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There are many

things to do in life

Like having fun with your friends

Enjoying ice cream by the beach

But there are some darker things in life

Like how some people
wont leave their house

Because they’re scared

of what will happen to them

They live in fear because of what this world has come

People killing their kind

over resources and disagreements

Over race and color

There are so many

good things in the world

Yet so many bad things

if your world is filled
with so many bad things

try to enjoy the world you live in

Try to embrace what you have

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The US is at war

will cause opponents to have a lot of Gore

Everyone fighting will need a strong core

On D-Day armed forces fought on the shore

Everyone is brave
US soldiers comin´ in with the waves

Knowing they could soon be beneath a grave

Solders want to kill Nazis with great crave

Everywhere you hear big bombs bombing

This fight is not calming

You see the Nazis plotting

While doves are watching

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By: Dani

May 25, 2020, we all heard the words from underneath “I cannot breath”

We heard him take his last breath

It was their knee that brought his sudden death.

The incident woke things up that have been suppressed

Racism was a topic never addressed

This sad reality of race vs race has become such a disgrace

The fact that people are dying because of power is such a mistake.

Racism has crippled our communities.

It has ruined a lot of opportunities

Dividing us from one another

Instead of uniting us and supporting each other.

The topic of racism should be something historical

I can't believe my generation had to plan his memorial

This crime will not be forgotten

We will make racism unco

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i know that the world is big but i dont really care  while people are partying i dont even seem to care

I'm in the driveway shooting with stare

Sometimes I wish that I was over there but I just always declare

don't go over there. Because this is my piece of mind the swoosh when the puck hits

the net it sounds just like a fighter jet

i bet i can do it again and again

i'll do this forever without a care

because i like it more than loud music and bright lights

just me and my net as red as can be when i shoot i feel free like a bird in the sky

I don’t want to be a part of that jamboree I’ll just shoot my pucks with glee

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The Carbon apocalypse                                                 I saw the world burning to ashes country by country.                                                                               I saw the glaciers melting slowly and crying for help, releasing death gas, locked away under the glaciers.                                                                               I see the sea rising, drowning everyone just trying to have a nice day at the beach.                     I see the ozone, breaking apart as more deadly laser beams hit the earth.                                             I see the whole world, drowning and burning at the same time.                                                          Then I see the little boy suffocating to lack of oxygen, crying out for his family.                            No one even tries to help stop this horrible calamity.                                                                              I guess I need more reminding,That Humans aren’t perfect.                                                              Humans aren’t pure.                                                 That Humans aren’t absolute.                                 But when I see someone plant a seed of hope, that makes us that much closer to saving ourselves.                                                                   Then I see the world being saved,In my dreams.           

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The Carbon apocalypse                                                 I saw the world burning to ashes country by country.                                                                               I saw the glaciers melting slowly and crying for help, releasing death gas, locked away under the glaciers.                                                                               I see the sea rising, drowning everyone just trying to have a nice day at the beach.                     I see the ozone, breaking apart as more deadly laser beams hit the earth.                                             I see the whole world, drowning and burning at the same time.                                                          Then I see the little boy suffocating to lack of oxygen, crying out for his family.                            No one even tries to help stop this horrible calamity.                                                                              I guess I need more reminding,That Humans aren’t perfect.                                                              Humans aren’t pure.                                                 That Humans aren’t absolute.                                 But when I see someone plant a seed of hope, that makes us that much closer to saving ourselves.                                                                   Then I see the world being saved,In my dreams.           

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The Carbon apocalypse                                                 I saw the world burning to ashes country by country.                                                                               I saw the glaciers melting slowly and crying for help, releasing death gas, locked away under the glaciers.                                                                               I see the sea rising, drowning everyone just trying to have a nice day at the beach.                     I see the ozone, breaking apart as more deadly laser beams hit the earth.                                             I see the whole world, drowning and burning at the same time.                                                          Then I see the little boy suffocating to lack of oxygen, crying out for his family.                            No one even tries to help stop this horrible calamity.                                                                              I guess I need more reminding,That Humans aren’t perfect.                                                              Humans aren’t pure.                                                 That Humans aren’t absolute.                                 But when I see someone plant a seed of hope, that makes us that much closer to saving ourselves.

Then I see the world being saved,

In my dreams.

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They stop

They cast out the flowers, pulling out the roots

Summer will leave me broken and warm

I love the spring, to bring neat trees

For the trees to cover and give me shade

Are the daylights of my day

I hate the fall and love the winter

For after winter comes the spring

After the snow comes the warmth

For the flowers outshine me, which I hate

I hate the leaves
getting me down to a pile of hate

All the weeds

Pulling me down

I stomp my way around the weeds

With my shoes filthy with death

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So many types of pollution

Sometimes up

Sometimes down

But it’s all around

We need to reduce our waste

To keep this planet green

We must push to keep it clean

Cars rushing down streets

Its smoke turns air behind them gray

Seeing the trees crying

And their fallen burnt leaves dying

It’s in front of our eyes

But we chose to ignore it

This planet is in need

Not greed

Look at our waters

Plastic and oils

Spilling in

Dolphins caught in nets

And sea turtles necks wrapped in

Plastic

Ice in the north

now melting

Polar bears losing their homes

In my dreams

Seeing green grass

And clear water

We must care for this planet

We must love this planet

Because it's the only one we have

And the only one we share

As one community

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BED TIME

By : Brian Mullis

After a cold winter’s day, my bed calls me.

