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
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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.
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The Trumpet and his
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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
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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 2021
2020 GREAT THINGS FROM A - Z
By: Noah Vasallo, January 2021
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
Spend some time with your wonderful wings,
Because you never know what you'll find
Hidden under a books costume.
Inside the bookstore,
It hides in plain sight around the corner
In a fun mind.
Newspaper Clipping Poems
Sally Rozelle, January 2021
Quinlyn Dalyander, January 2021
2020 was like and endless winter, full of pain
Hearts were broken, Hospitals were packed
COVID's not over yet
But we're on the path to recovery
Pulling out of the winter
and into the spring
It won't be fast,
more will be lost
But there is hope
A light at the end of the tunnel
For 2021
Noah Vasallo, January 2021
Dear future me,
I hope quarantine is over and life is fine. I hope you see friends now. Please write back.
Frost
Sally Rozelle, Febuary 2021
My breath
Warm
Swirls in the sky
Forms shapes
Circles, waves
My hands
Cold
Hidden under the gloves
No warmth
For my fingers
My stomach
Hungry
I could eat all day
But, no
This food is for you
I know you are hungry
Hidden beneath the frost
Your hands are colder
Frozen, no gloves
This food is warm
I hand it to you
Your voice is small
But I can hear
You want me to eat too
So we sit
Beneath the frosted tree
And eat the apple pie
Happily, with warmth.
Happy Potion
By: Sally Rozelle, Febuary 2021
Somedays I wish I had
Some happy potion
A potion that
Makes you smile
A potion that fills you up
With that wonderful
Happy feeling
I wish I had
Some happy potion
It'd make me happy
When I feel sad
It'd bring a smile
To my face
I'm going to find
Some happy potion
A memory
Of mine.
Hope is like...
By: Sally Rozelle, Febuary 2021
Hope is like confidence
It gives you the power
To believe
In not only yourself
But in others
And in other ideas,
beliefs, and cultures
Hope is like flight
A single,
Optimistic equality
Can change the world
Forever
Hope is like the wind
It can stand still
Or rumble and
Roar
Hope you can hold
With all the strength
You have left
And hope is not always there
When we need it most
Because
Hope is like light
And with light
There will always
Be darkness.
IT'S NOT RIGHT
By: Brook Read, April 2021
It's not right
the world these days.
People are living in fright...
Equality has faded..
We are all equal..
we are all people.
and should be treated that way.
The world has changed,
do you have something nice to say?
If not, go away...
Let's not live apart.
Just know,
it all comes from the heart.
Let's all do our part.
We can help it end...
Everyone is a friend.
No matter what they look like,
no need to dislike..
Live, Love, Equality.
For all.
"A person's a person,
no matter how big or how small"
Wan
By: Sally Rozelle, May 2021
A slight smile,
Nothing more.
Two Sides
By: Rachel Ruffing, May 2021
Are cactuses scared
They seem so lonely
They never see friends
They scare them away
Their friends never seem to stay
But they just don’t know
That they can heal on the inside
And can’t control what you see
They must want to be set free
They are ruff plants
But is that what they want
That idea just seems quite blunt
Magical Phases
By: Rachel Ruffing, May 2021
The dark woods are magical places
Every kid has those phases
Where they truly believe
no one else can deceive
They can see them as scary
Or they could have seen a fairy
It all depends on the kid
They live their life with no lid
They wonder with no doubt
If you take them from their dreams, they will be sure to pout
Don’t wonder from your dreams
The real world isn’t always what it seems
Find you inner child
Just go wild
Run in you forest
Be your own chorus
And truly believe
I'm an introvert
By: Rachel Ruffing, May 2021
Every single day
There are words I just must say
I can't explain why
But the words never lie
I can't stop them from being said
They tend to be the words left un read
I just don't know what's going on in my head
Somedays I just need to lay in bed
Sit there with all my thoughts
While my brain rots
And wait till I can control my words
Till I can sit in silence away from the herds
Because I'm an introvert
And I don't want to be hurt
The Chains from the Cage
By: Rachel Ruffing, May 2021
The feeling of relief
Can seem beyond belief
When stress overpowers
And you happiness sours
all people you meet seem so sweet
But your life can no longer be a sheet
There is no repeat
no restart
You wish they could still be a part
Once you fly away
You no longer hear what they all say
You feel the relief, but it isn't so freeing
You fell the emptiness, is there really any point in living
So, you go back to the cage
Where no one can rage
No anger no disappointment
You take all their ointment
You be who They wish
You become their little fish
Its over from here
no one is near
You just want to be free
But no one can see
The pain, the emotions you can't escape