Andrew Sivia
Eighth Grade
Final Strike:
The Hero of the Galaxy
This is the story of the one
soldier who saved the galaxy, but no one has ever heard of him.
In the
farthest reaches of space, there is a planet, where soldiers were trained to
fight in galactic battles. One of these
soldiers, who succeeded exceptionally well in training, was given the name
Rob. He was given the highest honors
ever after The Battle of the Moonites.
This is his story…
Creative Writing Club
2006
Maureen Anderson
Psalm
1001
I
will call Your name from the highest peak,
In
the rain, and in the snow, and through the bitter wind…
My
Sorrows will be lifted to You
And
You will know my heart.
You
will look down from Your Kingdom
And
I will exalt You.
Your
hand will brush away my tears
And
You will hold me in Your embrace.
My
prayers have been answered, and You were there.
You
held me safe in my time of need and despair.
My
adoration for You is unbound,
For
You know all that I am.
You
know my heart and my fears.
You
have felt this bitterness within me,
But
You have saved me from it,
And
have washed away all that has been.
You
sent down Your angels
With
their love and friendship.
They
have lifted me up
Into
your arms
To
where I belong,
Looking
with One's Heart
Looking up to the
skies, oh how the stars sing!
Yes, when I look up, I feel the hope they bring.
Darkness is said to smother and destroy,
but as such, that is just a clever ‘coy.
No, a slightly different look must be taken,
to discover the beauty up in heaven.
Drawn are the gazes, up to the stars,
Borrowed is the beauty from afar.
Yes, this place draws upon my heart
it is as a string that won’t come apart.
Now, this I assure you, I am in love.
I flirt with the stars that dance above
because the darkness really isn’t dark.
No, it’s just a matter of looking...looking with one’s heart.
Yes, when I look up, I feel the hope they bring.
Darkness is said to smother and destroy,
but as such, that is just a clever ‘coy.
No, a slightly different look must be taken,
to discover the beauty up in heaven.
Drawn are the gazes, up to the stars,
Borrowed is the beauty from afar.
Yes, this place draws upon my heart
it is as a string that won’t come apart.
Now, this I assure you, I am in love.
I flirt with the stars that dance above
because the darkness really isn’t dark.
No, it’s just a matter of looking...looking with one’s heart.
Conceal
Not
Conceal not your burden,
but let it free.
Hide not your pain,
for it shall consume thee.
Fear not alone,
You will never be.
God is with you,
Always forever free.
but let it free.
Hide not your pain,
for it shall consume thee.
Fear not alone,
You will never be.
God is with you,
Always forever free.
Shooting Star
Dancing across the sky comes my shooting star,
I am not there to see its brilliant light.
Once again I missed my chance,
To have my wish come true this night.
I'm just a foolish dreamer,
Waiting for my shooting star,
My gaze is on the night sky,
Where I dream of things I want to see.
My little shooting star, where'd you go?
Why can't I ever seem to find you?
You come by and leave so fast,
Please wait for me next time you fly by.
My dreams are fading away,
I've lost my shooting star.
The sky has darkened past the blue.
Oh, my little shooting star,
how did I lose you?
Dancing across the sky comes my shooting star,
I am not there to see its brilliant light.
Once again I missed my chance,
To have my wish come true this night.
I'm just a foolish dreamer,
Waiting for my shooting star,
My gaze is on the night sky,
Where I dream of things I want to see.
My little shooting star, where'd you go?
Why can't I ever seem to find you?
You come by and leave so fast,
Please wait for me next time you fly by.
My dreams are fading away,
I've lost my shooting star.
The sky has darkened past the blue.
Oh, my little shooting star,
how did I lose you?
Please come to me, I know you're there.
Shooting star, where my gaze wanders,
I only see you and your dazzling light.
Oh shooting star, when are you to come?
Which night are you going to set me free?
All I need to believe is hope.
But how I can see,
When I've lost my shooting star?
I wish I could fly, I wish I could see,
My shooting star, coming back to me.
A Sonnet of Love Roses
When the roses have bloomed on the new day
A fresh love is being formed in the simplest way.