It is warm, cozy.

It wants to comfort me after a day of school, social, and studies. But i cant

I juts cant fall asleep

After my mind slowly stops turning I slowly start to fall asleep

Until my alarm clock beeps

“ITS ALL READY MORING”

It feels so early

And now somehow my bed is warm and cozy now

I look out the window

And see a plow

“SNOW DAY”

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Seasonal blooming By Frans Jorgan Weterrings IV 

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Seasonal blooming By Frans Jorgan Weterrings IV 

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Rain or shine they’ll bloom

Snow or hale they'll prevail

found any day any time any

bright but soft

Color will catch your eye even in the darkest of days

Their beautiful soft pink  color radiates in any weather

They stick out like the moon in the night sky

unique but plain color

could stick out if the world was black and white

With the right conditions, cherry blossoms can flourish any time

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Trees, trees,

What’s all the fuss?

I must ask,

Why?

Why do we “speak for the trees”

When the trees have the bees?

The oxygen is a plus,

Though I find trees too much fuss.

Instead, I think of another.

Highly efficient, spongy and damp

This description

Will be sufficient,

For the one I think of.

Moss.

Yes, moss,

Those tiny clusters of life.

Underrated as such,

Think once more about your focus.

Is there another you have ignored?

This may be a question,

Or a metaphor in this great game of life.

So turn your gaze outward, and

See

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Going fast, but not too fast.

Everybody is surrounding me, right behind

a line.  Bam and there off.  Im too speedy, too deep into it already, I can’t go back.

I’m as fast as a cheetah, faster than anyone else.

I’m fast, flashy and furious.

Wait a minute! Someone is surpassing me!

he’ll never get past me, I am to good, too fast.

Everyone cheers for him, me right behind him, lost in the dark.

I am sad and lonely after I see him cross that line,

But everyone cheers for me, even though I’m right behind.

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On a small, wooden table

Overlooking a green cul-de-sac

Sat a Lego brick.

The brick was not unordinary,

No, simply just a 4x4 studded

square piece of plastic.

Heck, even its bright red color

Hastily painted on in a factory

Was becoming a drab, dull shade.

What was it for?

It could not think of a reason.

It wasn’t meant to be read,

Opened, or eaten…

It was

nothing.

Until one day

Multiple, multicolored bricks fell onto the table.

Just like the red, they were normal.

Then

click.

They fit perfectly together.

Through many more clicks,

They created something beautiful.

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Benefits of a Thunderstorm By: Charlie Werner

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Benefits of a Thunderstorm By: Charlie Werner

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Gray clouds cover up

What used to be clear blue

Raindrops fall down to the ground,

A thunderstorm is due.

A thunderstorm? But why?

Most people sigh and shoulders sink.

But thunderstorms are beautiful,

Or that is what I think.

I like how raindrops fall

in a tapping frequent flow,

And how lightning cuts

Through the clouds, while thunder’s rather slow.

Plants and I alike both

Dance and thrive under the storm,

Other people huddle up

Where they find their own warmth.

The majority will disagree,

Thunderstorms? Those stink!

But my relationship to them

Is a skater to a rink.

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The night is cold

and the snow covers the green grass.

The tree´s dance in the cold wind

the clock is close the time has climbed

It is new year's day.

it’s about time

the world is bright

the ponds have froze

The cold air nips at your cold frozen toes.

Skate´s touch the water which is now ice,

when you go inside it is very nice,

you get hot chocolate marshmallows as well

When you drink the cup the heat so nice

winter is not so bad you say to yourself

you turn on the fire and enjoy yourself.

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It’s my second home.

When I’m there I feel safe.

I feel like I can do anything.

I feel free.

When I ride

I'm in control,

When I ride

The horse

Is my partner.

When I ride I feel like all my

Worries disappear.

When I ride I feel at peace.

I feel the wind whisper in my ear

As I fly over a jump.

As the horses munch on their hay

Letting out a few neighs.

As the gentle beasts stride through the grass

Of the pastures.

As the wild horses become tame.
I look through the windows seeing the calm horses

Graze.

These massive kind beasts are my second home.

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The Levels of the Ocean                                             By Abby Fisch  

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The Levels of the Ocean                                             By Abby Fisch  

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Roaming the sea,

In search of an answer,

Unable to find,

Such a distant wonder.

The water

R

E

C

H

E

S

O

U

T

It’s shivering hand,

Pulling me deeper,

Farther from land.

