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The feeling of deficiency isn’t just a joke,
It’s the pain of losing more than all hope.
Like a dead, bleak version of gray
Where you and your story are small and fray.
The flavor of everything at once,
A toxin, poured down your throat.

Then there are the moments you feel most notable,
Proud, strong, and quotable.
The overwhelming feeling of delight takes your mind,
And then even more you’ll find,
That this feeling tastes different, sweet and delicious,
It is a potion of joy drank willingly.

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When I kayak,

It’s like I’m taking off

and gliding to peace and silence.

It makes the world around me disappear

It is knowing what to do without a right answer

My fingers buckle the blue life jacket with a “click”.

My arms push the kayak

into the cool, quiet water.

As a warm breeze

gently ripples the lake,

my legs sit down in the black foam seat,

while my palms grip the green-tipped paddle.

And all I can make out

is the faint “sploosh”

Of water slipping off of

the two-sided spoon that’s my paddle.

While I glide, the stress dies away,

diffused by the silence around me.

After the time flies,

I go back to my life

Away from the feeling

that I cannot compare to anything.

Anything that I’ve ever felt before.

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Drawing is like being a god Creating a small world that’s in your mind Watch as the people comes to life Getting a personality      Getting a style            Getting a backstoryWatching as story becomes to formThe story’s unfolds the world gains New ideas      New characters             New places	          New story’s to tellThe world in your hands A mom puppet showWith you as the storytellerPulling the strings   

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Drawing is like being a god Creating a small world that’s in your mind Watch as the people comes to life Getting a personality      Getting a style            Getting a backstoryWatching as story becomes to formThe story’s unfolds the world gains New ideas      New characters             New places	          New story’s to tellThe world in your hands A mom puppet showWith you as the storytellerPulling the strings   

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Just like when I was overwhelmed by your sorrowful gaze, when I raise my grades. Just like the morning haze still I’ll rise

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Part of me is gray
tired and slow like a sloth in a tree
to tired to move or think
just wanting to go back to sleep
like numbness pushing me back to sleep.

Other days I’m green
Motivated and full of energy
Ready to start the day
Wanting to go outside
Wanting to run and spread joy
Wanting to be free

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Dance is like talking without speaking.
It’s like telling a story that you write.
Everything stops when you dance.

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Cleaning is like dancing but with chemicals and organizing

It’s like finding treasure because you find things you’re looking for.

I pick a song and gather cleaning supplies

My hands move around as

I quickly organize things and arrange things

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You may Hold me down like an anchor with your cold chains that’s no surprise you may leave me behind in the dust but still like water I’ll rise

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Dirt bikes are my way out of reality

My hand twisting the throttle

My left foot shifting

My right ready to break for what’s coming next

My other hand let’s the clutch in and out so I don’t stall

When I’m racing I feel happy but nervous at the same time

I always know anything can happen

This could be my last race or finish and move onto the next one

I come into the check-in seeing the checkered flag

I know the race has ended

I ride over to our camp spot

I get all my stuff off

We wait for the sheets to be put up

Then we pack up and leave

And now I wait and train for the next race

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Running a race is like a horror movie.
It has its ups and downs.
It is a continuous test,
You might pass it one day, but fail the next.
Running a race is like a current going through your body,
Powering you one step at a time.
The race is about to begin.
I jump up and down preparing myself for the coming task.
I hear the starter announce,
“TAKE YOUR MARK!”
My feet scurry up to the line.
“SET!”
I take a deep breath,
Leaning towards the line ready to give my all.
“BOOM!”
I push off the ground without even thinking about it.
I glide through the air like an eagle,
Ready to dive at the right moment.
I think about how fast I’m going and if I can go faster.
I listen to my opponents clomping feet,
Pinpointing our distance.
I love running a race because their are no other distractions.
Only me, my thoughts, and the track.
I turn the final corner letting in the voices cheering my name.
I cross the finish line,
I’m able to feel the adrenaline racing though my body.
I focus once again on my breath,
Thinking of my improvement,
Proud of my accomplishment,
Ready for my next challenge.