It glitters on the petals like drops of dew.
Those who have experienced it are but few.
Its richness scatters throughout the beginning.
Its thorns have been trimmed from the ending.
It touches everyone passing by with its beauty.
No one can harm it or take away its purity.
The rose of love is slowly wilting away
As the sun sets on the dying day.
The taste of love will return when the sun rises.
On the starting day there will be new surprises.
The rose will bloom again without fail.
Love will never die, for with hope it will prevail.
When the roses have bloomed on the new day
A fresh love is being formed in the simplest way.
It glitters on the petals like drops of dew.
Those who have experienced it are but few.
Its richness scatters throughout the beginning.
Its thorns have been trimmed from the ending.
It touches everyone passing by with its beauty.
No one can harm it or take away its purity.
The rose of love is slowly wilting away
As the sun sets on the dying day.
The taste of love will return when the sun rises.
On the starting day there will be new surprises.
The rose will bloom again without fail.
Love will never die, for with hope it will prevail.
Lauren Gerber
You
and I and the Stars
Hold me Close
As the First Star Rises
As the Season of Darkness
Conquers
The Sun.
We Alone Exist Tonight—
You
And I
And the Stars.
Oh Rose, Thou Art Sick! Your head is crowned with Splendor,
but in all your Glory, You Are Sick. Your Wasteful Beauty is the Thorn upon
which many prick their fingers, and for you, crimson trickles from tender
hearts.
Destination…Unknown
From where I come, I cannot tell
As Misery Cannot Dispel
It’s Dark and Dreary Depths.
Where I am I cannot Know
For Ancient Ash prevails to blow
So much that I am Blind.
But Tomorrow’s path I seek to Roam
Is Sure to lead me Safely Home
And That is All that Matters.
DISCRIMINATION
A United World
Is seen as through a chain linked
fence,
Dividing it into little armies of
Fashion Trends.
Clothes are strong enough armor,
Music—fatal ammunition.
Infant Minds, Blinded by this cloud
of Ignorance
Gain a Fatal Perception
That Masks our equality.
Identical faces
Tremble at the thought of Imaginary
Differences.
We should be friends
United by our Sorrows,
Our Frail Flesh and Ugly Hearts…
But this awful fog makes Strangers
Guilty in our Eyes,
As we Murder the Innocent--
Those who should be friends.
THIS IS JUSTICE
Our Holy Mission is to Break the Beautiful,
To Ruin Perfection,
To Force Freedom itself into Surrender.
We have set out to Annihilate.
We must Smother
All her fire.
Brilliant color streaks
Against our Ashen fangs.
Her
For each small step we take
She must stampede in frenzied circles
And her Valor leads to a frantic Nowhere.
Resurrecting Ghosts of Forbidden Anger
She Shudders, Silent,
Unwilling to Kiss the hand that Strikes.
How could we not admire her?
We bloody our swords upon a worthy warrior.
And, of course, we will Break her in the End.
Because we are the Masses,
And we are more Cruel,
We are more Dangerous.
Although she is Stronger,
We will Conquer her.
No Title
We
Gape at the dirty image.
We
Wipe the mirror again and again,
But
Our reflection does not come clean.
Frantic,
We
Scrape the mirror with long hard strokes
But
No matter what we do
Our reflection remains dirty!
Screaming
(so desperate to be blind)
We
Shatter our guide.
Satisfied
We
Fail to notice
Perfect shards of Glass
Reflecting our filthy hearts.
The Night the Angels Cried
The Angels Song has Ceased,
They Reign Silent on their Throne,
Tonight the Heart of Heaven
Breaks slowly with my own.
They mourn with heavy darkness,
To conceal my hollow fears
And comfort me with tender rain
To mingle with my tears.
The Other Side of Victory
I am the feeble flower
Who survived the hurricane.
My tired leaves now droop
And my wilted head bows in submission.
I am ending at the stem
About to beak under the fingertips
Of the next gentle breeze.
Understanding Pain
Don’t swallow it whole, or it will stick in your
throat. You must dismember it--piece by piece. Savor every fragment, letting it
roll over your tongue slowly for the full effect. Only then will it make any
sense to you at all.