Then a light flickers,

I start to float up,

Swimming faster than light

And faster than sight.

Here comes a school,

Who trample on by,

Leaving nothing behind.

Not even an eye.

Once they pass,

I begin a path,

No obstacles can stand in my way.

I look all around,

Nothing can be found,

Not eels or squids,

It’s all a black blur.

Swimming around,

With no sight,

But then I see the tiniest speck of light,

Beginning my quest towards the white,

Getting brighter by the second,

My treasures near,

I’ve got no fear,

It’s almost here.

I break through the surface,

With a powerful purpose,

Colors filling my eyes,

Under the bright shining sky.

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A forest with no creatures,
A forest with no plants,
Simply unused and unnew
A person ignores it
Is it real if no one knows it exists?
But i Know it exists, is that enough for it?
Because in the end of the day, somebody is this forest
Untalked to, old and unused
We’ve all been in this forest once
And no one helped us out
But we are out now, let the forest be known
Before the fire keeps it hidden,
Because the trees don't creak,
The leaves don't whisper,
The plants don't sway
And the animals don't run
But that doesn't mean it's not real
Because we’re treading in the forest
Seeds in our hands, our shoes
Spreading it more
A Stone creating ripples in the waves

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Here we are, together.
You’re not alone
in the storm.
So, look around now.
That’s better.
There’s so much to talk about.

What was it like to be part
of history?
How did it feel? Was each month
a mystery?
Did you want’a break
the news?
Did you want’a take
a snooze?

What was it like to live at
a distance?
Did you embrace? Or was there
resistance?
Did you wan'ta stop
the feed?
Did you want'a pause and
dream?

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Wrapped up in a blanket starin’ out the window

Even when he was surrounded by the company of the blanket

he still felt lonely

even when being surrounded by people

He was ignored

Not adored.

Tired eyes looked up at the stars

Sleepless nights made him tired;

wary of the things lurkin’ in the dark.

He rested on the window, not hot nor cold

Feelin’ calm.

Feelin’ C a l m.

Fear was the only thing driving’ him from sleep.

But the sleepiness drowned out the fear

Soon enough he was lulled to sleep.

All he remembered was a burnin’ house,

Ragin' fire that never seemed to cease

The screams of agony

Painful screams.

He struggled to wake.

Being trapped in an endless loop

Seeing everyone suffer around him

What's

not

to

love?

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A Rainbow, like a path of life
It is happy but appears on a rainy sad day.

Life, it can be amazing and joyful one day,

But dreadful another
But you just have to find the end of that dark and grey rainbow.

Walk on top of that dull stripe across the sky,
And you will eventually find the end of it.

And once you do,

You will find something,
And that something is the real YOU
A person with new opportunities and an open-hearted mind
The cheerful, confident, and courageous person, will

jump out.

It's a lot of work to find that person

It's also hard to be that person,

But just remember,

That person isn’t far      away.

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Sunlight by Noah Smith

When I look up at the sky

I see sunlight

Oh what I owe this glorious sight of mine

It has seen the worst of fights

It has also seen the best deeds

People fighting for rights

And all of the worlds needs

We breathe the same air

As the hungry soldiers

In despair

While we move boulders

They moved bodies

Everything is seen by sunlight

We would not be here right now if it weren't for veterans, thank you veterans

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I don't mind that I'm overlooked

Defective

never  modified or operated

But I'm stronger and collective

poured down from the world above

sitting down and watching love

That's moved in the air

By entity

So I glisten like glitter

Sometimes flaws occur.

I want to linger

like the trees that grow old and sway

in storms and stand tall and look brave

Although I'm something

But not someone

i forever will

Just liquify

away.

But i have been created for a reason

And learn to know my worth

So unliking my breakable self,

Will make me frigid

Even if  burned.

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Life is a beach,

A long one,

With rocks and soft sand.

Rocks,

The’re sharp

The’re smooth

The’re shiny

We all must walk over the rocks.

If you try to go around them,

It will cause you problems.

You MUST go THROUGH them.

It will hurt,

But after the rocks comes the soft,

Sand.

Let the sand glow and flow through your toes,

Take advantage of it.

The waves,                   The crash on,         the beach and,

mess up the sand.

But, they bring seashells, and seaweed.

They bring wet sand that can build any sand structure possible.

Life is a beach.

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A Papercut is like an insult,

Small but hurtful.

Brings much pain

It's often looked over,

Like no one cares.

One is fine

Overlooked by most,

But 10, 20 ,100.

It's a stab, sob, sorrow story

That cuts deeper than most.

It's fine at first,

But the numbers keep counting,

“10, 20, 100”

When they build up

feelings gradually

Drop

Sometimes the cut plunges deeper,

Than a dagger

More painful than a stab

Basically to the heart.

Plunges so deep

It will make you weep

It's not just a word

It's not painless

It's slices

Sometimes to the heart

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It was 2019 just before covid.

