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by Scot McAtee

By Gabby Ploss:

  As I look out across,

  The sea of yellow grass,

  I see an emptiness,

  That no one else seems to notice.

  My friends all look on,

  Content and feeling jovial,

  But I do not feel happy like them.

  I feel calm and at peace,

  As I listen to the things around me.

  The waves crashing on the sand,

  Rumbling in the background as the,

  Wind whips through the dry, brittle grass.

  I hear it all, feel it all, and see it all.

  I am calmed by this serene beauty.

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  By: Amy Lyons

  What path will you choose to take?

  It is your choice to make.

  You can reach any goals and dreams

  No matter how far away they are

  How you will get there is your choice

  Just follow your voice

  Hard work can take you anywhere

  Always remember to do your best

  Remember that you are free

  You can be anything that you want to be

  Do your best

  It will lead you to success

  Life

  By: Anna Marvin

  Life. What a fragile thing.

  So fragile that it can be taken away by a block of C4.

  All of your feelings and memories,

  Simply gone in the strike of a match.

  Now. Sitting here. I’m in so much pain.

  I wasn’t ever in the building when it happened.

  But now, crying between two strangers on the curb,

  I mourn my friends.

  Within 2 seconds their entire history is gone,

  And they no longer feel pain.

  But not me.

  I’m left with the burden of their unfinished years.

  Watching their remains blow away in the wind,

  I wonder who has suffered the most.

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  By: Macie Voss

  I see the sadness on her face,

  As he comforts her in her seat.

  He holds her in a loving embrace,

  While the sound of cars buzz down the street.

  The tulips she holds in her hand

  Are a kind of gesture out of sympathy.

  She sits and grieves, not able to stand.

  He cares so much due to his empathy.

  The sadness may come from a horrible tragedy

  Whether it be a break up, accident, or death.

  He gives her these pretty flowers gladly

  As she takes their beautiful scent in one single breath.

 

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