I believe that you should be-

On account, I understand that you should be free

And my parents aren’t misunderstood

My parents discern how much I want to be understood

But I know that they care, 

My mom  knows that we solve our affairs

And I will try my best to not shed tears

Why can’t I be like everyone else?

We can’t be the same

I feel like I’m useless

But everything is complex

For the future which won’t be a perfect game

But I will keep moving forward even if I am ruthless

By:Cody Icard

Satan's pet trapped in a cuddly kitten.

He doesn't move an inch to catch a small bat,

I can't count the times I have been bitten.

His ridiculous addiction, catnip,

Hinders my deep sleep and stops my sweet dreams.

Scratching the door frame with his claws not clipped,

In his bright green eyes there is a new scheme.

Just ten years ago we randomly met,

A sweet little kitten meows alone.

I had no idea you'd be a threat,

Because now you sit highest on the throne.

The day you die will always make me dwell,

Love and hate,us forever, Mr.Bell.

By: Kara Metheny

For a glimpse of the first light: lunar, stars.

A way out, near the road, crickets and cars.

Eyes are to the sky, I will not be late.

Behind me groups of people formulate

Into their own camps, one with a guitar.

From the road a high voice floats from afar.

It's no use, the crowd starts to dissipate.

I stay still, I wouldn't miss this for the world.

For the quiet the sky gives a reply;

One lone star begins to replace the dark.

The silent magic of the night unfurls.

A sight of beauty one can not deny. 

A light that began with a single spark.

-Autumn Jondreau
 

His strong arms, embrace me tightly with love.  

His never ending love flows, my head spins. 

His great loyalty is like morning dove.

Goofy stuff you always do lasts lifetimes

Our Happy soul are like the warm sunshine.

He make me feel wanted in hazy times. 

He’s sassy and classy, but fine like wine.

Long sweet drives freeze time, in complete divine.

We watch millions of brightly twinkling stars,   

Five red roses I was his and he was mine. 

No love story is real or true as ours. 

His cute sly little smile and big bear hug, 

Makes me love you forever, my love bug. 

- Paige Millerman

I step out as the hot air surrounds me,

humidity creating beads of sweat.

The warmth on my shoulders fills me with glee,

cool lake water leaving all my hair wet.

I gradually stroll through sizzling sand,

droplets off my hair winding down my back.

The sweltering sun shrivels up the land,

I inhale the aroma of lilac.

Daylight is blazing, blinding to the eye.

UV rays leaving my skin gleaming tan.

Laughter circles me like a magnify,

a cold Coke slides down my throat from the can.

Midsummer is here and the end is near;

a few short weeks and school will soon appear.

-Amelia Stevenson 

 

Our ghetto hood is in the back six seats.

The boys always share their snacks which is a plus.

Branden is always dropping those sick beats.

Justine always keeps the peace between boys. 

Aiden always fights, but is sweet as pie. 

Brooklyn’s laughter, one of my many joys.

When Aaron gets pinned, I think he might die. 

The letter came that changed everything. 

We are happy, don’t want the day to come. 

When I’m with you I am always smiling. 

Dull moments on our bus, very seldom. 

Thanks a million guys for being my allies, 

But it’s time to say our goodbyes. 

By: Rachel Drost

This summer could not come any faster;

Perfect days are replaced by greater nights,

And days without sun are a disaster.

As the beating sun flickers its bright lights,

I wear flip-flops and hop in my small row boat.

The season brings me lots of romancing.

“Please never let this end,” is what I wrote.

The sun goes down and we find stars dancing.

I am confident in my summer self;

My sweet soul is simply content.

This season helps me figure out myself,

This summer will be nothing but well spent.

Sunshine is beating upon my bare skin,

I cannot wait for summer to begin.

-Peyton Wager

 

Adulthood is bound to happen sometime,

Some say it's sour, a rotten green lime.

Parents suggest we make our own money,

Teens may think that their parents are funny. 

We need to work a nine-to-five, in time,

But why worry now when i'm in my prime?