There was a bully who was mean.

He was seeking ridiculous revenge.

Bolduc would be bullied everyday

the bully would make fun of him for his awful stench

that was as bad as a wet sock.

Bolduc wanted revenge on the bully.

Bolduc wanted to have a fight with the bully.

But during the fight the bully saw that revenge is

not worth it. The bully was only giving Bolduc a hard time because of jealousy.
When they fought Bolduc did not fight right.

So the people found out that revenge might not be right.

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The birds sang in the distance,

About their world's fragile existence

Their nests are homes on top of the branches.

Their little eggs, sitting there,

Waiting to hatch and be freed into the world.

What they don’t know is how the world can go up in flames.

As the wildfires spread, the branches break

Leaving the birds homeless.

The bears sit on their icebergs,

Cold, but bright under the sun.

Looking for fish to grab and to eat.

What they don’t know is how the world can go up in flames.

The sun beats down,

Their homes dissolved, leaving them with no hope.

The sun scorching, sabotaging simple survival.

But the world can persist and resist,

And bring the colors back.

The ice caps will re-freeze, the trees will sway in the breeze.

And what they don’t know is the flames can be tamed.

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We all want the ability to stop time.

To stay in a moment forever.

For me, I wish this for a million different moments.

I wish I could stay forever.

Stay with my May 2020 days.

The days when I saw beautiful yellow flowers.

I would do anything to see those flowers again

I saw these beautiful flowers when they were at their lowest point and  I saw them when they were at the happiest point.

But the most painful thing is knowing that you will never see those flowers again. Not even

once.

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Night time is a dark place,

A romantic time for couples

Making sweet gestures with their face

A party time for teens and adults

A time to look upon your actions.

Night time is a good place,

And epic time for family games.

A time for children to sleep so they're ready for school

And for people to find clothes to dress cool.

Night time is a fun place,

For friends to get together

And play games till they fall asleep.

Night time is a weird place,

A place where animals hide

Where animals wait for an attack.

Night time is a B A D time

A time where bats wait and broadcast the streets

Waiting for its victims,

A time where wolves are out waiting for a new animal

To come into the woods.

Night time is a place where

Animals scan the ground for little animals

To hunt and eat as their late night dinner.

Night time is the time of death.

A time for cries,

And a time to wipe your eyes.

And think about the time that lies ahead.

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Riding with the Skies of Florida      By: Grace Clay

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Riding with the Skies of Florida      By: Grace Clay

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In the month of February
Some days I leave my place of learning
To go to the wonders of Florida

I take my homework with me
I study for school on the plane

My horse, Junior, will get there before me
Junior stands and eats during his long trailer ride

Then the clouds are dark gray and no blue sky was found
It is raining so hard that people can’t hear the loud sound of thunder

My horse shivers and steams

Why you must wonder
Why is he cold in warm weather?

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The Feeling of an empty head - Mehak Khan

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The Feeling of an empty head - Mehak Khan

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As we humans g r o w older

So do memories

What we remember, what we don’t

depends on who we are

We focus on the wrong as life goes on

We start to forget in minutes just as if life is a song

Memories start fading away

Hollow brain with a hollow heart

Results to forgetting  about all the happy times you’ve had in the past

How forgetful someone is and forgets how their mother or father was like

The feeling of importance

washing away like seashells being left for the sea to eat up

Feelings of losing something in your head

Your brain isn’t the same anymore

If feels empty

It feels deserted

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The world is a quilt
Made slowly, stitch by stitch
Pattern by pattern
With doves singing and flowers blooming
Each pattern a part of history, some bright and cheerful
Some daunting and destructive

But sometimes the quilt can be
Unstitched
pulled 'till it
Rips

Becoming a pile of fabric
made up by tangled tired thread,
By all the dread, hate and fear
And the flowers and doves nearly disappear

But I'm lucky
Because my pattern
doesn't have many rips
Or tears
Or loose threads
And has doves singing
And flowers blooming

But some aren't so lucky
Their patterns have rips
And loose threads
And no doves singing
And no flowers blooming

I do my best to help but
Really,
Deep down
I fear I can't
Make a big enough difference
to keep the quilt from becoming tired tangled thread

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A girl, watching the sunset

Behind her, is her beach house

With her jet

of course

The sky is beautifully painted pink

But-

She is lonely and tired,

Of her famous life

There was just so much pressure. She wished she didn’t

Choose this lifestyle when she was five

She rapidly ran-

Like a rabbit down the beach

She could feel the sand on her feet as she began

To feel so-

So-

Free

It was like she was walking on clouds

It doesn’t even feel real

Then she was woken up by her manager

It was just a dream

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We grow

sometimes it might be slow

and the best growth is not height

We will succeed, fail

But when you get

Knocked

Down

You get back up

Then you rebuild yourself

And get back where you started

You will learn

And be better than you were before

Maybe this time you will  succeed

But if you fail again

It won’t matter if it starts to rain

Because you will get back up and try again

And this time you will be better

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A Flower Blooms in a Prison- Cecilia Puthiaparambil

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A Flower Blooms in a Prison- Cecilia Puthiaparambil

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When he goes to a restaurant

He smells the fragrant smell

When the smell lifts him up

He floats across the sky

But when he gets to the restaurant

He is met by a line, the line is

S

O

O

O
long it is like a mile

And all of the people

Are wearing blue shoes

Which is weird ‘cause

Everyone usually wears red shoes

And the dictator loves the red color

He loves this color more than his brother

But why is he not enraged

Is he dead?