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I felt the ball touch my cleat, stopping the pass
I started dribbling the ball down the field
A defender starts running at me ready to take the ball
I used the outside of my foot to turn the ball towards the outside of the field
Moving past the defender with the ball moving between my feet
I’m sprinting down the field feeling the win blow in my hair
Gaining speed like a lion trying to catch its prey
I took a couple more dribbles as I’m approaching the 18
Preparing to shoot, making sure I’m at just the right angle
I lift my right left back forcing a kick towards the ball
My left leg planted next to the ball keeping me steady
My foot struck the ball, the laces of my cleats hitting first the rest following through
The ball lifted into the air slipping past the goalie hitting the back of the net
Running back up the field getting high fives from my teammates
Meeting the half field line I watch the ref, ready to start again
As he whistle blows and the other team kicks off

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Racing

Racing is like goibeinto a whole new world.

I put my hands on the steering wheel

Put my foot and the gas and go

My head slows down I start to breath slower

I see the green flag and I go

I see the track to what I need to do

Do I need to go higher or lower

I think about going into the corner

I go low because the track is wet

Then out of the corner I see the white flag

One more lap to go

I think about every going in the corner

Them I see the checkered flag

And it’s over

I get out of the car

And wait till next weekend

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A part of me is a bright yellow
Lively and happy
Dancing and laughing
A bright ball of sunshine
Lighting up everyone’s day
A felling everyone needs in their life

Other days I’m grey
Unsatisfied and distraught
Slumped down on the couch never wanting to move
Waiting until I’m a ball of sunshine again
Oh how feeling grey ruins my day

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My One True Love

swimming is like cleansing the mind,

the smooth blue water,

your teammates laughing all around you,

your swift push off the wall,

the feel of your cap pulling at the ends of your hair,

the raw fresh goggle marks,

my one true love

putting my cap on,

strap tightening up my goggles,

the material of my suit suffocating my body,

getting on the blocks,

diving in,

the feeling of the chilling water engulf my body,

my one true love

it’s like an addiction,

addition being the physical challenge of the water,

the control the water has over your body,

getting out of the water,

pushing out of that comfort zone,

not accepting failure yet learning how to deal with the feat that is failure,

the feeling that is raw pure success,

my one true love

mentality,

the failure that comes with success,

mental blocks holding back all the built up greatness,

the desire to win,

every single thing on your mind,

just win,

my one true love

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The game of basketball is like entering a whole new world of competitiveness

My wrist flicking,

while I shoot jumpers

My lungs on fire,

during the fourth quarter

My feet shuffling,

to keep up on defense

I love the sound of a perfect swish

I think about what I will do with the ball

I feel locked and focused in to the game

The game ends when the buzzer goes off

With either a win or a loss

I walk off the court into the locker room

Full of happiness and joy

Then I unlace my shoes and get back into normal clothes.

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Art is like a whole new world

Art is like drinking a nice glass of water on a hot day, it relieves stress

My grip on the pencil, scratching against the paper.

My mind once wandering but now at peace.

All the pent up emotions overflowing occasional tears falling down my cheeks.

Finding it easier to breathe as time passes.

Understanding my emotions a little bit better, never completely though.

A small smile will grow as I finally feel relaxed.

Drawing after drawing, tear after tear I begin to feel sane again.

I begin to realize I am not crazy, I'm just a little girl with big emotions.

But soon after, I feel the need to go back to drawing since my chest feels tight and breathing is once again a struggle.

So I pick up my pencil, and repeat the same steps.

Comfort overflowing me, like a mother’s hug.

It makes me happier than ever.

And that’s why I love art.

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Stanza 1
Part of me is hot pink,
Vibrant and loud,
Everyone knows her,
The other part of me is a
deep dark Red,
Quiet and mysterious,
No one knows her.

Stanza 2
Ocean blue is part of me,
Calm and relaxing,
Stunning to the eye,
The other is royal purple,
Brave and strong,
Ready to take action.

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Rummy is like water it’s good.
It’s not bad or great
it’s right in the middle
that’s why I really like playing rummy.
My family starts by walking and sitting down on the table,
getting the cards ready and dealing them each person gets 7 cards.

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Some days I am Honey Rose

Joyful and carefree

Vibrant and alive

Inspired and hopeful

Overjoyed to be around people and share memories

Ready to start the day with any adventure

Other days I feel light gray

Lost and drained

Confused and hopeless

Distant and lonely

Too afraid to touch the surface

Way to paranoid of what others think

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Most of the time I can be a calm blue

Quiet and content

Gentle and proud

Free of anxiety and having fun

Grateful for my life and stress free

But the other times I’m not this way I can be a different way.