Steven Hamrick
Is It Me?
How can I know
If I act like me?
How can you know
If it is you I see?
I can't tell a mask
from a face,
Even if that face
is mine.
How do you know
What is in the mirror?
How do you know
that smile is true?
How do you know
that person isn't like
you?
Moonlight
Moonlight is such a mystery
Light in the inky darkness,
But there is so much more to see
By the moon than the sun.
At night, the beauty comes out
Shadows that lie
Running from the streetlight’s shining
Dancing over your face
My breath still as the hourglass sand
Morning’s light comes too soon,
So I hold you close, breathe deep, and
Kiss you under the moon.
White Periwinkle
White Periwinkle
You may think it plain,
For you see them everyday,
But periwinkles are amazing
In their own way.
Many seek roses
Flowers of vibrant color,
Many prefer lilies,
Flowers of pure wonder.
They overlook periwinkles
For they consider them plain.
They tread over them
Sure they will see them again.
They fail to see your wonder
And treat you with well-earned care.
But I see, my little white periwinkle
That you are the rarest of the rare.
Longing
How do you discern
between love,
lust, and loneliness?
A question I’ve asked
but never
received an answer.
Poets have yet to
answer it,
my perfect riddle.
Some would say the truth
is within,
“Within what?” I ask.
The heart lies to us,
in its truth,
the head plays along.
I am not one to
criticize,
for I am a fool.
For I love beauty,
ignoring
the pure, plain flower.
I am drawn to the
darkest black
passion, my domain.
It is safe to say,
I’ve not loved,
but hope to, someday.
Untitled
We see it,
The World dies,
Rotting itself
To the core.
We see it,
The Child lies,
Giving itself
Empty hope.
We see it,
The Girl cries,
Beating herself
To belong.
We see it,
The Woman sighs
Telling herself
Not to cry.
We see it,
The Bird flies,
Raising itself
From our fate.
We see it,
We’re all doomed
Killing ourselves
From inside.
Dark Attraction
She’s a dark beauty,
Her grin full of fangs,
Eyes of deep ocean blue.
Her walk’s a surrender,
Her walk’s a surrender,
Her glance is a guise.
I know of horror,
Of fear that she sows.
Men fall at her feet,
Men fall at her feet,
But I meet her glare,
For I match her will.
We met at the graves,
And watch the moon shine.
We use night’s blanket,
We can’t meet sunrise,
Such is the fate of the Fallen.
Sarahann Hutchinson
Memories
The frost clings in the morning
air.
Like strands of thinning greying hair,
On an old man who sits on a bench in the park.
Less of a crow and more of a lark.
The green bench, cold and hard,
likewise by seasons is also marred.
The old man looked out at the trees,
with their crimson, gold, browning leaves.
He thought of times past and gone,
of how quickly they creep along.
A redhaired girl invades his mind.
Fired by temper, but wonderfully kind.
Her smile was golden as the sun.
Her brown eyes warmed by hope and love.
He watches the grass as it moves in its sway.
It takes him back to another day.
The dress she wore was forest green.
Simple and plain, she looked like a queen.
Dancing with vigor all through the night.
Only she could challenge his might.
The ring glittered on her finger so small.
His affection to show to all.
Alone on the bench, he softly sighs,
as noon sun rises over the park to lie.
The sunbeams flitter among the tree's shade.
Like raindrops that fall on a cloudy day.
The window fogged on that cold night.
She lay in the back, out of sight.
Waiting patiently, somber and still.
Waiting for the moment, for the boys small squeal.
The wind blew fiercely and then,
his memories drifted back to when.
The time had com and gone so soon,
From kindergarten to marriage at noon.
A tear slid unchecked down his face.
How long had it been since that night of grace?
Footsteps clattered miles away,
storing the memories for another day.
An old woman watched him,
she had aged so fair.
By her stood a girl with fiery red hair.
Like strands of thinning greying hair,
On an old man who sits on a bench in the park.
Less of a crow and more of a lark.