Why is he not coming after?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Bye

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“I apologize for such a long letter - I didn't have time to write a short one” -Mark Twain.

Society Humanity What does it truly mean to be human?

Do you have to kill others?

Watch the dust cloud over Hiroshima and just stand there apathetic.

Do you have to

break others.

We are all gears in society.

Humans are caring, dreaming, living, killing, dying, loving.

We all think we are incredible, we are egotistical… But they are also part of something incredible.

Everyone asks at one point.

Why do we kill each other?

Why do we dream impossible things?

Why do we have intelligence?

Why do we rejoice after battles? Where we killed people who had families.

The mother who weaps a widow with no son they both died alone.

Even if you were in the right and you were “good” , a person died who was “Bad” they were still alive and just as human as you.

In reality good and evil are just lables they are all relitive.

Everyone is “evil” by someone’s standerds and “good” by anothers.

Humanity is egotistical; they slap these relative labels.

Why Nagasaki?

We all think we are “special” in one way or another that we are going to be able to do anything we set our minds to.

But what do you think people in poverty set their minds to?

People say that being lazy is a sin but why is it bad in the first place?

Wells were created because people were too lazy to go to the river.

Running water was created due to people getting too lazy to travel to the well.

Yet we call everyone who are lazy sinners.

We celebrate when doves come out.

History is only told by the winners who end up being known as those who defeated the “evil” country and are “savoires” and “good” people.

In 1998, over 1,200 bone fragments were found in Benjimman franklens basement in London.

At the time Tampering with dead bodies was outlawed no matter the reason.

What good reason did he have for the corpses?

Why is he hailed as “good” even though it is public but he is good due to the ego of America that he is still hailed as “good”.

Despite this fact he is still the pride of America as a founding father.

Pride itself is even a sin so why?

What does it mean to be American?

Do you have to be so patriotic and egotistical that you have a team named after the word.

What does it mean to be Japaness?

Do you have to commit Seppuku instead of facing defeat?

History is written by the winners.

People are only taught how Brittan was “evil” and raised taxes unfairly and are not taught how they did it because they went practically bankrupt protecting us then we refused to pay them back.

Just another example.

When there is a transferee from Britan in football the referee will be biased.

Source for corpse in basemant facts: https://www.thehealthboard.com/why-were-skeletons-buried-in-benjamin-franklins-basement.htm#:~:text=In%201998%2C%20over%201%2C200%20bone%20fragments%20were%20discovered,furthering%20our%20understanding%20of%20human%20health%20and%20anatomy

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Home                                                                             By: Maya Romagnolo

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Home                                                                             By: Maya Romagnolo

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Home, a place where she can take things off

her shoulders.

All-day, every day she carries boulders.

Home is a dove that carries her away,

Somewhere far away.

Home isn’t always four walls and a roof

It can be as simple as two arms and two legs.

At least that was what her’s was.

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A man in the desert

Being chased by a Shadow

The man does not have a steady pace

He runs over the large dunes

and stumbles down them

On his way down he can feel

Fear

he tramps and falls as he is in

Fear

He is in fear of the unknown

The unknown shade that follows so ominously behind him

The Dark outline has a steady calm stride for it has nothing to fear

It walks up and over the dunes of thoughts appearing

and disappearing

And no matter how much the desert is filled with those thoughts

the shadow never gets smaller

It never stops

And the man never confronts it

The man does nothing but stay in the back of all of our minds keeping us away from the unknown

But the only way we can confront fear is to explore the unknown.

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As the dove flies abroad the community

It’s wings drastically spreaded furthermore

Showcasing its capability to operate in flight

As individuals have the capability to soar

Commencing the comfortable life

At an astonishing initial youth

Within the delicate environment

And its undiscovered, essential truth

Abroad the widely distributed land

Its elegance absolutely indescribable

Lays a miniature, marvelous girl

Her affection and adoration undeniable

On the unfortunate contrary

A depressing and distressing individual suffers

Due to her skin’s disparate pigmentation

Alongside her peculiar and contrasting mothers

Her gender identity fracturing exceedingly

Drastically demolishing beneath the immense pressure

Being thoroughly observed as unsuccessful

As her existence is examined with displeasure

Although she desires sentiment within the community

She is miserable and dwindling abroad

However, if someone assists the unfortunate individual

Then she would potentially not be considered flawed

We are all acknowledged as an individual planet

Supposedly everything within the atmosphere being ours

Yet together, we commence an astounding galaxy

Filled with bright, vivid stars

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I watched the bird slice through the windy air,

It seemed as it was without care,

Its wings were working so silently,

Like a tiger sneaking up on its prey,

If you look closely, you can see its eyes,

It stalks its prey, waiting to surprise,

It caws,

And caws,

A deathly caw,

For who know how long,

It could be for minutes,

Maybe even hours,

It has a fiery burn,

Like a tigers soul,

But the light in the fire is in sight,

You can see it is not in fiery,

But calm and accepting,

As though it had changed.