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Some days I am Honey Rose

Joyful and carefree

Vibrant and alive

Inspired and hopeful

Overjoyed to be around people and share memories

Ready to start the day with any adventure

Other days I feel light gray

Lost and drained

Confused and hopeless

Distant and lonely

Too afraid to touch the surface

Way to paranoid of what others think

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Part of me is vibrant and blue—

Feeling perfect and brand new

Laughing and no worries but a few

A happy kid—

Talking with everyone you knew

Like the sunshine in everyone’s life

Grateful to be on this earth

Other days I’m a deep dark gray

Nothing can just make me say yay

You are to empty to even get out of bed

To drained to have thoughts

To exhausted to speak

You can see the gray all over your face

You just feel out of place

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     Playing basketball  is like going on a     rollercoaster of emotions.   My Brain getting prepared for the shot       My hands grasping the ball   My ears hearing the clank of the rim  I think about that shot from dusk till dawn   I remember this only because it makes me better as a player And a human When it’s halftime I reflect on myself and Tell my self to keep going improve From this point onAnd when the games doneI remind myself I played my heart outAnd I’m relieved to go home After a long game

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     Playing basketball  is like going on a     rollercoaster of emotions.   My Brain getting prepared for the shot       My hands grasping the ball   My ears hearing the clank of the rim  I think about that shot from dusk till dawn   I remember this only because it makes me better as a player And a human When it’s halftime I reflect on myself and Tell my self to keep going improve From this point onAnd when the games doneI remind myself I played my heart outAnd I’m relieved to go home After a long game

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part of me is a deep blood crimson

angry of waiting

tired of being what everyone thinks of me

waiting for the right moment

to break away from the crowd

but alas, will that day ever come?

another part of me is a burnt orange

like the fallen leaves of fall

calm and composed

this is what everyone sees

what everyone expects

but isn’t fall just a season of change?

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Flying is like is like water slide
Or swimming in the air
I go out to the airplane open the door hop in and lock it.
Start the engine up and taxi out to the runway
Get out to the runway and put the throttle on and lift of
The feeling of weightlessness takes over the roar of the engine
We fly around for a while feeling my body shift as we turn but sadly we have to go back
The sound of the pilot and the tower talking is like someone talking on speaker
We land with a jolt
I feel the plane slow down and we stop and get and say thanks to the pilot
I think of the fact that I’m just in a small metal box
With just the wings keeping us up
But still I feel a feeling of joy/awe when I’m in the air
I feel like I’m a fish swimming through the air
When we land I feel my weight on my own two feet again
I take the headset of open the door and step out
Onto the ground and I think that was fun
When I finish I usually go and thank the pilot then go out to the car and go home

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My Florida trips were like a welcoming warming blanket with new

adventures awaiting inside.The welcome of Walt Disney was like music to my ears and Florida was just like a new friend to me to

adventure with.

The intense pressure of scorching hot air as the wind breezes past

my face thrills me with joy.

My mind is going through a rollercoaster of fun!!!

I feel the urge to meet new friends to be more involved in

Florida.

They make the time fly by and It is awesome to have summer almost all year with friends and food like hotdogs and ice cream.

We always would end trips with a big pizza night. Then I reflected on how grateful of an opportunity for a few years to visit Florida on an adventure that started my childhood and also

impacted my culture of foods and sports.

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Most days I am a vibrant, buzzing yellow-

Carefree, inspired, and elated.

Living and breathing,

Like the flowers beneath me.

Free from burdens, and guilt,

I am truly me when I am yellow.

Other days I am deep, dark purple-

Hiding in my own mind,

Retreating back to the corners of my brain when disaster strikes,

I am distant and lost, watching myself from the outside.

Filled with blazing hot jealousy and frustration,

Guilt is all I feel, when I am lonesome purple.

