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Memories that Slowly Kill Me… "Old Times"

by: Marissa Gomez

 

Memories of old times,

Kissing, cuddling,

Hugging, loving,

Piggyback rides,

 

All of these gone now,

Because I was stupid,

 

Now I cry myself to sleep,

When I remember "Old Times",

 

Now he hates me,

And I still love him,

I realized too late,

How much he really meant to me,

 

We can't even be friends now,

Because all I think about,

 When I see him is "Old Times",

And how I was stupid.

 

I was happy then,

Always laughing and smiling,

 

I miss him so much,

But I can't have him back,

 

The only things that I can have,

Are memories of "Old Times",

That I don't want anymore,

That always make my cry,

And kill me painfully and slowly.

 

 

TOO MUCH

By Cooper Ehlers

 

Too many stories,

Too many different versions,

Too many perspectives,

Too many changes,

 

Not enough truth,

Not enough continuity,

I don't have enough intrest,

I really don't care.

 

He hit him, she bit her,

You did what?

What were you doin that for,

Dude, your weird,

 

We pretend to listen,

Sometimes we care,

Most of the time we don't,

But we are all guilty of inclusion.

My Abduction

By Ryan Denman

 

I was abducted by aliens!

They were disquised as people in white.

They kept saying everything would be all right,

All though kept yelling

 

 

 

 Music

By: Sophie Leahy

 

It’s a major part of my life

I don't know what I'd do without it

It takes away my strife

 

All different kinds

Most of them are great

I just listen to the lines

 

Music can come from the top of your head

Or from a poem written long ago

I hope it’s not one I dread

 

Indie, pop, or rock

The songs keep playing

It goes around the clock

 

If you take time to listen

You might see how the songs glisten

 

 

Pictures

by, Keely

 

capture the moemory

click, there goes the flash

one more memory

to be remembered forever

 

print it out on a piece of paper

a part of your heart captured

mount it on the wall

to be remembered for time to come

 

looked by people who have shared those times

there to tell stories about

reminded of the times you've had

the good memorys displayed on the wall

 

you don't take pictures of something you want to forget

memories to be seen forever

as you are walking down the hall,

you can tell your kids of the time each memory happened

 

 

Tears of Courage

Lauren Farello

 

A thunder clap is heard

In the distance,

And a flash as bright as fireworks

Fills the looming sky

As a warrior sprints

To a deserted and lonely shack.

 

The soldier breathes silently

As he crouches behind

The battered up and blood- stained

Empty house.

He wipes the dirt and sweat from

His head, and looks at his gun.

The machine that would take his

Troubles and his very life

Away.

He lifts the gun to his head.

And closes his eyes

But stops.

 

A gnawing photograph is

Plastered to his ghastly mind.

A year before these horrific moments,

The southern California ocean,

A smiling woman with

A glistening diamond ring,

A three year old

Wearing a dress filled with happiness,

Laughing in the arms of joy

And a proud father,

Wishing to be no where else

But with the people he loves.

 

A drop of pain falls from

The sky as the soldier

Lowers death to the ground,

and summons life into his hands.

The instilled inspiration lifts

The soldier to his feet.

He straps on his dripping helmet

And prepares to face the world.

 

The pain keeps dripping as the

Soldier steps into the unknown

But this time,

The tears aren’t coming from the sky.

They are from the lonesome eyes of a

Brave and courageous soldier.

 

 

 

 

Your Eyes can Display

By: Carolina Paredes

 

A picture is worth a million words, that’s what they say

but I think that your eyes can display more each and everyday.

I look in eyes of time and upon them I stand still,

those eyes so captivating that they give me chills.

 

Then seconds pass with your eyes that have departed,

and then I miss that pretty sight that left me faint hearted.

But when the gaze of my eyes meets yours,

I let myself go into the past memories that soar.

 

Again, I see a falling star, a promise of true bliss,

and I then know that it will always exist and I don’t need to miss.

Because now I know that your eyes can display,

many emotions more each and everyday.

 

 

Remember...

By Keira De Nicola

 

Remember the nights where you held my waist as I sat upon your lap

 

The laughs we exchanged; as we stared into the setting tangerine sky

 

And how you would hold my hand, but never let go.

 

Both knowing it wasn't going to be like this forever,

 

But getting caught in the moment anyways.

 

Our infectious smiles would strive through our bodies

 

Without one care in the world

 

We would watch the waves turn white at the tip

 

And sit there quietly, yet anxiously, hand in hand.

 

If a picture is worth a thousand words,

 

Than our relationship was a never-ending picture book

 

We promised to never let go, to never say goodbye

 

Soon enough the tangerine sky slowly turned into depths of purple

 

And the clasp of our hands slowly drifted apart,

 

You let go of me, and I chose to walk away

 

Face down, away from the peaceful night,

 

With my hand still carrying your warmth.

 

Some Of My Life 

By Emma Stephens

 

Music, part of my life.

I lvoe how the music come out of the paper, waiting to be read.

How the notes somehow create

a beautiful melody.

Ho the music flows out of your hands

as you press the keys.

A sharp, a flat all form together.

Runs and trills, softer, louder

They're all a little part

in a bigger story.

You have to fell the song,

be a part of the song,

help others be a part of it too.

It's music. it's a part of me.

 

Can't Wait

by kaitlyn Hafdell

 

Stuck in class looking in my binder reminder,

counting down the days till summer.

