Alone behind the wheel. (Aquarius) I am not a very social kid. I mostly keep to myself. I’m not fussy. I don’t need everything to be perfect. Just everything around me. The February rain is pouring down. I get it, I guess. Sometimes there’s too much air pressure and you have to let it all out. (Pisces) Epilogue: I’ll tell you how it is when we get there. If you make it there, that is. If you fish yourself out of that mess, that is. You are my history. But you are not my problem. By Andres Angeles-Paredes There he stands upon the cliff by the sea,
My darling Edmond, a handsome image, Dressed in black, whose gentle hands will hold me And give me life once more in my village. Whose battered soul I may heal without lies Whose fair and pale skin will touch me with care While I admire his entrancing eyes And I caress his elegant blonde hair. There he stands, watching the turbulent waves, Waiting to become a husband. Surely It would be my hand he’ll take in the nave As we bond in holy matrimony. But his image, only a fantasy, Fades off, never to be a memory. By Ailin Galloway I remember when she told me
“Heart Shaped Box” by Nirvana on the radio A worried expression on my moms face Then she told me ”Julie passed away last night” My heart sank in my stomach You were one of my mom’s best friends One of the ones who felt like a second mom to me We would go out on your boat when the weather was nice Our family and yours I can't imagine how your family must be feeling Especially Liam You were someone I always looked upon with fondness You and my mom were close And I loved seeing you and your son You were such a good mom to him And an all around good person You were smart like my mother I wasn't as close to you as my mother was But I would always ask ”When are we going to see Julie and Liam again?” Now I know the question has changed: ”When are we going to see Liam again?” As I'm writing this, I feel the tears welling up in my eyes Death always makes me sad, but I seem to never cry But, I know you're in a better place now And your spirit will live on in me And those close to me I know we will never forget you I know I will never forget you By Isabel Sharp hellion
you have climbed into my window somehow! it had been shut yet here you are on my doorstep, on my footstep the bullion you give me is anaphylactic (prizes won are worse than prizes received) get me her! get me mine bullion hellion give me the gold filings on her teeth lust in a sin; i am (as logic flows) sinful as sinful as the sea is full of yourself - i am not your kind your kindness is for granted, taken light i am nothing but a hellion’s magnet let her give herself to the angels on both shoulders (i once thought myself an angel as well; i was sorrowfully mistaken) mt. rushmore demon, show me the sainthood that lies in her tears on her cheeks on her skin on her bones boney boney cheekbone martyr i am weak to your bones (my bones are cursed) i am the hellion’s adversary! why do you even try? i deserve none of your goodness, though you overflow your cup runneth over, mine is drunk my teeth rot of greedfulness, yours painted and primed hand me the sin in you, i will eat it like a cherry’s core i will eat yourself like a pomegranate, put it between my teeth i have nothing but hellion blood in me yet you deserve greater than hellion, you beautiful paragon. By Isabel Sharp heavy is the noonday sun
that makes our shadows short and careful is the hat on head but still our shoulders burnt because we go so tenderly at night when all is still and if we move more outwardly behold the cry more shrill than babies in their mother’s arms or candles near the wick they scream at us so awkwardly we never think it’d stick but we can climb down windowsills as lightly as the breeze and once we’re there where no one spies we’ll be with so much ease By Isabel Sharp hangman’s sun, open your wide arms wide!
pat our heads and kiss our knees rummage the forest and pick out the leaves and make the girl well; make the shadow tall make the head swell; make the words say all hangman’s sun, open our minds to each other and our hearts to the skies By Isabel Sharp inbetween the cracks in the pavement that is my skull
there lies a forest of moss and grass lush, comfortable and overall kind and there are trees that peek up through the brush made of strong pale wood with cracks and splinters; nonetheless it holds its own healthier than ever the microcosmic forest that is my mind is home to many beings which hide in the fringes and come out into view at the most inconvenient times and make themselves known with a hollering screech the cicadas in the tall trees murmur and the birds hushedly speak to one another as the hum of the forest engulfs my entire capacity |
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