Bully
by J. W.
I shove him to the floor
Pointing and laughing
As he falls to the ground.
He cringes and whimpers
As I swipe fake jounces at him,
My face showed no mercy.
His dorky glasses slide off his nose
Cling-clink
And fall to the ground.
My face contorts into a sickening grin
As I lift up my foot
And feel the tiny little pieces of glass
Right under my shoes.
He stares up at me
With tears streaking down his face-
His face
That face
Usually smiling in glee
As award after award is given to him
In excellence in math, reading, ideas-
Just everything
The most cared, loved, respected
By all teachers and students.
His neat hair
Crisp clothes
And shiny shoes
Just perfect.
My face,
This face
Usually frowning in frustration
Awarded by disappointed looks
From my parents, teachers, students…
Just everyone
The most ignored, hated, disrespected
By all teachers and students.
My dirty hair
Stained clothes
And grimy shoes.
Tears stream down my face
Yet I stand, my face firm
Contorted in rage, confusion, and envy.
His face turns surprised, confused
Yet still cautious and scared.
I lift up my hand, and it turns into a fist
Ready to punch him
To hurt him
That pretty face of his…
Those smug awards…
The love he receives…
I should be that face!
With all those awards!
The love I deserve.
My eyes blur
Overflowing with unwanted tears
My fury
My jealousy
My confusion
They’ve all been blinding me.
It wasn’t him
It wasn’t his fault,
I should be thanking him
It was me.
Always been me.
I can’t change him
By hurting him
By beating him.
I have to change myself.
I should’ve known.
I should’ve realized.
That this is wrong.
A Bully Changing
By H.K.
I come to school everyday.
Push and shove things in my way.
Kids are scared, very scared
They don’t even talk to me.
I steal their lunch money,
Give them wedgies,
But most of all I fight them.
I call them names,
Stuff them in lockers,
Dump their heads in toilets.
They talk behind my back one day.
I don’t know why they do.
They don’t know my life, the way I do.
My life is torture
Whenever I come home.
Nobody understands,
What I have to go through.
I put my anger on kids
That are smaller than me.
When I pick on those kids
It makes me feel good.
One day a boy comes up to me.
Let’s be friends is all that he says.
He talks to me about his life.
It’s just like mine: pain and anger.
He tells me anger can be held.
That bullying isn’t the way to go.
He said make some friends
Tell them about your life.
He understood about my life.
I told him what happens,
When I come home.
He nods his head whenever I talk.
The next day in school
It’s just the same.
I might start rumors
That’s why they’re scared.
But no I don’t feel real good.
I’ve made new friends
Because of him.
My best friend Mike, Thank you!
I’ve Changed A Bully’s Heart!
by H.K.
Punching and kicking, so much blood,
I’m really dizzy and very hurt.
I want him to stop hitting me.
What did I do to make him mad?
I don’t even know him.
He barely talks to me at all.
Just because I’m smaller,
Randomly pick on me, not fair!
Everyday it’s just the same
Torture and pain throughout the day.
Non-stop lies just about me.
Monday, June 1, 2009
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Dancing on Stage
by D.M.
Adrenaline moving through my whole body
The indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach
Not even knowing why I was nervous in the first place
To look out and see everyone’s faces
Being up on that stage is like being center of the universe
My heart beats out of control
Just wanting to keep dancing for more reassurance
To keep getting more endurance
Once you hear the screams and claps
A big smile appears on my face
I know why I chose to do this
This feeling is simple priceless
The Last Letter
by M.T.
Sarah,
My dear wife
My lines may fall under your eye when I shall be no more
It’s a calm summer night
Death is creeping behind me
A pure love of my country
The name of honour that I love more than I fear death
Something whispers to me
May I return to my loved ones unharmed
Forgive my many faults
I might watch you form the spirit land and
Wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more
Always, always
If there is a soft breeze upon your cheek,
It shall be my breath
I will wait for you
My love for you is deathless.
Sullivan
Soccer In The Rain
by A.M.