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The Dark Side

Flowers sprout with a brand new day

Pedals lay on the grass out in display

Kids run around with the butterflies

Until night falls in the town

The growing green grass makes the trees sing

Until a dove flies by…

Bombing…

Across the sky

Tracks of tanks kill the flowers

Gunpowder pollutes the air

Young men fight with despair

They just wanna go home so they send a prayer

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 Underwater by: Emma DaPonte/ This quiet place/Under the surface Almost like space/Floating smoothly/Wondering where the creatures would bring me/Traveling alone in My peaceful world/I dive down/Where the calm blue surrounds me/The silence starts to press me /Currents drive me to a new place/Bringing myself back up/No more silence in me/Back in reality 

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 Underwater by: Emma DaPonte/ This quiet place/Under the surface Almost like space/Floating smoothly/Wondering where the creatures would bring me/Traveling alone in My peaceful world/I dive down/Where the calm blue surrounds me/The silence starts to press me /Currents drive me to a new place/Bringing myself back up/No more silence in me/Back in reality 

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Hidden

By Alex Cobi

Fallen soldiers

Here

There

Most importantly in my heart

Those filthy swastikas classify hate towards people like us

The innocent people that have passed, that's on them

Beautiful buildings,

Destroyed

They treat us like a toy

Sadly they destroyed the passion in a person

That person is me

I used to go to a pond

A bright blue sky with dark water reflecting on me

Bright green grass with specs of dirt in them

the reflection of the water I see myself

A little peaceful swan

But now I have to hide

Because I am just an innocent little boy

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The night of calm                                                                                                                                                              By Aidyn Cuenca                                                                              

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The night of calm                                                                                                                                                              By Aidyn Cuenca                                                                              

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The night is dark                              The night is chilly                            You can walk around the park Seeing the stars and planets        The night is silent and quiet              I can look at the moon                    The bright big beautiful moon. Watch as the world holds its breath Waiting and watching for the people to wake                             When the world breaks                  For morning                                  Finally, at dawn                                The world is shattered by light   Too bright                                          The people fight at first light for what they think is right                Why can’t it be night?                    The night is dark                              The night is chilly                            You can walk around for hours Seeing the stars and planets.

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Dancing is something people underestimate

People don't know that dancing is a personality trait

The movement in your body

Goes though like wind blowing  flowers

Away from the wind

Away from your stressful life

Then you fall

Down to the floor

You feel the music in your body

You feel your heart pounding in your chest

Waiting to see what move will come next

The moves are imprinted in your memory

You can explain things without any lecture

Wait

People think you made mistakes

But dancing is something people underestimate

In the end dancing will always be a personality trait

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Thump

Thump

Thump,

Ginny's hooves slam against

the soft white sand freely

bright blonde mane whipps in the wind

I harness with my hand,

looking out to the bright blue waters

As we gallop along

The bright beaming blinding sun

Sparkles on the waves

Everything feels just right

On this bright summer day,

Clouds form overhead

Casting shadows over

Ginnys head

The rain starts to pour down

Onto my face

But she did not run

Ginny did not hide

She kept going

I let my hair down

Let it fly in the in the wind

We ride on and on

Into the night

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I don't compare myself to others,

I work while no one sees,

I don't bother looking at other/seeing others and what they have done,

If I compare myself with others,

I might get down on myself,

Just like others shouldn't get down on themself,

I focus on myself,

I see others so confident, acting so cool,

They might be better,

I just focus on working harder and being better at what I do,

I see people also get scared,

Afraid,

Frightened,

I just tell them,

Focus on what you do,

And what you want to achieve,

Be great at what you want to do.

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Both sides of victory by Brendan O'Connor

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Both sides of victory by Brendan O'Connor

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3…

2…

1…

The buzzer goes off  the new march madness champions

The streamers fall on the floor

Just as the tears drop

The winning team hears the cheers

On one side hope and glee

And on the other sadness and defeat

The work put in for one team succeeds

And the other is

not enough…

Sometimes you can't know victory without knowing defeat

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Soaring Eagle

A eagle soars over the diamond at night

The gigantic lights make the stadium bright

Its the bottom of the ninth and the score is tied

2 outs bases loaded.