The green bench, cold and hard,
likewise by seasons is also marred.
The old man looked out at the trees,
with their crimson, gold, browning leaves.
He thought of times past and gone,
of how quickly they creep along.
A redhaired girl invades his mind.
Fired by temper, but wonderfully kind.
Her smile was golden as the sun.
Her brown eyes warmed by hope and love.
He watches the grass as it moves in its sway.
It takes him back to another day.
The dress she wore was forest green.
Simple and plain, she looked like a queen.
Dancing with vigor all through the night.
Only she could challenge his might.
The ring glittered on her finger so small.
His affection to show to all.
Alone on the bench, he softly sighs,
as noon sun rises over the park to lie.
The sunbeams flitter among the tree's shade.
Like raindrops that fall on a cloudy day.
The window fogged on that cold night.
She lay in the back, out of sight.
Waiting patiently, somber and still.
Waiting for the moment, for the boys small squeal.
The wind blew fiercely and then,
his memories drifted back to when.
The time had com and gone so soon,
From kindergarten to marriage at noon.
A tear slid unchecked down his face.
How long had it been since that night of grace?
Footsteps clattered miles away,
storing the memories for another day.
An old woman watched him,
she had aged so fair.
By her stood a girl with fiery red hair.
The Raven and the Nightingale
We do not know where the raven flies,
Nor the secrets that he hides.
We do not know where the nightingale sings,
Only that it is heard on the morning breeze.
We see the raven's shadow still,
Despite the winter's midnight chill.
We see the nightingale's springtime glow,
And hear her cooing soft and low.
Nor the secrets that he hides.
We do not know where the nightingale sings,
Only that it is heard on the morning breeze.
We see the raven's shadow still,
Despite the winter's midnight chill.
We see the nightingale's springtime glow,
And hear her cooing soft and low.
Words and Rhythms
Words and rhythms
Encouragement and criticisms
Present and past collide.
Time and chance
Love and circumstance
All part of an eternal dance.
Hope and sorrow
Todays and tomorrows
Bravery and fear
Smiles and tears
Humility and pride
Boldly standing side by side.
Battles raging
Armor clanging
Fire falling from the sky.
The river flows
Grace is bestowed
A voice whispers soft and low.
Seasons pass
The die is cast
Leaves fall admits the grass.
Encouragement and criticisms
Present and past collide.
Time and chance
Love and circumstance
All part of an eternal dance.
Hope and sorrow
Todays and tomorrows
Bravery and fear
Smiles and tears
Humility and pride
Boldly standing side by side.
Battles raging
Armor clanging
Fire falling from the sky.
The river flows
Grace is bestowed
A voice whispers soft and low.
Seasons pass
The die is cast
Leaves fall admits the grass.
Young and old
rich or poor
strong and weak
their treasures do they always seek.
Myths and lore
Forevermore
From ages come and gone
Their history is our lasting song.
From land to sea
This is all poetry is, and was, and will be.
rich or poor
strong and weak
their treasures do they always seek.
Myths and lore
Forevermore
From ages come and gone
Their history is our lasting song.
From land to sea
This is all poetry is, and was, and will be.
Stars of Christmas
Shadows draw
menacingly near.
Yet none who stand draw back in fear.
White light reflects against the gray.
Pain and sadness are done away.
Stars break through both time and shadow.
Their message echoes from mountain to meadow.
Echoing clearly and bright,
the joy of the grace they saw that night.
While time and place they will not say,
over a field they quietly lay.
Listening to the evening echoes,
of sheep and shepherds; guardian fellows.
Watching the beauty of an angel chorus,
that sang before the poor of poorest.
While shepherds listened to each refrain,
the stars beam; their joys the same.
Swiftly the shepherds toBethlehem
and the stars follow gliding high.
A maiden kneels inside a stable,
glowing with a maternal label.
In a simple and lowly manger,
lies a child; none the stranger.
The shepherds run throughout the city,
proclaiming to all the wondrous mystery.
And stars rejoice on the saving story,
of God's majestic grace and glory.
Now men and angels together sing.
Boldly, joyfully our voices ring.
