Grandfathers.

Both so proud
Of what they had done,
Until one of life’s battles
They thought they had won.

They’re Gone.

They filled our lives
With so much love,
Until the angels
Came from above.

They’re Gone.

They will always be
Kept close to our heart,
Even though we are far,
Far apart.

They’re Gone.

Nothing else
Could ever measure,
To the memories
We will always treasure.

They’re Gone,
But not forgotten.

Jackie A.

You are so graceful
As you fly through the air

I looked to the winter sky
But you weren’t there

When I heard you sing
I knew you were near

I was so joyful
It’s been half a year

Since we are together at last
We can have a blast

But when winter begins
You must fly with the winds

~ Liam C.

Monsters that slaughter others and destroy lives,
Wicked creatures that do anything for a gain,
Soulless cretins with terrifying agendas and horrendous thoughts,
People are evil,
People don’t change,
Nightmares with masks, and fangs, and claws,
Darkness incarnate with supposed emotions and hidden lusts and desires…
People, all of us, we all are people with these potentials or pasts,
thoughts or actions, agendas and plans, lusts and desires…masks,
fangs, and claws…all of us…

Jonathan Michael

Winning is like getting a fluffy new puppy on Christmas day.
Losing is like a poor old dying dog, which has to be put to sleep soon.

Winning is like the freedom of getting your driver’s license.
Losing is like failing your driver’s license test for the sixth time.

Winning is like steaming hot, delicious pizza fresh out of the oven.
Losing is like moldy old pizza that’s been under your bed for years.

Winning is like jumping into a cool, refreshing pool on a hot summer day.
Losing is like being in the desert on the hottest day of the year.

Winning is like the feeling of knowing you tried your best and came out on top.
Losing is like going through life cheating, lying, and stealing to get by.

Ryan K.

Ode To Summer

The excitement that floods through me,
As I feel your warmth approach.
Opening my eyes
To the magnificence of nature once again.
The beauty.
The wonder.
Listening to the sweet sound of birds chirping,
Watching them fill the sky.
Waiting for exquisite flowers to bloom.
Sunbathing, Swimming, Volleyball, Picnics.
Like a brand new beginning.
Like a breath of fresh air.
Missing you all winter and suddenly you’re there.

Marissa C.

I bite into you
and taste all parts
of you.
First I taste the bread
and then your insides.
your cold insides get
jammed in my mouth
with your warm
outside.
I know your bread
acts as a protective
armor but it is not
enough to stop me.
I am sorry for taking
Your life but you are
feeding my hunger.
Any time of the day
and year I eat you.
Soon your brother
or sister is next on
line.

Bobby B.

Your rhythmic beat
makes me start to
tap my foot.
Your melody glides
through my mind.
You let me be free
to express how I feel,
and let me be silly
as I sing with you,
sometimes loud and off-key.
You are an individual,
a different snowflake every song.
Your sounds and words
create visions in my mind,
taking me away from
my boring, dull day.
You are an inspiration-
a shelter to
all thoughts and emotions.
You come in different ways:
an acoustic guitar,
a grand piano,
a violin or a banjo.
But music,
no matter what you look like
or sound like,
you let me be me.

-Leanne H.

I greet you and already my day is perfect.
You make me feel happy and lucky to have you.
You’re very funny and always willing to lend a helping hand.
Without you my life would be boring, no one to talk to or hang out with.
I love you friends!

-Jackie A.

Vanilla is like the mundane school week.
Chocolate is like the never-ending summer vacation.

Vanilla is like the footsy pajamas your grandma gives you every Christmas.
Chocolate is like the new pair of Ugg Boots you get for your birthday.

Vanilla is like the overplayed song on the radio.
Chocolate is like your favorite song you can listen to over and over again.

Vanilla is like a visit to a petting zoo.
Chocolate is like a fun trip to the circus.

Vanilla is the ice cream that goes with everything, but chocolate is better by itself.

-Stephanie M.

I slide you on my foot and rush
Into the studio
You come to life as the
Music pulses on and the rhythm flows from your movements.
Beaten an distressed the marks
On your gentle leather appear
Like scars for every attempted
Move.
You softly pitter-patter, brushing
The floor as I dance, so methodic
And rhythmic, the sounds keeping pace.
The worn material of which you
Are bound, so fragrant of leather,
Now flexible and so
Thin from use.
You are old and destroyed,
But you will not be denied
The center stage spotlight,
For which you were
Meant.

Meghan G.