We are at a jejune state in our course,

We should enjoy school and work with no force.

During high school, we must begin to save, 

But, all my money seems to do is wave. 

Preventing my money from leaving me,

Working at marketplace, I am carefree.

Employment in high school is not awful,

Love your job; it will not be a struggle.

 -Lexi Hutton

With rush hour comes disorganization. 

The building is compelled of frustration. 

Shouted orders come from overwhelmed servers,

When  we are surrounded by mad observers. 

Tickets on the counter overflow. 

We rush  food out to long-awaited tables. 

Recording orders from our customers.  

The sound of banging plates and cups surround.

Working with many people is a plus. 

Recalling repeated requests is a must.

Laughing with customers creates memories.

Satisfactory service is searched for. 

Engaging with customers makes work fun. 

Friendly and relaxed and service is the goal. 

 -Anna Oleson

Thirteen and two, our winningest season,

since 2009. We were on a streak.

Picked as a “Team to Watch,” for good reason. 

The four starters and I were at our peaks. 

We got on the bus, ready for our game.

That night in Superior, we played strong

But Katelyn went down, and the AT came

everyone noticed that something was wrong.

We began losing more after that night

Our fifth player tearing her ACL.

My coaches said that we would be alright,

but our standings in the state quickly fell.

The regional final, we came up short,

I would play one more year on my home court.

-Calli McCullough

 

My brain begins to crave the pleasing taste,

I know this sandwich will not go to waste.

Rejoice: it’s Joyce. She will serve us the meat.

Waiting patiently in this great line 

The high anticipation is gaining. 

I scan the menu for what will be mine

And now my patience is quickly waning.

We try not to put Joyce into a rush

For our time here cannot be very long.

Joyce takes my order, kind words make me blush 

And these deals make me want to sing a song.

Leaving Arby’s, I can’t hide my sorrow

 I will not see Joyce until tomorrow.

Ben Resnick

Happy as clams, we left for Milwaukee.

Hamburgers at Merkts prepared me for state.

It was summer and the team was carefree.

Walking in we spotted our opponents.

Uihlein: the soccer field where dreams come true.

We were going to be the deponent.

Catholic Memorial wearing blue.

The Brewers win took my mind off the loss.

Our whole team appeared on the big screen.

And on my ice cream chocolate fudge sauce.

We were laughing so loud we caused a scene.

Thinking about it gives me energy.

Easily my favorite memory.

-Cailin Capra

I used to go with my dad once a week,

every summer, in a boat on Bear Lake.

We would fish past the island in the creek,

And early every morning we would wake.

I do miss this calming hobby of ours.

In the summer the water would shine bright.

Now together we work on the cars.

In our little boat we would sometimes fight.

Often times now he is away at work.

Once in a while he will give a call.

When he's home we go places in his turk.

He watches me play football in the fall.

Close to the age where I will soon be gone.

I will never forget sharing the dawn.
-Marquez Clerveaux

 

 White jems fall from the sky lighting the land.

 Blazing as bright as a thousand candles.

  A scene like no other it's truly grand.

 Icy wind has me bundled in flannels.

 It pushes me back further and further. 

 I fight with all my might to no avail.

 It had the strength of a club enforcer.

 Im safe, luckily I am not to frail.

 An old cottage buried deep in the woods.

 Thick smoke pours out of the feeble chimney.

Its shelves are lined with delectable goods

 It brings warmth to to land like Walt Disney.

Soon the snow will melt and the grass will rise.

soon the chimney smoke will no longer rise.

.Adam Einum. 

Laying on the the green grass, her mind is free.

she opens her bright blue eyes, colors race

Symphonic sounds, flies by a bumble bee.

Her thin blonde hair Blows in the calm cool breeze

Beautiful as far as the eye can see.  

She innocent like newborn babies 

Euphoria is not forever, it flees   

Black skies flooded back in, Barren wasteland.

She stands up, gravel and dead grass crunching

Beneath her feet, everywhere, a dry land.

Venturing back home, trees blur by, running.

Her Dream comes to an end, harsh and cunning.