Standing in the field,
With all of my teammates around me.
Anxiously waiting for the whistle to blow,
I feel a drop of rain fall on my cheek.
Looking up,
See nothing but gray clouds above me.
Raindrops start falling harder,
The sound of the referee’s whistle pierces my ears.
My mind comes back into focus,
Locking my eyes on the ball.
Moving forward fast,
My vision becomes blurry.
Rain is falling so hard,
It seems almost impossible to see anything.
My heart’s beating fast,
A million thoughts running through my mind.
Puddles starting to form on the field,
I kick the ball and water splashes my face.
Mud everywhere, slowing me down.
But I keep going.
Getting past all the defense,
The goal seems to be getting closer.
I look up to see the goalie running towards me,
I quickly cross it to the other side.
My teammates run up,
All trying to get the ball into the goal.
It all seemed like it was happening in slow motion,
But the ball finally hit the net.
Friends, family, and coaches standing on the sidelines,
Huddling under umbrellas and blankets.
Magic
by N.S.
Soft flakes, swirling
Like a dream
No one knows
Where they come from
Or why they’re here
We all know that snowflakes are
Magic.
From that first moment where they start to fall
We tilt our heads back
And open wide
And for a moment
We’re not teenagers
We’re not worries
And stress
And heartbreaks.
We’re crayons
And teddy bears
We’re swinging so high
Our sneakers punch holes in the clouds
Then it’s gone
Like Magic.
by D.M.
Adrenaline moving through my whole body
The indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach
Not even knowing why I was nervous in the first place
To look out and see everyone’s faces
Being up on that stage is like being center of the universe
My heart beats out of control
Just wanting to keep dancing for more reassurance
To keep getting more endurance
Once you hear the screams and claps
A big smile appears on my face
I know why I chose to do this
This feeling is simple priceless
The Last Letter
by M.T.
Sarah,
My dear wife
My lines may fall under your eye when I shall be no more
It’s a calm summer night
Death is creeping behind me
A pure love of my country
The name of honour that I love more than I fear death
Something whispers to me
May I return to my loved ones unharmed
Forgive my many faults
I might watch you form the spirit land and
Wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more
Always, always
If there is a soft breeze upon your cheek,
It shall be my breath
I will wait for you
My love for you is deathless.
Sullivan
Soccer In The Rain
by A.M.
Standing in the field,
With all of my teammates around me.
Anxiously waiting for the whistle to blow,
I feel a drop of rain fall on my cheek.
Looking up,
See nothing but gray clouds above me.
Raindrops start falling harder,
The sound of the referee’s whistle pierces my ears.
My mind comes back into focus,
Locking my eyes on the ball.
Moving forward fast,
My vision becomes blurry.
Rain is falling so hard,
It seems almost impossible to see anything.
My heart’s beating fast,
A million thoughts running through my mind.
Puddles starting to form on the field,
I kick the ball and water splashes my face.
Mud everywhere, slowing me down.
But I keep going.
Getting past all the defense,
The goal seems to be getting closer.
I look up to see the goalie running towards me,
I quickly cross it to the other side.
My teammates run up,
All trying to get the ball into the goal.
It all seemed like it was happening in slow motion,
But the ball finally hit the net.
Friends, family, and coaches standing on the sidelines,
Huddling under umbrellas and blankets.
Magic
by N.S.
Soft flakes, swirling
Like a dream
No one knows
Where they come from
Or why they’re here
We all know that snowflakes are
Magic.
From that first moment where they start to fall
We tilt our heads back
And open wide
And for a moment
We’re not teenagers
We’re not worries
And stress
And heartbreaks.
We’re crayons
And teddy bears
We’re swinging so high
Our sneakers punch holes in the clouds
Then it’s gone
Like Magic.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Outdoor Education evoked much though and creativity from the sixth grade students! Check it out!
Bedtime
By N.J.
