Green Lean Cucumber Machine
By: Audrey McMurrian, September 2020
Green lean cucumber machine you are like a tree
Oh green how you are so clean I do not know
Blue is the Color
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, September 2020
Blue is the color of lakes,
Blue is the color of cakes,
Blue will make you smile,
Think of it while,
You look up at the sky,
Do not cry,
Because blue is there
We've had enough
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, September 2020
We've had enough of your pain,
It rains down upon us,
It has no end, how will we mend
the hole left by Covid
Goodbye Summer
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, September 2020
The summer is ending,
Put your sand toys away
Into fall we are descending
So soon? It seems yesterday it was May
We dust of our backpacks
And pack them with bricks
And go on a bus that's old and stinks.
It smiles at us, but we don't smile back
Every reminder comes like as kick and a slap
From class to class we go,
These days go by so slow,
Seeing old friends is great,
But all we can think,
I how long we have to wait,
For next summer to roll around.
Haiku
By: Anna Wei, October 2020
I hate spotify ads
Their annoying tunes mock me
Especially State Farm songs
Almost Dead
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, October 2020
"Its only mostly dead,"
my mother said,
looking at my computer,
my computer had been a tutor,
and a guide through my virtual class,
preventing me from having to wear a mask,
First there was an error message,
with the blue screen of death,
it would later be a test,
if my dad's laptop could best,
my (almost) dead computer,
My mother tried,
but gave a sigh,
as my computer made one last moan,
and one last groan,
the screen went black,
like a tack in my heart,
my mom looked at my computer,
and said one word that made me want to mute her,
"dead"
Holy Curse of Heaven
By: David Santoyo, October 2020
Holy Curse of Heaven
The angel’s choir starts to sing
With angelic chords pulling the strings
Power and faith, all up and beyond
With nothing left for the sinner
Their soul be gone
And their life destroyed
By the sacred curse of heaven
Behind their tail
The sacred curse of heaven
Leads those who doubt
Into a vicious cycle
Of being within and out
The clouds evaporate
Turning into dust
Forming into stars
That light up the dusk
Heaven is a concept
That is not a doubt
But the concept in which you think it is
Varies in and out
For some it may be flowers on hills
And others, revenge on those who have wronged them
This tale’s genesis
Has formed with multiple doubts
Newfound verses of this curse
Will change the song
As more and more
Die and go into heaven
Or get damned and go to hell
The Holy Curse of Heaven shouldn’t be trusted
As the next one it takes
May be you, or your loved ones
Or anyone else rusted with the
Holy Curse of Heaven
Bleeding Heaven
By: David Santoyo, October 2020
They say heaven is the best
A place for angels and lovers
To meet and have a test
A test of wits and mercy
A battle of love and war
Until the rain drops down
Of the blood from before
Crys of love and joy
Tears of bleeding mercy
Fall from the sky
Upon our mortal plain
Everything and nothing co-exist
In this fictional wonderland
The souls of the damned
And the wits of the enlightened
Heaven drops body parts
In the form of rain
They're from after the torture
That goes down up above
Melting them
Stirring them
Purifying them
Nothing has stopped them before
And nothing will stop them now.
Bleeding Heaven
Bleeding the tears of the fallen
Healing the rips and tears
Of all who have gone
To beyond our mortal plain
Our heaven isn’t pure
Our heaven isn’t truly heaven
Our heaven
Is bleeding
GONE
I step up to the plate,
Bat in hands,
Watching as the pitcher throws the ball,
Ready to smack the ball over the fence.
As it approaches the plate,
I give it an evil snarl,
I step my front foot forward, swing,
And WHAM!
I watch it sail,
Over the centerfielder’s head,
It’s going back, way back,
IT’S GONE!
By: Harrison Dunning, October 2020
Autumn
By: Harrison Dunning, October 2020
The leaves were like beautiful beaming ballerinas dancing through the autumn sky. The Sun, a golden sphere cheerfully smiling at me, and the animals gathering food for the cold winter ahead.

They are following you
They're coming for you. They have been for some time now. You wish they would just go away. They are the it. They are the now, and the then. They are here but are not supposed to be here. They came from the west and move to the east. Killing everything on the way. They go east to the man in the red vest. The man in the red vest is mad, very mad. He wants revenge. You don’t know why. No one knows why. You used to live in the free city’s close to the bog, the beautiful life-giving bog. The man in the red vest poisoned the bog. He’s lunatic. The bog covers half the world. The man in the red vest poisoned half the world. His creatures are following you and will be here soon.