A tiny seed, planted with hopes to grow. 

The young tree sprout breaking free from the shell.

The young sapling can only see low,

View skewed by full grown trees out by the well.

Looking over the well across the field,

Now only outsized by the other trees. 

Squeezing between trees, its branches must yield.

Now fully grown the tree feels a fresh breeze.

We all start small with dreams of what’s out there.

With patients and time, we fit in somewhere.

Reaching new heights, dreams come in much clearer.

Every single day those dreams come nearer.

Brandon Sutton 

He plants the seeds and sends prayers for rain.

All he wants is his crops to strive and thrive.

There's not a cloud in sight, drives him insane.

Wishing on the stars, for even a drop;

Germination is lost without the rain.

No crop, no money, now this drought must stop.

How will he feed his cattle without grain.

Suddenly the soft winds turn one-eighty.

Bang. Boom. Dark clouds rumble in on the fly,

From the dawn horizon, move aplenty,

Water now pours from the elegant sky.

Prayers granted as he watched with his boy,

Small green sprouts spring from the soft ground with joy.

-Carson Derousseau

       

I love the way he sleeps, runs, looks, always

Invading my space day and through the night,

Always looking outdoors in a light daze.

Let me compare him to a blithe balloon?

He is ever so cheerful, afraid, fair.

Strong sun heats the gracious peaches of June, 

And summertime has the steamy warm air. 

How do I love him? Let me count the ways.

I love your excellent smile, eyes, and hair.

Thinking of your sly movements fills long days.

My love for you given with lovely care.

Now I must away with a fearful heart, 

Remember my light words whilst we're apart.

       -Brittany Kutchera

Driving twenty behind old Joe’s tractor

Down to the football game on a Friday.

In this small town is what makes us matter,

Here in a good ol´ small town, USA.

A Sunday morning that's full of grace,

Heading off to the local county fair,

I am proud to say that I love this place. 

Summer night bonfire sparks in the air.

Everybody knows me, and I know of them.

Our town is full of each other's secrets. 

There are limited places to hang out.  

Long summer nights may hold little regret. 

The simple life and I will be okay.

I would not trade a day in this small town. 

                             -Kelly Basty

 With white fluffy cold snow falling so fast. 

 Walking down the trails trying not to fall

 Hoping that the snow will forever last.

 Playing in the white snow with my family

 Building huge snowman with carrot noses.

 We throw snowballs at each other happily

 The crisp winter air keeps away roses.

 The Winter snowfall causes many accidents

 Thrashing vehicles from side to side.

 Mountains of snow heavy and firm make dents.

 I sorrowed at the sight and cried.

 As the winter months end birds start to chirp
 And the flowers start to grow on the curb.

-Hailey Johns

It's the best feeling in the world. Waking

Up late, getting to bed later. My heart

Flutters at thoughts of memory making. 

The warm summer is one of the best sights.

I love the fun bonfires and the beach days,

Invading my mind all day and all night. 

My mind floats off in a summertime faze. 

Summer seems to fly by so fast between

All of the activities. Days are spent 

On the beach playing in sand like a queen. 

Rather not take advice from my parents.

As the summer comes to an end, we head

Back to school again. I will miss my bed.

Gina Fisher

Red bottomed white foam moseys down the streets.

Cloud colored elastic-like quarters dance

Thin layer of cloth distracts my feet from heat.

When shoes are on my feet I love to prance.

 What do you do when your feet start to hurt?

Put on some shoes so you can walk a lot 

Once your shoes are on you’re ready to skrt

Oh boy; do I love shoes, they are so nice

They make my feet feel so fresh and so clean

They look so darn good I made you look twice.

I look so clean not greasy, Jimmy Dean.

If your shoes always match your sweatshirt

Then I promise all the girls will want to flirt.

Carter Waite 

Its a busy job, just stop in and see. 

People think it’s easy; they have no clue. 

Open at six, five o’clock I arrive.

Fresh vegetables, I need to get them cut.

Ten hour shifts make free time hard to thrive.