Joy to all can each afford.
For today's the birth of our God and Lord.
Yet none who stand draw back in fear.
White light reflects against the gray.
Pain and sadness are done away.
Stars break through both time and shadow.
Their message echoes from mountain to meadow.
Echoing clearly and bright,
the joy of the grace they saw that night.
While time and place they will not say,
over a field they quietly lay.
Listening to the evening echoes,
of sheep and shepherds; guardian fellows.
Watching the beauty of an angel chorus,
that sang before the poor of poorest.
While shepherds listened to each refrain,
the stars beam; their joys the same.
Swiftly the shepherds to
and the stars follow gliding high.
A maiden kneels inside a stable,
glowing with a maternal label.
In a simple and lowly manger,
lies a child; none the stranger.
The shepherds run throughout the city,
proclaiming to all the wondrous mystery.
And stars rejoice on the saving story,
of God's majestic grace and glory.
Now men and angels together sing.
Boldly, joyfully our voices ring.
Joy to all can each afford.
For today's the birth of our God and Lord.
Abby Bodenstab
The
Valentine Prince
The prince of the
school
Is hit by the cascade
Of hearts from his
locker
In every known shade.
He sighs as he looks
At the mess on the
floor
Praying to God
He won’t get anymore.
Valentine’s Day
Is what the prince
dreads
Hating the hearts
Of white, pinks, and
reds.
He gathers an armload
And throws them away
Wishing and hoping
For the end of the
day.
And just as he thinks
He’ll escape with no
more
The bell rings and
something
Flits to the floor.
He looks with dread
To his locker door
To see sticking out
Quite a few more.
He sighs as they fall
And thinks ‘what a
pain’
They continue to fall
Faster tan rain.
The prince of the
school
Can’t take anymore
And slamming his
locker
Stalks out the door.
The Other Side Part 1: In
Glass World
I’m looking at you
Through the glass on my side
The barrier‘s thick
And there’s no place to hide
I reach out my hand
As you do the same
Our hands would be touching
If not for this pane
In your world there’s gray
Of so many shades
As though everything there
Just withers and fades
I look past the gray
We’re floating in space
And deep in my heart
I know of this place
To you I must seem
So lucky right here
I can’t help by think
I’m seeing a mirror
A mirror that shows
What really is there
It sees all the hurt
How people don’t care
I look in your eyes
I see where you stand
And I see myself
Inside my own land
I wonder right then
What I look like to you
If the glass on your side
Makes me look gray too
I’m looking at you
Through the glass on my side
I can’t help but wonder
If I’m what you hide.
The Other Side Part 2: In Gray World
I’m looking at you
Through the glass on my side
I never realized
The pane was so wide
My heart, it now aches
To be something more
Beyond this glass pane
I see things of lore.
The beauty astounds me
And I feel I will cry.
Because nothing there
Will wither or die
I look beyond
As we float in space
And wish just like you
To be in that place
I wonder a moment
Why I am here
It seems so unfair
Like I’m in a mirror
I’m not truly real
And I never was
Like we mimic the things
Everyone does
I look in your eyes
I feel like I’m you
Made of the bad things
That you people do
And if that is so
Then if you were good
I wouldn’t exist
If you did what you should
I’m looking at you
Though the glass on my side
I can’t help but wonder
If the gap’s all that wide.
Alyssa Cleese
One Rose
One rose was given to
me
From guy I knew, knew
me
But I did not think
that he saw me
As the girl of his
dreams.
One rose in a vase,
I wish I could put it
in a case,
That way no one could
break the vase
That holds the rose
of my dreams.
One rose given this
year,
At a time that may
hold dear,
On a day that’s
coming near,
When many guys
propose.
One rose received
with tears,
One rose in all these
years,
Given to one who’s 15
years
And had never
received a rose.
One rose was given
nigh,
To a girl, from a
guy.
Then she let out a
joyful sigh
And realized she was
loved.
Halloween
Kids are running down
the streets
Knocking on doors and
saying, “tricks or treats!”
They smile and hold
out their bags
All of the vampires,
ghouls and hags.