By: Audrey Mcmurran, October 2020
Bus Friends
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, October 2020
5th Grade was great
It was an awesome year
But one of my favorite parts
was the bus ride
Yes it was an hour long
Yes it stunk if you had to go pee
Yes it could be annoying at times
But there were so many positives
that I will never forget
We had a nice bus driver
for most of the year
She was not strict
Which may have been a bad thing sometimes
Then one day,
we watched an ambulance take her
and we never saw her again
But that's a different story
for another poem
We were so many different ages
and we would have never met
without the bus ride
We went through a lot together
My closest of the friends
was a second grader named Sawyer
When you spend an hour together,
sitting on a dirty tile floor
stuck in a school office
scared and bored
cause your bus driver never came
You'll always be friends forever
At the bus stop in the morning,
Sawyer, my sister (Cali), and I would play
with sticks
and leaves
and other random stuff
Sawyers little brother would play with us too
Then we would see the bus
come around the corner
And we'd all scramble to grab our bags
and board the bus
The others would already be there
Sometimes someone would be absent
But I loved when we were all there
We'd talk
and laugh
and be a bit naughty
We'd share snacks,
and do homework
Once the hour was up
and we had arrived
we'd cram notebooks into backpacks
and wrappers into lunchboxes
Then we'd hop off the bus
and go our separate ways
This repeated twice a day
For 180 days
Making a total of 360 hours spend together
Which if you do the math,
Is over 21 thousand minutes together
On the last day of 5th grade
I said goodbye,
not only to my classmates
but also my bus friends
On that final day
we had one last laugh
and one last snack
Then at the end
of the final hour
We stepped off the bus together
one last time
I started a new life chapter
Having to leave behind the old
But I will never forget
My bus friends
Sawyer, Amir, Zahara, Aaron, and Cali
(plus my bus-stop friend, 3-year-old William)
Cold
By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020
The wind blows softly
Through the trees
Down the road
In the house
A gay fire flickers
There is singing
In that house
There is laughter
In that house
In the woods
Is where I am
There is no fire
To warm me.
Full
By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020
I'll never fully figure out
my capacities.
Nor my strengths.
Until I figure out
my weaknesses.
And learn from them.
Never, will I know all
my mistakes.
Never, or ever, will I need to.
But a time will come
when I will understand,
But never accept.
No Longer Will the Airplanes Fly
By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020
Whoosh.
The airplanes fly
overhead
Rumble.
It roars.
The fierce guard
contemplating me
And all my actions.
Splat.
I dropped my
yellow bookbag.
Out spill
it's contents
And the note.
The language written
on it
ancient.
Yet it needed to be delivered.
But can't
For the guard
has ripped it in two.
No longer will the airplanes fly.
The Trumpet and his
Player
By: Noah Vasallo, November 2020
The jumping trumpet earns sits on the street corner,
For the old man
Who cannot earn a cent,
But the trumpet
The jumping trumpet
It earns it for him,
It makes his pockets full,
For the trumpet understands
Outside
By: Noah Vasallo, November 2020
The cold breeze flying by,
The birds tweeting
You can hear your heart beating
You can hear the swing rocking
You can feel your pencil moving across the paper as you write,
You can see the little butterflies flying across the sky,
After watching the cars go by you decide to go inside
Grapefruit
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, November 2020
Taste the sweet and juicy grapefruit
It helps start the morning right
Worth more than a pirates loot
Such a beautiful sight
It helps start the morning right
How could you disagree?
It's such a beautiful sight
Can I have some more please?
How could you disagree?
It tastes so sweet
Can I have some more please?
Cut it up and then you can eat
It tastes so sweet
Worth more than a pirates loot
Cut it up and then you can eat
Taste the sweet and juicy grapefruit
Imagine
By: Sally Rozelle November 2020
Sit outside in the park
Listen to all of the little doggies bark
Find some shade
Close your eyes
Disguise.
Think about your future
Think about your past
Go there really, really fast
Travel.
See all the flying bunnies
Listen...
And you'll find them funny
Imagine
Music
By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020
When I dance and play
The music just fills me
It moves my feet
To a steady beat
I feel free
The music dances with me
My hands move across
The white and black keys
The song is just so soothing
I'm glad that I am moving
I smile and laugh
The music becomes alive
Like swirls in the sky
It moves in just the right timing
The sound is so alarming
I'm lost inside the song
Soon the music stops
And the waves come crashing over
It destroys my house, my town, and my road
I hop about
Then the next song starts
The waves are calm again.
