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by Scot McAtee

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.

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  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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