Whyaretherespaces
inbetweenwords?
What’sthepoint?
Ifyou’reatthispointinmypoem
youmustagreewithme.
Ifyouagree,finishthispoemand
tellyourfriendstofinishittoo.
Thenaskyourself,
Doweneedspacesinbetweenwords?
~Hannah C.~
Every Tuesday night
My sister gets kind of crazy
“House is on tonight!”
He is cruel
But he helps us
So people go either way.
He lives with Wilson
Who works with him too
They must get annoyed!
House takes some strange cases
Like cancer that’s not
And still helps them get cured.
~Hannah C.~
(the show has changed since i wrote this)
Ever day near sunset,
a battle begins between Day and Night.
The sky turns red from the battle,
leaving us with beautiful scenery.
But above that beauty, lies the battle between
Sun and Moon.
The Sun burns the moon, causing
a hot, bright sunset on Earth.
But the Sun burns out too quickly,
so hot it can’t bear to
fight any longer.
In shame, it flees to the other side of the Earth,
leaving nothing but darkness.
The battle is over,
but there’s always tomorrow
- Davey
A world where there are no crimes,
Where money didn’t matter.
A place of peace,
In a small quiet neighborhood.
Where you meet the prince of your dreams.
A happily ever after.
Too bad it’s only fiction.
- Katie
My favorite tree
A tall tree, leaves a dark green color,
with a stone beside the tree
Dirt surrounds the tree
Big Broad Branches,
Clouds Hovering above,
A perfect place for shade
I hear birds chirping and friends laughing.
A breeze of air passes by and I say
“What a wonderful place”
- Christian
How does someone come across bad luck?
Is there even such thing,
or is it as real as
Bubbakanoosh is?
The message you got on that
Saturday morning
reminds you of that one question:
does bad luck exist in the world of humanity?
You remember the words:
Luck of the Irish
and so
you look back at that note
and it says that no bad luck isn’t good luck
and yet
everyone seems to question us:
does bad luck exist in the universe?
So the next day you run
around
spreading the rumor of this
mysterious note
and when someone comes up to you,
they ask you again:
is bad luck known as just a myth?
Then the mystery
of who left you that message
remains for the rest of your life
until the day comes that you answer
that one question:
what is bad luck?
-Jennifer
Everything’s still
and yet everything’s moving.
Just like the way
that the oceans’ waves
seem to move according to the music
of that sweet,
sweet
lullaby,
is like listening to the roaring tiger
as it’s being tamed by its host.
The forests and their leaves,
like magnificently blossoming flowers,
just waiting to confront its new life,
like a newly born child
awaits its next birthday
where boys and girls sing the
Birthday lullaby.
And yet,
all creation seems to come back
to how everything is still
even though everything is moving.
-Jennifer
I hide behind my mask,
Afraid my name will be asked.
Scared of discovery,
Discovery of the true me.
The true me whom I know nothing about
The true me whom I am afraid to let out.
The true me who has secrets and lies.
Does my mask hopefully cover my deceitful eyes?
Unable to put on a reasonable show,
The Masquerade is all I know.
My mouth is quicker than my heart.
I have many people torn apart.
Many dreams I have smashed
And now I am haunted by my past.
The Masquerade is my life,
It is my husband, and I its wife.
It has taken over me
Staying be faithfully.
When my friends left long ago
The Masquerade became my new home.
My soul knows nothing but my hurtful self,
So I place the part on a very high shelf.
Supposed to be forgotten and left behind.
But each day it weighs on my mind.
Can I do the forever? Pretend and
Never be able to fully breathe again?
Unable to put on a reasonable show,
The Masquerade is all I know.
The Mask hides my painful smile
While I continue to beguile.
And I ask myself,
Can I do this forever?
- Rebecca
A strawberry patch
in the woods
of the woods.
A glistening lake
wakes up my soul
from my dreaming body
in the cabin
of the woods.
- Katrina
No time to wait
I can’t be late
Get Sandy
Get Andy
Put them in bed
or we are dead
Parents are home
Children in bed
Enough said
$20 in my hand
I leave and go to bed
Babysitting I’m not kidding
- Maddy