They all feel the
satisfying ‘plop’
Of a Hershey’s bar or
lollipop.
They say thanks and
turn to leave,
The giver shouts,
“Happy Halloween!”
The children run to
their mom or dad,
Showing off all the
candy they had.
The parents smile and
shake their head,
Wishing they could go
to bed,
“One more street!”
the kids all plead.
“One more street,
that’s all we need.”
The parents sigh and
say, “Go on.”
The kids all laugh
and burst into song:
“Trick or treat,
Smell my feet,
Give me something
good to eat.”
Their voices and
laughter fill the air,
The parents walk
after them and stare,
Remember how much fun
it had been
When they were that
age, and it was Halloween.
Anger
Why does anger fill
this world?
It’s hard enough as
it is
Without us yelling
every word.
Why do we live in
such times as this?
People shouldn’t take
out their anger
On any old passer by.
Sometimes it’s even a
stranger!
That all too cheery
girl or guy
We should keep our
anger to ourselves
Instead of taking it
out on others.
Maybe you should
organize shelves
Or maybe wrestle with
our brothers.
Next time you feel
your temper
Begin to escalate and
rise,
Just sit back and
remember
How you look in
other’s eyes.
Robyn Gerber
She
Didn't Think She Was Beautiful
She didn't think she
was beautiful
Even though she
shone.
She didn't think she
was funny
Even though she made
us smile.
She didn't think she
was smart
Even though she had
all the answers.
She didn't think she
could be loved
Even though she
already was.
She didn't think she
deserved to live
And now she is a
reminder to us all.
She was beautiful and
smart.
She cheered us up
when we were sad.
She was loveable.
That is why we hurt.
Because she didn't
think she was beautiful
Didn't think she
deserved life
And now is gone
forever.
I wish we would have
told her
She was beautiful.
Matt Hutchinson
What Was, Is, and Is To Come
I cry in the morning
for the past I cannot change.
I am in wonder about
the present, which path I should choose.
I fear for the future
which I cannot see, except in my dreams.
Evil and cruelty
shadow my dark, forsaken past from which I am trying to flee.
New found wonders
fill the two paths between which I must now choose to lead to my future.
I have so many fears
about my future which I cannot see except in dreams
Which I do not
understand.
Mollie Ray
Outside Looking In
I stand here
On the outside
Watching
Waiting for you to see
But you don’t turn
You can’t see.
How long will I
Stand on the outside
Looking in
Knowing you touch
Yet scared to feel
With my broken heart.
Hoping to feel
Your heart beat
Once more
Knowing I can’t
I will never be
That close again.
Farewell Friend
You’ve gone
Where we can’t follow
With hearts
In pain from grief.
We cry
To see you again.
We long
To have you back.
Our love
Will never ever end.
These hearts
Keep you always
close.
How cruel
To be taken so,
But home
Is where you go.
Your memory
Will be passed on.
Your spirit
Sings its own song.
We’ll see
You again another day
Until free
In a different way.
You dance
Above and around us
In heaven.
You are happy there.
You’re free
From all our pain,
And we
Can’t ask for you.
Journey
Alone in this world
I can’t find my way.
I want to let go
But what can I say?
I know where I
started
And where I am going,
But here in the
middle
It’s only just
starting.
But if I keep going
without ever stopping,
I know I can get
there someday.
All I can do is live
today.
Confessions of a Sad Writer
Here I am
Trying to write
But my happiness
Is spent
My joy gone
For you can see it
But what of my sorrow
The emotions that
would
Pound against the
soul
Those winds that
crumble
The mountain
They are on the paper
A silent scream
Amongst he loud
whispers
Of joy
You can’t
You won’t
See my tears
They stain every page
Blotting my words
You will see my joy
My laughter
Hear my song
But there is another
Silent
It quietly slips past
Onto paper
Into writing
For now you will see
my joy
But my fear
I will keep to myself
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I watch as
The sky’s tears
Roll down the window.
Mother nature
Weeping for creation
Which went so wrong.
Beautiful flowers
Still as buds
Held so much promise.