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Summer feels like the sun beaming down on us on a warm day.Summer is like the color yellow.Summer reminds me of flowers and blue sky’s.The sun reflecting off the sparkling water.The red jet ski blinded my eyes.I’m eager to get on and rip through the waters.The rush of adrenaline that fills me when I push the jetski out and hop on.Laying on the throttle.Riding across the lake.Sharp turns thrusting me off the jetski.Jumping across the wake.Feeling the jetski jump up and down.Legs sore and tired.Hands hurt from holding on so tight.Face sore laughing smiling.Coming back in slowly.Turning off the jetski.One last sigh of relaxation.Jumping off the jet ski after another joyfilled ride.

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Summer feels like the sun beaming down on us on a warm day.Summer is like the color yellow.Summer reminds me of flowers and blue sky’s.The sun reflecting off the sparkling water.The red jet ski blinded my eyes.I’m eager to get on and rip through the waters.The rush of adrenaline that fills me when I push the jetski out and hop on.Laying on the throttle.Riding across the lake.Sharp turns thrusting me off the jetski.Jumping across the wake.Feeling the jetski jump up and down.Legs sore and tired.Hands hurt from holding on so tight.Face sore laughing smiling.Coming back in slowly.Turning off the jetski.One last sigh of relaxation.Jumping off the jet ski after another joyfilled ride.

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This is the first stanza of my activity poem, it sets the mood for the rest of the poem, and I like the writing.

Discovering a cave,

Is like walking through a hallway with ever changing pictures,

Like seeing the world in a mirror,

Like finding a diamond in the rough.

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Waiting in a line.

Just to purchase one thing you wait forever but it gets slower and slower. Like a grandma driving on a highway.

My feet are crying, wanting to rest.

My head is yelling and telling me to leave.

My ears hearing people complain.

My face is dying from boredom.

My eyes sagging like wet paper bags.

I feel my feet hurting from standing all day long.

I feel my neck cramping.

I feel the hands hurting.

I think about how long it’s going to take.

I think about why I’m here.

I think and wonder if I should go or if I should stay.

We stand here and watch, and wonder why we are here. We ask ourselves if this is really worth it.

As I move closer I can see the cash register and hear the cashier ask, how are you today? I complained and said good, just had to wait in a humongous line. Then I walk and cry.

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Skiing is like an alternate universe

breaking the law of physics,

defying gravity.

Skiing is like the color white

crystal clear snowflakes dropping from the sky.

Skiing reminds me of lying down on the sofa

drinking water on a warm day.

My feet cramping into my boots

walking into a winter wonderland

sore, but happy

feeling of the soft sand hitting your face

melting and leaving a wet mark representing happiness.

The feeling of warmth of the heater inside the hut eating warm food

as your breath leaves a mark on the air slowly dissipates.

When I leave

it feels like entering reality

I give my one last goodbye,

knowing that it will be there next time.

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I open the fridge my eye open wide.I see the bag of those yummy Totinos pizza rolls.I grab the heavenly treats. I get a plate and open the bag.I read the instructions on the side of the Totinos pizza rolls bag. Open the microwave and put the food inside.Shut the door to the microwave and cook it for two minutes.When I hear it beep the food is done.I hurry and grab the plate out the microwave hot to the touch.I grab a napkin and go to the couch.I grab the remote and put on a show.As I watch a show the pizza rolls are still hot. I wait for a while and go take a bite.They are warm ready to eat.I take a bite.The flavor is so intense yet good.I take another.Just as good as the last.I go to the fridge plate still in hand.Grab the orange juice.Pour myself a glass.Walk back to the couch and lay back down.Grab a blanket and keep watching my show. Only then to realize the my plate is empty.And now I get more pizza roll to enjoy.I go back to the fridge.Grab the bag.Pour more than the last so I don’t run out so fast.Put it in the microwave and and cook it for two minutes again.I grab my glass of orange juice.Refill the glass filled almost to the top.I wait for my pizza rolls to be done.It feels like watching paint dry.Yet I still couldn’t wait for the yummy in my tummy pizza rolls to be done.Finally after bout’ three years later they’re done cooking.Grabbed then still hot and steaming like a summer day.At this time it’s a little after lunch.I decided that I would only have one last plate.But they just smell so good.They taste so wonderful.They are a gift from the angels.A heavenly treat for only the worthy.In a flash they were gone. They dissolved.They were gone.The scrumptious food of Totinos.Gone, gone.It was hard to say goodbye.It was over.I’m over it now but it was hard.