The whispers and the giggles
The eyes wide with fight
The shores and the screams
And the laughter that night
But not me…
I was safe in my bed ‘til they
Said, “time to sleep!”
The smell of stinky socks filled me that
Night and helped me drift off quickly
To dreamland.
I frolicked in the meadow
and was filled with the anticipation
for tomorrow morning.
The warmth of a nice short showers
And the taste of mint tooth paste
Left a triangle in my mouth. Even the
Horrible morning breath was a doubt.
The soft fell of the pillow encases
Your head with dreams,
the thought of Crazy Willie made me
Snuggle down deep. And finally, at last,
I lay asleep.
The noise has died down and off I go
To the Dreamland where it’s all
Encased with heads on pillows.
Beach
By L.G.
The warm soft sand in
Between my toes
The mist of the ocean
Splash on my legs
The wind blows my hair
Around my face
The ocean’s never ending
Blueness
Seashells scratch my ankles
As I walk through the sand
The Circus
By C.T.
Tasting the cotton candy
melting in your mouth,
Feeling the sweat on the palms of your hand,
as the performers do there tricks.
Listening to all the children scream
as the lion tamer tames the lion.
You smell the buttery popcorn getting sold
to a crowd of hungry people.
Finally the grand finale comes
you’re shaking in your chair.
Frightfully watching as they
launched a person out of a canon.
A gush of wind pushes my hair gently as I walk forward.
The fresh air clams me down as I hear the rustle of the trees.
Darkness surrounds me.
At a distance I can see figures,
I looked up,
I can see the moon sitting up there.
It seemed to be the only light I had.
As I kept walking, I felt the cold goo of mud,
It kept made my shoes squeak.
I can hear the sound of a light, a spark.
I began to approach the light.
Suddenly I felt a rush of heat blow in my face.
A bonfire!
I made it.
T.C
Orienteering
N.W.
As I walked along trying to find the orienteering poles,
I heard the sticks snapping beneath my feet,
And people yelling because of the pain of the thorns.
I feel the mud overflow my shoes and go in to my socks,
And I feel the thorns go through my jacket
to my skin underneath.
I can barely feel my hands,
For they are still numb and unmovable
from the fall I took on the ice covered ground.
My nose is freezing too
I can still smell the scent of the damp moss
Left on the trees by the melted ice.
I look forward to the campfire ,
Which I can already smell but cannot see.
I try not to laugh as I see people slip on the ice
and struggle to get up and get stable.
I see the KP’s go to the dining hall to get ready for dinner.
I gear my stomach growl and I can’t wait to eat,
For it has been a long day and still and still more to come.
Outdoor Ed
M.O.
As I hear the wind wooshing through the woods, the trees rattles and children scream in fear. I hear the marshmallows sizzling in the fire and crackers being munched. I can feel the intense heat of the fire wrapping around my body. It stings my eyes; sparks flying everywhere. My feet are slowly sinking into the gooey mud as if it were quick sand. As I smell the melted chocolate, my mouth waters. I take my first bite into my s’more I am filled with pleasure. The soften marshmallow tastes as if it is a cloud. The smell of burning wood is now too much to handle. I look up to the sky and see it is flooded with stars. I see the intensity in everyone’s faces as they prepare to keep listening to each scary story. When it is finally over, I start heading back to my cabin. Everyone is jumpy. Someone shrieks and everyone is frightened as the start charging towards the cabin in fear. At least five people are trampled into the cold, wet, slimy, mud including me. I long for my boots as I trudge through the pitch black field. I gaze back at the fire which is still raging in the forest. Finally, a chaperone turns on a flashlight to illuminate the darkness. As I a falling asleep, I realize it is nowhere near bedtime. I hang my head in exhaustion and waiting for it to be over. When the activities are finally done, I lay my head onto my cold, plastic, mattress and slowly go into a deep sleep hoping I don’t have nightmares.
Outdoor Ed
M.O.
As I got to the site, I felt a burst of joy inside me.
I could tell from the rumors and teachers that this will be fun as fun can be.