The player steps up to the plate

The ball buzzs by the bats barrel

Strike One

2 wild pitches

A curveball, strike two

A high fastball

Its now a full count and the pitchers on the mound

Another curveball spinning like the earth

It begins to drop will it break into the dirt

The batter swings with all his might and

CRACK

the ball soars like the eagle

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BED TIME

By : Brian Mullis

After a cold winter’s day, my bed calls me.

It is warm, cozy.

It wants to comfort me after a day of school, social, and studies. But I cant

I just can't fall asleep

After my mind slowly stops turning I slowly start to fall asleep

Until my alarm clock beeps

“IT'S ALL READY MORNING”

It feels so early

And now somehow my bed is warm and cozy now

I look out the window

And see a plow

“SNOW DAY”
after you go back to bed you fall asleep for a little while
but its still nothing a little coffee cant fix

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Flight

The Final

The dove flew

It flew high

Higher than the sky

The dove soon

Dove

Down

As it glided it was shot down

Down

Down

Down

The dove was shot

And the dove died, buried in a child's leaf pile

Now when the child saw this

He had no smile

Because down a mile

The war was still there

El Fin

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By: Shea Hagwood

“13 US soldiers passed away in attack at Kabul airport”

We here this on the news

Don’t know what to do

I see the views

And i’m a bit confused

Who do I accuse?

BOOM!

I think of my time there, I remember being

Blinded by the sand and dust, ears ringing and head pounding

When I rub my eyes I see

outside a dove

But to me it doesn’t represent hope because

Hope doesn't exist in country’s like Afghanistan

For now..

We can define a country for what they are or for what they can become

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Spring Has Come!                            By: Aidan Wysocki 

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Spring Has Come!                            By: Aidan Wysocki 

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Spring Has Come!

Heavy snow melting,

Finally going away,

Until next year.

Cold air slowly turning to warm,

Dark, heavy snow turning to rain.

But then,

All of a sudden,

Flowers blooming,

Leaves growing!

Everything is lively and new.

Spring has sprung!

New life coming,

Into the world.

The first signs of spring,

The first signs of spring.

Will never know what the world will bring,

Into this lovely world.

What a wonderful world.

Spring has come!

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Friends

It is a never ending cycle…

A cycle of hurt,love,and compassion

You start with one then it grows

Bigger and bigger

Until it snaps

It is like a friendship bracelet

Filled with love, thought, and memories,

But all the beads start to fall off

Then you have to put it back together

Bead by bead

Memory by memory

Now you have created your final product

You think everything is perfect

You want them to stay

But they start to run away

You put your

Trust and faith in them

But they throw it away

You thought it was a garden of roses but the thorns stab you

Right where it hurts most

It felt good to have someone by your side

But soon it felt like a spiral staircase of thoughts

A world like no other

Like a highway

When will it end

When will you get back to who mattered most

When will you achieve the thought of happiness again?

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Outside I could smell the fresh air of the nice sunny day.

I looked in my sisters eyes,

She looked joyful and hesitant.

I felt my soft breath on my face.

Knowing I wasn't going back, for who knows how long.

I

Saw

No

One

For so L     O     N     G

I felt like an eagle trying to break free and leave home.

I felt trapped in a cell and all I could feel was the pulse of my heart. All I could hear was the quiet sound of my breath,

Hoping it would end.

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The night is cold

and the snow covers the green grass.

The tree´s dance in the cold wind

the clock is close the time has climbed

It is new year's day.

it’s about time

the world is bright

the ponds have froze

The cold air nips at your cold frozen toes.

Skate´s touch the water which is now ice,

when you go inside it is very nice,

you get hot chocolate marshmallows as well

When you drink the cup the heat so nice

winter is not so bad you say to yourself

you turn on the fire and enjoy yourself.

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Life’s like a clock,

Time is always

T

I

C

K

I

N

G,

always running out,

Sometimes you take a different route

Just do not doubt

Your self

Don’t regret

just move forward,

Even if you’re not winning,

Just keep swimming,

History is History,

Can’t rewrite the past

Life can move fast

Just don’t be last

In the race that is life.

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One day,

I rode away

in a new scooter, I say.

I have never ridden an electric scooter before this very day.

I practiced,practiced, practiced, and kept trying, and did not succeed,

Even when it was scary

I kept trying

Going by seeing the grand green grass.

Higher,higher to the top of the hill,

My scooter will soon travel, faster than will.

It was black, cool and maybe fast,

If I crashed

That will be what I needed last.

I was soaring,

like a bird in the sky.

Flying by thinking about,

I will ride the scooter again someday.

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The ball was hit,

Right after the pitch,

The ball soared high in the air,

Heading towards right field,

And just staying fair.

The ball bounced high after hitting the rough green grass,

Turning left and right,

Moving the last defender.

He scrambles back,

Racing for the ball,

Changing his path to find where the ball goes.

He finally grabs it,

But then it’s too late,

The runner is sprinting home,

To home plate, home to victory, home to celebrate.

