Windows Too

Soft, fine sand, beneath your toes.
Scorching sun, heating your face to a crisp, light shade of tan.
The sound of waves, crashing, demolishing, breaking to the ocean floor.
This feeling relaxes me, calms me, separates me from the surrounding world.
Thoughts frolic wildly.
I inhale a deep breath of the salty tropical, moist air.
Then gaze off to the mellow torquiest sea,
And focus in on delicate blades of sea grass.
It sways ever so slightly with the breeze.
I grab ahold of reality.
And walk relentlessly back to the city.
Realizing your private escape has come to an end,
Blending into the crowd, making your way down the busy sidewalk.
Beautiful, flourished palm trees are lit up with bright, vibrant lights.
Restaurants, filled with happy couples.
Stores, surf shacks with Roxy bikinis, to fancy runway clothing,calling it a day.
Daylight fades, and night life starts to come alive.

Trying to conform

To “Rules” or certain things

To be considered

“Cool”

Is ridiculous,

You should feel comfortable enough

around your friends

To be yourself

And let your guard down,

Next time you are with friends friends

Ask yourself…

Am I free to be me?

-megan m.
(.balletdancer4life)

Nobody out there,
Just me,
Me and my board.
Waves rolling on by,
Just not the one for me,
Calm,
Quiet,
I feel at ease,
My nerves get the best of me,
As the next big one pulls me under,
I get back on my board.
A rush of adrenaline comes to me.
I align my body to the board,
Paddle, paddle, paddle!
My dad yells to me.
The wave,
Powerful, and strong
Pushes me through.
Leaning forward,
I still paddle.
The wave is in control,
I use all my might.
Push myself up,
Slide my feet in place,
I am up.
I take control of the board.
I carve through the wave.
Going up and down it,
All the way into shore.
I collapse on the cool sand,
Catch my breath,
And lie in warm sun.

My little goldfish
That I loved
Would swim when bored.
But one day I noticed
He was swimming on his side.
Later he was trying
To swim on his back
Until all of a sudden
He just stopped
Stopped
Never again would he begin
I try and try to stop thinking of him
But memories stay,
Swishhhhhh…
Glug, Glug, Glug

I am a caring person
Who will help
someone
in need
I am
Always
Open to hear
What someone has to say.
You do me a favor
I return it.
I am mature at times
But at other times…
I’m sly
Sneaky
Stubborn
Rude
Evil
And dishonest.
I am like a six sided die
smart
affectionate
evil
helpful.
And talented

-Kyle K.

I am
a lovable
person.
I wouldn’t hurt
a fly.

I have
LOTS
of
friends,
and we
just
LOVE
hanging
out.
And
CHILL’N

-Cassidy M.

New Year’s Day
What a slow day
Stayed up late
Now I’ll play
Football blaring upon the big screen.
Mom says that I’m too young for caffeine
So i turn and I creep
Back to my room for more sleep.

I wake up the next morning
Just to find
That the school bus
Has left me behind
So, I guess
that this is my fate.
Next New Year’s Day
I won’t stay
Up…so late
-Kyle K.

Walking into the woods
Rustling through the leaves
Finally, the giant tree
At the top is my tree stand.
It overlooks the fields
There are hundreds of crows.

Feces fall from the crows,
Like pine cones in the woods,
They fly through fields.
Easy to see them without leaves
From in the tree stand
Until they fly into thick trees.

Weaving through trees,
To track the crows
East of the treestand
I hit the thick woods.
It’s all pine so no leaves
Which makes it way easier to find other fields.

My awesome skills finding fields,
Is like breaking dead twigs off of trees.
Finally, blown leaves,
there sits the crows.
Sneak out of the woods,
A mile away from the tree stand.

It’s getting dark so I turn for the tree stand
Usually I walk through the fields
But occasionally through the woods
To shoot squirrels in the trees.
In the woods you can never find a crow
Because their small enough to hide under leaves.

I hear something rustling the leaves
Something catches my eye up in the tree stand
Take a closer look, it’s crows.
They beat me across the fields,
And the trees,
I didn’t even go through the woods.

Time to leave the numerous fields,
Say goodbye to the treestand and the giant trees.
You can’t forget the crows in the woods.

October is cool,
because it’s not really cold,
and it’s not really hot,
it’s between them both.

October is when you wear sweat shirts and jeans,
and you have to sleep with blankets so you don’t freeze.
You wake up every day cold and shivering.
As you humble in the corner looking for heating.

The leaves fall faster and faster every day,
and winter’s creeping up on you,
in the same day.You say,
“I can’t wait ’til Winter.”
Then the day comes,
October is gone,
Winter…,takes its place.
Boo Hoo… I miss October Days

With two minutes passed,
And about a million things going through my head.

The picture they lay before me not totally finished.
Squeezed by silence,
I seek out the message the drawing is trying to say.

Smooth the pencil lines with my finger,
And gently sketch my next idea
Wiping away my next mistake.

Raising my head again,
Looking at the clock.

Then balance the shades of my picture.
I breath,
I think,
Wait.
And then it hit me.
I need,
I need,
I need,
Color!
Bright,
Dark,
Bold,
Light.

I grab a colored pencil and get to work,
But at first…

I hesitate,
I think,
Wait,
And start up again.

Until I am done.
It is perfect,
Every body loved it.

My Masterpiece.

-Cassidy M.