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    I am a Building

      By: Vanessa Ford

      I am a buiding.

      That’s all I can think as bullets fly past

      With shattered windows and broken walls

      I trace the thought as I grip my gun

      Two friend lie still beside me

      Like the cracked sidewalk beside my lawn

      With crimson flowers flooding the cracks

      I brace myself and raise my weapon

      I could feel the metal hit my neck

      Like a brick thrown through my glass

      Ripping my screen and ruining my floor

      I begin to fall like the dripping water off my overhang

      I am a building

      I draw the air from inside my furnace.

      I close my eyes like my closing curtains

      Refusing to die like a skeleton structure after a hurricane.

      I hope one day I will be repainted.

      Untitled

      By: Colby Combs

      The man, the angel

      Going for the light of success

      The light, the light of creation and success

      He hopes, he dreams

      He plots, he schemes

      For a plan, for a plot

      Hope, determination, loss

      All in one loss

      Of the coin of chance, of life

      Hope to be successful

      Determined to get to the light

      Loss of previous dreams

      He is:

      A god

      A light

      But above all

      The man with a dream

      Maddie Greear

      The score is tied; 4-4

      And the pressure is on to make the next goal

      I run for the ball as fast as I can

      As I feel my sweat dripping, I take a deep breath

      Kicking the ball back and forth

      Then here comes the opponent charging at me

      I see the sweat dripping on my forehead

      I hear the crowd cheering and chanting

      Then here is my moment

      My wide open shot

      I take a leap and hit the soccer ball towards the goal

      The crowd starts cheering and we win the game

      Carlie Cornett

      Love is like glass

      It’s shiny and smooth

      And sometimes pretty to look at

      But what happens when it breaks?

      It’s rigid and sharp

      It can cut and hurt you

      And make you bleed

      When it’s put back together

      There’s still pieces missing

      There’s parts gone and cracks

      And it will never be the same

      So love is like glass

      Emily Timmons

      Love is a bond that can’t be broken

      It is built over time

      You can’t see it, but you can feel it

      It is two people that are inseparable

      Two people that would do anything to see one another

      It is when a guy comes up to the door to get you for a date

      It doesn’t have to be a luxurious date either

      As long as it’s with him

      Nothing else matters

      Hannah Robbins

      The old green door

      once spewing with life

      once letting people in

      green like waves

      dirty and cold

      once new, is now old

      The old green door is now broken

      it sits as a reminder the past is gone

      it sits lonely and broken

      just like fragile souls who never had spoken

      once spewing with life

      The old green door.

      Lauren Hardebeck:

      A boy

      Thirteen Years old

      Lives on the wrong side of the tracks

      He doesn’t know his daddy and his mom doesn’t love him

      He can’t read

      He hopes to be a doctor

      A tree

      Two months

      Planted in the ground next to a mighty oak

      It hopes to grow to be tall and wise like it’s neighbor

      It grows

      It is bigger and stronger than any tree in the forest

      A boy

      A flower

      A little bit of hope.

      Bailie McCall:

      The children are cheering as the fireworks explode

      Parents are cooking and having a relaxing time

      Others are off fighting for our country

      Wishing they could be with their children

      At home the air smells of hamburgers and hot dogs

      On the battlefield it smells of death and burning flesh

      We’re happy that we’re free and independent

      Yet we don’t realize the sacrifices being made to make that possible

      On this day that we celebrate

      We need to remember those who made it possible

      Be grateful, Be thankful, Be appreciative

      If it weren’t for the sacrifices, we wouldn’t be

      Independent today

      Anthony Reyes

      You are the light

      You are the light inside the bag

      And life is the trail you travel

      Your light ignites the night sky

      To see where you are heading

      The twists and turns the path takes you

      It’s all where he takes you

      He sends wind to put out your light

      That ignites the road you travel

      The farther you travel

      The less we see the light

      And the more we look back

      At the beginning

      And where we’ve been

      One day the wind will put out

      The light you use to set your path

      Just travel for enough

      So when the light goes out

      You have enough to dream about

      When you can’t travel anymore

     


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