They bloomed
Only to become
The most deadly
poison.
Now
She can only search
In hope of an
antidote.
That one
Can cleanse her
children.
And make them
beautiful again.
Lucas Blevins
Another
Day at Work
I stood there looking it in the eye. It had two, but I was only focusing on
one. It was rather tall. Maybe six or seven feet. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was slightly more focused on the strange
weapon it had. Kind of reminded me of a
… fish. The creature himself was rather
intimidating. It had only three fingers,
and hoofed feet. These were the fun
ones. They are very easy to
irritate. But I decided to propose
something.
I
said, “Can we just put down our guns and go our separate ways? Because if you start shooting then I’ll start
shooting. There will be death, blood,
hard feelings; it’ll suck.” He looked
confused. It was more or less the “You
are an idiot” type of confused look, but a confused look nonetheless. Then there was a sudden “zap!” A purple beam shot past me missing me by a
foot. They had awful snipers….
James Hines
Outlast
18 July 1967
Lieutenant Second Class
David Eichel awoke to the blaring of an air raid siren. “They’ve found us,” he
thought desperately as he scrambled into his flak jacket and boots. Moments
later, his tent-mate, Leon
“Hey, LT! what’s going
on?” he asked sleepily. That was the thing about Leon Leon
“Get to the tunnels, and
I mean now, Moore
Where, How, One, Thing
I’m lost
Somewhere,
Between life
And death
A voice
Someone
Whispers in
My ear
That path
Somehow
I can
Travel it
My hope,
Something
I lost
Long ago
Returns.
Moment
before the Plunge
Standing here
Knowing what I’ve got
to do
On the edge
Knowing it’s either
me or you.
Wondering why
I’d do something so
insane
Then I understand
It’s better than the
undying pain.
I don’t know
What happens next—or
will
I need an absolute
Not something between
crash and kill.
“Half a second
It’s all I need!”
Realized I can’t have
that
My wish for extra
time is greed.
Take the plunge
Do it for us all
It’s what my comrades
say
Just before that wild
fall.
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Sitting here
Nothing to do
Just sitting here
Thinking of you.
Don’t know why
I always am
It just seems right
It’s who I am.
Pour my soul out
Stitch it back together
I really hope I
Don’t explode from
the pressure.
You’ve got all of me
There’s no way around
it
Mind, body and soul
Can’t go on without
this.
My passion’s a prison
I stay willingly
There is no way
To set me free.
I long for the day
You realize these
things,
Until that day comes
I’m grasping for
strings.
Megan Langendorf
A Friend
A friend will be
there forever
A friend will love
you always.
A friend is someone
who says ‘hi’ to you
When you’re passing
in the hallways.
A friend is someone
you can count on.
They’re someone you
can trust.
Listening to the
advice they give is
Definitely a must.
A friend won’t leave
you stranded.
They will be there by
your side.
A friend won’t tell
our secrets because
In them you can
confide.
A friend is something
special.
It’s something that
should be treasured.
The worth of a friend
cannot be measured.
A Soldier
Protect my country
That's what I'll do.
I'd risk my life for
all of you.
I'm fighting for red,
white and blue.
Protect my country
You can count on me.
I'm fighting for my
family.
I'm fighting for the
land of the free.
Protect my country
That's what I say
Wherever I go, I'll
never stray.
I'm fighting for the
U.S. of A.
Protect my country
Just you wait and
see.
I'm gonna make you
proud of me.
from fear I will
never flee.
Breanne Watters
He
Loves You More
You say only the
ones you love will love you back.
Now that's not true,
everything you lack.
This guy will fill
you in with love,
He is so great that
He sends this love from up above.
He will love you
more than anyone ever could,
He will never leave
you even though you think he
should.
God will be
everywhere with you,
The Holy Spirit and
God's Son, too.
You see three, but I
see one,
God He made this
wonderful Sun
And everything else
we enjoy everyday.
And that is why I
say
God He will love you
more and more each and every
day.
When
You Cry
When you cry,
a hole within you is
left inside.
You feel alone, you
can't sleep,
deep down inside you
weep.