 

Four more months to go.

Day dreaming of the nice warm sunny days.

 

I can see it now,

it's a sunny day and i'm getting on the bus shuttle.

 

My friends and i get off the shuttle,

taking a glance of El Porto.

 

There are alot of people there,

some lying in the sand, some in the water, and some at the snack bar.

 

We put our towels and things on the sand,

taking off our clothes running into the water.

 

The waters cold at first but you get use to it.

Now i'm swimming and somebody is calling my name.

 

Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn what's the answer to number 28?

wow day dreaming seems so real, o well 4 more months.

 

 

 

 

 

They

By, Timothy Nunez

 

They do not understand.

They do not understand what we think,

what we do,

or how we do it.

 

They lecture us on everything.

They think they know what were going through.

 

"I went through the same thing you did in high school."

I have heard that too many times.

What they don't know

is that no high school stays the same.

 

They sometimes try to pick out cloths for us.

They might even try to dress us.

 

They will steer us in the right direction when we am doing wrong.

We will probably do the right thing,

most of the time,

but we often observe the wrong from time to time.

 

They sometimes embarrass us,

and they sometimes infuriate us.

 

 

 

Who are, "they"?

 

 

 

 

They are our parents. 

 

 

 

 

 

Cars

By Jesse Humphries

 

They look best in sparkling black

And sleek in midnight blue

Just like a classic fastback

Or a car made just for you.

 

The faster they go

The more fun they are

So I wouldn’t drive a Volvo.

They’re a family car.

 

I don’t care if they’re big or small

They just have to look nice

And stand out in a crowd, that’s all 

No matter the price

 

Benz, Lamborgini, Ferreri

Engines of V-8 or V-10

Anyone, you won’t be sorry

On that you can depend. 

 

Vibrant, powerful, sleek

A car is an extension of you

Instantly take off and the tires shriek

The sight of your car is a beautiful view

 

Automobiles have been around

For over a hundred years

Now with a more forceful sound

And loved by all my peers

 

 

 

 

My Favorite Place

By Nicole Bartels

 

A cool, gentle breeze,

with waves softly rolling.

I come here when i please.

Everything here is adoring. 

 

With the sun shinning bright,

lying on the warm sand,

I like to relax in the light,

in this place that's never bland. 

 

It's so beautiful,

watching the sunset in this gorgeous place,

always so pretty and colorful,

with lots of shades of oranges and pinks, it's deffinetly something one would want to embrace. 

 

 

Christmas Presents

By Nikolas Kessler

 

We wake up early Christmas Day,

Running to the tree,

looking at all the presents, wondering what each one could be.

The wrapping paper gets ripped off,

and is thrown all over the ground,

And underneath the mess, the present will be found.

We say oh wow it’s great,

And how it will be a lot of fun,

But as soon as you are finished looking, you go right for the next one.

The presents are all opened,

and you like them all a lot,

so you call your all of your friends to see what they have got.

Christmas Day is over now,

I make sure no presents are missed,

But when I realize there is none left, I’ll start my next Christmas list.

 

 

 

 My Getaway

by Craddock

 

My getaway.

Watching the sunset over marina.

Sitting in the dirt.

Watching, wishing.

 

Industry below,

nature above.

Dogs barking in the distance.

This is my getaway.

 

Smoke rising in the distance

Tags scattered on concrete

I look out over the west side.

This is my getaway.

 

The sunset is blood red

Beatiful,

just pure beauty.

Welcome to my getaway.

 

Its my little cut,

my getaway.

I come to this spot

Just to get away.

 

 

Sports

By Max Mendoza

 

 

Running, swinging

Diving, sliding

Hitting, shooting

Beating that grounder ball out

Sprinting for the loose puck

Scoring or hitting that double

Getting that assist or getting an RBI

These are sports

The felling you get when you succeed

You are on top of the world

Nothing and nobody can stop you

You crush everything and everyone in your path

Winning is your ultimate goal

Losing is not an option

You play to win and win at all costs

This is what sports are all about

 

 

 

 

Just Run

by Valerie Fernandez

 

It's going to hurt,

it might even burn.

The sweat on your shirt,

smells like an old fern.

 

Run a lap,

sprint another,

It won't be a snap,

but you try not to stutter.

 

You're almost done,

and you see the finish line.

But your muscles are weak

and they show diminished signs.

 

Fight through the struggle,

nothing matters any more.

Your legs are on fire,

but you've made it and hit the floor.

 

 

 

 

Memories

By Emilija Stojanovic

 

Our lives consist of many memories,

They shape our future choices.

Some memories are good,

Some are bad.

 

Some memories make us cry,

Others make us smile in joy.

They are all different,

But all with high importance.

 

When we remember something nice,

We feel like we could conquer the world,

With our everlasting happiness.

 

Our lives move on,

And day by day,

Our memories seem to fate away.

The good and the bad soon all go away.

 

Baseball

By: Brandon Goodreau

 

Swinging, Throwing

Fielding, Hitting

Running, Scoring

This is the game I love

Baseball is a part of life

Playing is fun

Watching is too

So many memories of the game

Running around the bases after a good hit

Throwing another

Player out at first base

Now I continue to play

and make those good memories

Baseball is fun

And I play it all the time

And occasionally I go to a game

The atmosphere there is great

The fans are screaming

For one guy at the plate

And all the fans feel like one big family