I heard the laughter of people as we went on through the day.
And I felt the rush inside me when we played games like predator/prey
The day turned into night and I heard screaming from us kids
and I smelled burning wood.
The smoke burnt my eyelids.
I listen to the shrieks of my friends from the horrifying ghost stories,
I try to ignore the feeling of the mud slosh, and sink in my boots,
I taste the salty damp air surrounding me, I inhale the delicious smell of food from inside the mess hall, wishing I was there,
Io stare at the many cold, hungry kids huddling a warm, nice place.
And soon I’m there. I’m here the crowded chatter of kids surround me,
And taste them gooey drippy s’more, and once again I’m happy.
S.D.
I could hear people talking about outdoor ed
wishing they could of gone.
Everyone felt a bored feeling
floating everywhere with the cold air of the school
going into the empty classrooms.
I walk into in a cave with no one in a sight
Seeing people’s loneliness with none of their friends here.
K.E.
By N.J.
The whispers and the giggles
The eyes wide with fight
The shores and the screams
And the laughter that night
But not me…
I was safe in my bed ‘til they
Said, “time to sleep!”
The smell of stinky socks filled me that
Night and helped me drift off quickly
To dreamland.
I frolicked in the meadow
and was filled with the anticipation
for tomorrow morning.
The warmth of a nice short showers
And the taste of mint tooth paste
Left a triangle in my mouth. Even the
Horrible morning breath was a doubt.
The soft fell of the pillow encases
Your head with dreams,
the thought of Crazy Willie made me
Snuggle down deep. And finally, at last,
I lay asleep.
The noise has died down and off I go
To the Dreamland where it’s all
Encased with heads on pillows.
Beach
By L.G.
The warm soft sand in
Between my toes
The mist of the ocean
Splash on my legs
The wind blows my hair
Around my face
The ocean’s never ending
Blueness
Seashells scratch my ankles
As I walk through the sand
The Circus
By C.T.
Tasting the cotton candy
melting in your mouth,
Feeling the sweat on the palms of your hand,
as the performers do there tricks.
Listening to all the children scream
as the lion tamer tames the lion.
You smell the buttery popcorn getting sold
to a crowd of hungry people.
Finally the grand finale comes
you’re shaking in your chair.
Frightfully watching as they
launched a person out of a canon.
A gush of wind pushes my hair gently as I walk forward.
The fresh air clams me down as I hear the rustle of the trees.
Darkness surrounds me.
At a distance I can see figures,
I looked up,
I can see the moon sitting up there.
It seemed to be the only light I had.
As I kept walking, I felt the cold goo of mud,
It kept made my shoes squeak.
I can hear the sound of a light, a spark.
I began to approach the light.
Suddenly I felt a rush of heat blow in my face.
A bonfire!
I made it.
T.C
Orienteering
N.W.
As I walked along trying to find the orienteering poles,
I heard the sticks snapping beneath my feet,
And people yelling because of the pain of the thorns.
I feel the mud overflow my shoes and go in to my socks,
And I feel the thorns go through my jacket
to my skin underneath.
I can barely feel my hands,
For they are still numb and unmovable
from the fall I took on the ice covered ground.
My nose is freezing too
I can still smell the scent of the damp moss
Left on the trees by the melted ice.
I look forward to the campfire ,
Which I can already smell but cannot see.
I try not to laugh as I see people slip on the ice
and struggle to get up and get stable.
I see the KP’s go to the dining hall to get ready for dinner.
I gear my stomach growl and I can’t wait to eat,
For it has been a long day and still and still more to come.
Outdoor Ed
M.O.