Many Tries
By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020
I open the door
And in she comes
The door closes behind her
The cries of many birds and bats
Comes through and out of her bag
Inside are the many tries of life and death together
The angels battle the devil
No one can win
No one can loose
The sides are very much even
Evil backwards is live
Live backwards is evil
With that she leaves
Walks right out the door
It closes right behind her
Lonely Little Things
By: Sally Rozelle, November 2020
At night I crawl into my bed
I find it hard to wake
The shadows come into my room
My head will start to ache
Boom, boom
In they come
The Lonely Little Things
They stomp and shout
And cry about
They're Lonely Little Things
I hug my pillow tight
'Cause if I don't
They come on in
Into my head
And make me lonely too
Watch out!
Don't let that happen to you.
THE THROWING HOUSE
By: Noah Vasallo, November 2020
Nobody can stay in the throwing house
For the house does not allow
The house is not a fun one
It is one that you do not like
For the House does not allow
This house will throw you away
For it is one you do not like,
When you think that you own this house think again when it throws you out,
This house will throw you away
Like you to a dead fat mouse
When you think that you own this house think again when it throws you out,
So just think twice before the house throws you out
Like you to a dead fat mouse
The house is not a fun one
So just think twice before the house throws you out
Nobody can stay in the throwing house
Fall Weather
By: Quinlyn Dalyander, November 2020
Feel the soft breeze
and the cool grass under your feet
Enjoy the fall weather
don't take it for granted
Because you don't know
when the weather will turn cold
and when a blizzard will start
There won't be fall weather forever
But when winter does come
Remember that spring is just around the corner
Wrong Pipe
By: Audrey McMurrian, November 2020
to breath out,
to exhale
and nothing comes back to fill the space
almost drowning,
in the kitchen
no water on my face
Forever
By: Audrey McMurrian, December 2020
The multiverse looks like a set of neurons in the brain.
what if each of our neurons was a universe, each cell
a planet. What if there was life on some, carrying out?
each task for the world. What if the life on those planets
had brains with neurons? What if those neurons were
multiverse? World within world within world, forever.
Patchwork Poem
By: Audrey McMurrian, December 2020
so much depends
upon
a little
white crate
A girl
In a black dress
And beautiful
Colors
a piece of
broken glass
and the stacked
banana boxes
Soft humming,
And water-worn stones
The Same as ours
By: Sally Rozelle, December 2020
Out there,
Somewhere
Is a world the same as ours.
The same mountains,
The same roads.
The same people,
The same toads.
All mirroring your every move
In that world the same as ours.
Bruno
By: Brook Reed, December 2020
Bruno,
What a gorgeous dog,
they would always say.
As he is he, every day.
Bruno, so smart
without sadness,
We could never be apart.
He only wants affection,
as he is my protection.
“Throw the ball! Throw the ball!”
“I just want to play!”
What’s going through his mind...
I wonder all day.
So, I throw the ball,
He’s so fast
as he has a blast!
Super crazy,
not so lazy.
Bruno,
We love you,
you love us.
As we all knew
Holiday Poems
By: Noah Vasallo
I wake in the morn
Open many many presents,
We drive to our grandparents
We eat the biggest breakfast of the year
With the kiss and cousins master,( My grandfather was one of the owners )
After we are full, we show off our favorite present
By: Quinlyn Dalyander
Dumpster Fires
Hearts in dire need
The holidays are coming
But not with the same cheer as before
People are sad
Their heads hung low
Decorations are lacking
And the usual people are missing
-2020-
The events of this year were odd and strange
Most of them were not good
But in between all the darkness
There were specks of light
More time was spent with family
And we traveled through the great outdoors.
As abnormal 2020 was
There were still great snippets of the year
By: Kai Lopez, January 2020
2020 GREAT THINGS FROM A - Z
By: Noah Vasallo, January 2020
Bagels, bird feeders, Christmas Lights, Chromebook, Electric Scooter, Family Time,Game Nights , Online School, Pool, Second basketball hoop, Surprise birthday party, Turtles, Video games, Videos, Visco stickers
Cating
By: Quinlyn Dalyander
Dumplinging
By: Kai Lopez
The art of dumplinging
Is to add excesive amounts of dumplings
To anything of your choice
Observe Tito dumplinging his salad
Radioing
By: Sally Rozelle
The other day I
Turned on my radio
And made sure the
Volume was as loud as
It could go
The news yelled and
Screamed in my ear
So I turned it down
To make it disappear
Then I turned it up
So I could hear
And this annoyed
My Father who came in and said
"You and this radio better go to bed!"
Mahoming
By: Noah Vasallo
To Mahome you must do 3 things
1, You must lazer every throw and make an Elway cross in every other man's chest.
2, You must throw the ball super far but super accurate
3, You must always win the game even if it’s Brady, Brees, Bridgewater or Burrow
Inspired by Patrick Mahomes
To act like a cat
Is quite a feat
Chasing a rat
While scratching a mat
Being graceful
Landing on your feet
Whacking with your paws
And going in the box