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The Race
By: TJ Lowney

A blue-ribbon marks the end

A cold end

The people

Believing they need to run

Believing they need to run to be number one

Believing they need to run to finally be done

Believing they need to run to feel

They finally fixed their emptiness

One person

Falling behind

Knowing something the others don’t

Knowing that the end is not all people think

He keeps on walking

Not scared that he will be too late

Enjoying the things along the way

The others fall

Lost in their thought

While the one walking

Ends up the only one winning

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It all started in

space.

Dust

floating,

with no reason whatsoever to be gloating.

For it was nothing but dust.

This dust wanted to be promoting

a better life, for itself.

And perhaps,

one day this dust would collapse,

become a star.

And once it does perhaps collapse,

the fact is that the fog will settle and not

foresee a forming star.

This star doesn’t settle there.

It desires a lasting impact, everywhere,

even when long gone.

The star shines like never before,

casting brightness upon all.

But long later, it’s gone, but still,

admired,

beloved,

a beautiful wonder.

Blind, yet bright.

Gone, but still lasting.

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Are we real?
I live in the pages of books, fake people with fake lives and fake problem,
Only existing within the words of the pages.
I cry when they die. I thrive when watching the fictitious people on screen.
Why do we idolize the actors who play them? They are paid liars.
They seem happy on the show, but online you read about drugs and suicide attemps.
Think they are connected? We are all
Falling into the lies and the haze that surrounds me.
The sadness is crippling in reality so we Turn the pages for ages until the world fades and we are gone, and a smoky haze of fiction has penetrated us and we are dust
We forget to watch the doves fly by because instead we are reading about war
We all pretend we are living until we realize our souls are dead
So we live in the souls of the fake and fictitious people

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Ski Story

By : Colin Wilson

He started on a leash

Just like a dog

It was his favorite thing

He put on his goggles

to see through the fog

He started young.

Like winter they say

And will be doing this

until spring day

He is now old

And he realized why

Skiing is fun

For those who try

This is why he puts on

the cold cool cramped boots

And gets up before dawn

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From past to present my life

Has changed.

My old house it was in

An empty town like

The empty house was like a hollow bottle.

Life was quiet so quiet that

You hear nothing it was

Cold

bearing

only the young ones do not

have to bear it.

Lucky for me I got

To live a life in the house I live in now.

It was not the largest

Town but it was comfortable

It was brighter filled with

Joy even.

It is something

I hope I never forget.

I am not sure

what will happen next…

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Wonders of the Brain

Sometimes when I'm in my bed,

All I think about is

What's in my head.

Does my brain make up lies? Is my

Bed a human charger.

What does my brain do when

I'm sleeping in my bed?

Did I hit my head, or do I

Trip on a rock?

I remembered I had tripped on a rock

And hit my head. I woke up in a hospital

Bed, and since then I couldn't tell if my

Dreams were fantasy or not.

I really do wonder what my brain

Does when I'm sleeping in my bed.

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Fire is like a bird

Free and Wild.

Fire can rage and destroy

But it can also create beautiful gems.

It can be calm and peaceful like a dove

Or as violent as a crow seeking revenge

Fire can swallow anything or anyone in its path

like a hungry owl at night

Fire can be beautiful

when in the sky spreading its wings of all different colors

Sadly today is one of those days where fire is destructive. I should have blown out that candle.

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We drive up in the blue car,

Smelling all around,

S T R E T C H,

I yawn I got up a few hours ago,

And I have been waiting for this moment.

I walk up,

Step by Step,

footprint by footprint,

Ring the bell.

This moment,

Could change my life,

FOREVER it will be a day to remember.

I always wanted one,

To cuddle and snuggle with,

A playmate a companion,

Who shows love and compassion.

The face rounds the corner,

She  appears in the doorway

Cute as ever,

B i t e.

Drive away,

Crying,

Never seeing  that precious face again,

I  just wanted a dog.

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I am feared,

For my skin,

My race,

The shape of the nose

Home on my face.

Why fear me,

I have done no wrong.

Entranced by their lies,

Drawn to their birdsong,

Alarm call.

Say that you side with me,

But then

Lie to me.

They say I’m unnatural,

And you rush to agree.

Who’s really convinced when people claim that

This country is

Free?

Honestly,

You would believe

Anything.

If it isn’t me

Saying things.

If you think that natural

Means white washed wanderers,

And glittering dew,

Then must I paint my skin

To be natural to you?

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The Record Machine                       By: Annie Fratolillo

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The Record Machine                       By: Annie Fratolillo

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it was a box lined with dark green fabric,
It was old but sounded new.
It was loud but he turned it louder,
The machine was rickety but true.
The machine brought family together,
I danced with him hand in hand.
But the machine was put in the closet,
When togetherness was
Broken and banned.
I would listen over FaceTime
We would dance in separate lands.
Even when the virus got the best of his brother,
Which is not what he had planned.
I walked over to his backyard,
Turned on the record machine…
And we danced.