As I hear the wind wooshing through the woods, the trees rattles and children scream in fear. I hear the marshmallows sizzling in the fire and crackers being munched. I can feel the intense heat of the fire wrapping around my body. It stings my eyes; sparks flying everywhere. My feet are slowly sinking into the gooey mud as if it were quick sand. As I smell the melted chocolate, my mouth waters. I take my first bite into my s’more I am filled with pleasure. The soften marshmallow tastes as if it is a cloud. The smell of burning wood is now too much to handle. I look up to the sky and see it is flooded with stars. I see the intensity in everyone’s faces as they prepare to keep listening to each scary story. When it is finally over, I start heading back to my cabin. Everyone is jumpy. Someone shrieks and everyone is frightened as the start charging towards the cabin in fear. At least five people are trampled into the cold, wet, slimy, mud including me. I long for my boots as I trudge through the pitch black field. I gaze back at the fire which is still raging in the forest. Finally, a chaperone turns on a flashlight to illuminate the darkness. As I a falling asleep, I realize it is nowhere near bedtime. I hang my head in exhaustion and waiting for it to be over. When the activities are finally done, I lay my head onto my cold, plastic, mattress and slowly go into a deep sleep hoping I don’t have nightmares.
Outdoor Ed
M.O.
As I got to the site, I felt a burst of joy inside me.
I could tell from the rumors and teachers that this will be fun as fun can be.
I heard the laughter of people as we went on through the day.
And I felt the rush inside me when we played games like predator/prey
The day turned into night and I heard screaming from us kids
and I smelled burning wood.
The smoke burnt my eyelids.
I listen to the shrieks of my friends from the horrifying ghost stories,
I try to ignore the feeling of the mud slosh, and sink in my boots,
I taste the salty damp air surrounding me, I inhale the delicious smell of food from inside the mess hall, wishing I was there,
Io stare at the many cold, hungry kids huddling a warm, nice place.
And soon I’m there. I’m here the crowded chatter of kids surround me,
And taste them gooey drippy s’more, and once again I’m happy.
S.D.
I could hear people talking about outdoor ed
wishing they could of gone.
Everyone felt a bored feeling
floating everywhere with the cold air of the school
going into the empty classrooms.
I walk into in a cave with no one in a sight
Seeing people’s loneliness with none of their friends here.
K.E.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I Am a Mask
I Am A Mask
I am a mask
With many secrets behind it
But it’s only what I let you know
You see my mask
And not the person inside
I keep to myself
Two faces
One unseen
Locked away in the cage of my heart
The face I hide
Where my secrets hold
Half of me known
And the other is forever hidden
Inside my mask
it is my sanctuary
Here I am most one
And my other half behind it
I cover my face
Eternally I stay half known half hidden
For I am a mask
I am a mask
With many secrets behind it
But it’s only what I let you know
You see my mask
And not the person inside
I keep to myself
Two faces
One unseen
Locked away in the cage of my heart
The face I hide
Where my secrets hold
Half of me known
And the other is forever hidden
Inside my mask
it is my sanctuary
Here I am most one
And my other half behind it
I cover my face
Eternally I stay half known half hidden
For I am a mask
New Year's Poetry Theme
New Year, New Beginning
What are your new goals, dreams, or aspirations? What do you hope for?
GOAL: Write a poem that communicates your New Year’s Resolution. How will you make your year better? How have you matured so far this year?
What’s your resolution?
Try harder? Be nicer? Listen to your parents? Try to do better in school? Pay attention to pets? Save money for the year? Share something with family or friends? Learn a hobby? Eat healthier?
The Writers Club is looking for poems from everyone! We want you to try your best to achieve your goals this year. Let us know your goals in a poem!
What are your new goals, dreams, or aspirations? What do you hope for?
GOAL: Write a poem that communicates your New Year’s Resolution. How will you make your year better? How have you matured so far this year?
What’s your resolution?
Try harder? Be nicer? Listen to your parents? Try to do better in school? Pay attention to pets? Save money for the year? Share something with family or friends? Learn a hobby? Eat healthier?
The Writers Club is looking for poems from everyone! We want you to try your best to achieve your goals this year. Let us know your goals in a poem!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The 2008 - 2009 Literary Magazine
The Writers' Club is now collecting submissions for this year's literary magazine! Submit now to Miss Cleary in Room 256.
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