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.O-Funk

Pre show stress
Finding music
Printing and copying
In the car
Walking in the door to the band room
Trombone case in hand
Noisy crowd
Scattered notes
Walk to my section
Play
Play
Play
Time to go
Walk up the stairs
Overlooking the game
Like a thundering cloud
Play
Play
Play
Pizza with my friends
Play
Play
Play
Done
Outside
in the cold
Waiting
I’m proud

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It feels like I’m sliding into a different universe Going down the hill feeling the soft sand is like being on a sofa Skiing is like going down a sofa My legs walk into the resort I look at the hills I’m like I’m in a snowy paradise when I go in the air it feels like I’m going out of universe I love to ski because it gets all of my stress away When I have to leave I have to slide back down to earth My hands hurt from holding on to the polls what I do when I’m back down to earth i eat food and then I drive home then go back to the other universe in my dreams I still feel like I’m going into space on the chair lift but everything has to end sometime bu after why would I be sad the hills would just be waiting for me when I get back  

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It feels like I’m sliding into a different universe Going down the hill feeling the soft sand is like being on a sofa Skiing is like going down a sofa My legs walk into the resort I look at the hills I’m like I’m in a snowy paradise when I go in the air it feels like I’m going out of universe I love to ski because it gets all of my stress away When I have to leave I have to slide back down to earth My hands hurt from holding on to the polls what I do when I’m back down to earth i eat food and then I drive home then go back to the other universe in my dreams I still feel like I’m going into space on the chair lift but everything has to end sometime bu after why would I be sad the hills would just be waiting for me when I get back  

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Going to Florida is like being in paradise.

Bright and cheerful

My hair is sweating under my cap while my tongue enjoys chocolate ice cream.

My arms feel enlightened by the cool breeze.

I think about enjoying the pool when we are done at the welcome center.

I also admire the palm trees, new and beautiful

Their green leaves dancing in the breeze

I am amazed by the beauty of this abnormal state

When it is time to leave, we pack our stuff the day before

Not wanting to go back to the snowy state of Michigan

We all load into the car

More tan than we came

Blankets and pillows in hand

Ready for the long drive

Back home.

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Night swimming at the beach is like laying on a cloud.

Only, there’s an addition of a million floating lanterns around you.

It makes you feel like you’re laying on the softest, safest bed you’ve ever been in.

My mind strays from all the bothersome thoughts of the world.

And my hands glide gently through the soft, cold water.

I feel like I’m floating straight through a cold breeze.

My mom and my brother are making sandcastles on the shore.

My sister is warming up in her already-damp towel, from a full day at the beach.

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Reading

Reading is like space endless and beautiful

I pick up a book

Running my hands over the book cover

My hands grip the pages

my eyes dart around soaking in the words

Desperately wanting to know what’s next

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Inhale Words                                                       Reading is like breathing, but better.                                                It is like finding treasure.                                               I pick up my book                                                       and lean back into pillows.                                        My fingers turn the pages                                          as I scan for the place I left off.                              My breathing slows,                                                    My cares fade.                                                               As my eyes travel over the words,                             A new world emerges in vivid detail.                                            The characters are my friends and my foes.                                     I am spellbound.                                                     Living the book.                                                       Eager for the next line,                                               The next page,                                                            The next chapter.                                     Disappointed when the book ends              Because I wasn’t ready to leave that world yet.               Reluctantly, I go to my bookshelf                            To find the next book,                                                The next adventure,                                                  The next treasure.                                                       

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Inhale Words                                                       Reading is like breathing, but better.                                                It is like finding treasure.                                               I pick up my book                                                       and lean back into pillows.                                        My fingers turn the pages                                          as I scan for the place I left off.                              My breathing slows,                                                    My cares fade.                                                               As my eyes travel over the words,                             A new world emerges in vivid detail.                                            The characters are my friends and my foes.                                     I am spellbound.                                                     Living the book.                                                       Eager for the next line,                                               The next page,                                                            The next chapter.                                     Disappointed when the book ends              Because I wasn’t ready to leave that world yet.               Reluctantly, I go to my bookshelf                            To find the next book,                                                The next adventure,                                                  The next treasure.                                                       