It's this thing
that's suffocating
me.
I need to talk to
someone near,
somebody dear.
Everything feels so
different,
the future seems
uncertain.
Everytime I think
about it,
I just want to shout
it all out.
I only hear that you
can never know,
I can't even show
how much I love you,
What am I supposed
to do?
What am I supposed
to say?
I don't wanna feel
this way.
I need to move on,
I'm so sorry, hon.
I have to do what's
right,
for me, for you;
think about it tonight.
No offense but if I
stay with you,
my future won't look
too new.
I need to be alone
for awhile,
to figure out my new
style.
Life without you
will be hard,
but if I will learn
to go on with a steady heart.
I know you will be
fine.
You will go your way
and I'll go mine.
You were fine before
without me there.
It's hard to believe
that there was ever that flare...
of love between us.
My life would be
different in a way
so to say...
I will be fine
without you.
I know you will be
too.
Alone
Walking alone she
feels unwanted,
her face forever
haunted
by the memories that
she lost when you left her
there to wait,
to ponder if she
should love or hate.
She knows she wants
to let you go,
but somehow she
can't seem to say so.
"Anything you
want you can have."
Really that seems
sad
to think she says
that to you,
she always wants the
old; never the new.
Poetry
Danielle Reising
Trinity-St. Paul—Hamel
Eighth Grade
My co-pilot heart and I know nights draw long
listening to the
mind’s rhythmic foot tappings awaiting the
dawn.
Walking this line between insanity and eternity
Pressure pushes me off the brink
I reach for a guiding hand
But my struggles keep me bound
I lost the directions on how to get to hope
So I’ll wait in this field of graceful fear
Tossing potential against my wall
Brings me to a halt
After this run of a hundred miles per hour
Not even the dreams of kings could stand
Kelsey Reuter
Holy Cross—Collinsville
Seventh Grade
A Battle
I once knew a man with a fairly good life,
He had many children and a very loving wife,
He had all he wanted, and a little bit more,
But he had no idea what life had in store.
Many years later, I still knew that man,
But now he was sick because of life’s plan,
He was still alive, but now he was weak,
And staying in bed made life very bleak.
He fought like a soldier on the dreary battlefield,
With his family for his sword and strong will for his
shield,
He fought very bravely, with courage and strength,
He fought a long time, over a very great length.
He looked death in the eye, a sneer curled on his lip,
With an icy, cold eye and a hand on his hip,
He picked up his sword and swung with all his might,
For he would not be captured without a good fight.
Though devastated by the man’s deadly blow,
Death picked up its sword and took its toll,
It swung and it swung till the man was close to dead,
And he did die soon after, in his home, in his bed.
His family sobbed, mourned, cried, and moaned,
But they saw a new ray of hope…how brightly it
shone,
For thought the man had been killed by a foe that he
hated,
He had a new home…for heaven had waited.
Keely Hattery
Eighth Grade
Winter Wonderland
I stepped outside into the frosty air,
and the wind swept
across my face.
I realized what true beauty lay there,
like the white and beautiful Queen Ann’s lace.
I looked around and the snow started to fall,
I became very excited at this.
I realized that no one cared at all
No one cared about this wonderful bliss.
The sound of the wind beating in my ears,
was like the sound of a strong and powerful marching
band.
The snow like frozen tears,
this was truly my Winter
Wonderland.
Short Story
Corinne Fenton
Holy Cross—Collinsville
Eighth Grade
On Her Feet Again
The sun
gleamed through the window as shadows danced on Anna’s bed. As she listened to a bird’s song, she longed
to be outside and feel the warm sunshine.
Her door creaked and a jolly-faced nurse walked inside, tray in
hand. Anna winced and propped herself up….
Kyle Foutch
Eighth Grade
Nightshift
Bob the cop was sitting at his desk reading some info about
retiring when a note was thrown onto his desk.
It read: NIGHTSHIFT 7:00 P.M. TO 7:00 A.M. AT THE CEMETERY. Bob laughed to himself. The rumor those days was that the cemetery
was haunted. He thought the fact that so
many people believed this was humorous….
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