Routine are the same; I’m caught in a rut. 

I have missed calls from friends, no time to spare.

The demands are high; I feel so bereft.

The day so long, my joy for work is rare.

Punching out at three, there's no day time left.

Paychecks disappear right before my eyes.

With this pay, I’m no King; it’s all lies

-Marian Marcoux

My mouth begins to salivate--home run.

Grease coats the surface, glistening brightly

Like a diamond in the radiant sun.

Cheese lays atop dough, pepperoni dots

The cheese, sweet barbecue sauce rests on top. 

Enticing me, the pizza calls the shots.

One slice, two slice, I may not even stop.

Is it worth it? To eat the pizza, to

Suffer the consequences? It may not

Be good for you; you may not feel anew.

I ruminate--never eat it--whatnot.

I will eat whatever I want to eat.

And you may even catch me overeat.

Ana Drost

The humid air hits my face as I run.

Sun shines, birds sing, flowers bloom, and skies clear.

Friends spend many lake days at their cabins,

Waiting to watch the sunset appear.

Days and nights become relaxing and long;

Tanning on the beach soaking up the sun.

Speakers playing all of the upbeat songs.

Every day is filled with laughter and fun.

School is around the corner; the smiles fade.

Soon these long, fun-filled days come to an end.

Summer is something we would never trade.

Many memories are spent with best friends.

Summertime is a time we all long for.

Summer, don't we all wish we could have more.

Calista Christofferson

Work must be done for my dreams to come true

Big rocks to conquer that look very tough

A cool fall ride through the windy skies blue.

Feeling of pride, joy, and self-ownership

My handy work results in stops and stares

Sun shining, the soft top down and unzipped 

Nothing like the aroma of fresh air.

                                      

Winter comes and time for my jeep to go 

Temptation deep for winter snow to melt

My Jeep waits for bright sunny days to grow

A long and cold winter I have been dealt.

When big tires on the sticky pavement hum

Jeepin’ on a sunny lake day will come.
-Austin Durand

Love hate, it’s what they say, it’s all about.

Get to school, nerves building, my mind twirling.

Mental prepared, winning, there is no doubt.

Weighed in, refueled, let’s prepare, go time. 

Lace the Nikes, drill, drill, drill, eat em up.

Adrenaline pumps, the higher I climb. 

One down, who’s next, I need that water cup. 

Day in, day out, all know that it’s a grind.

No food, no water, you get used to it. 

You think it’s not worth it, you are not blind.

Instead of drinking water, you just spit.

You don’t have to start out being the best,

But you will, no question, outwork the rest.

Callub Paulson

I quickly bolted up to the surface.

Salt in my eyes like I did it on purpose.

This was not a place I wanted to be.

Everyone wanted to be here but me.

I think it was because I was nervous. 

I thought that the water was hazardous. 

The worst thing about it was the algae.

I realized that the ocean did no harm.

Under me went a large wrasse colored green.

I swam for hours to see the deep blue. 

Although profound it was still very warm.

I wished not to go but away we flew. 

 

Brandon Hover

breaking the sky like glass with hues of grace 

and delicacy. The day, to begin,  

has to restart, ending the night’s embrace. 

At every night fall, the moon revives 

and shines bright through the total darkness. 

The twilight moon cuts through as if it’s knives,

giving itself away with it’s starkness.

Beginning the day, you will rise as well.

Continuing through life with confidence 

and prosperity, from hard times it tells.

A person’s past is hopeful and ominous.

Every time you wake up, you can restart, 

knowing that coming soon is the good part.

Lexi Kohlwey

Hiding like it is personal duty,

The enormous blue pool with just your blink

Unveils its own unique appeal beauty.

The vast ocean is wider than you know,

The briny deep is full of surprises,

Everything carries its proper slow flow,

Everything has different stange sizes.     

The vast ocean is scarier than you frame,

Its intimidating darkness scares me

Its waves are as strong as a simple flame.

The ocean’s darker than reality.

The vast ocean’s full of fascination,

The vast oceans holds a mass of action.

Beatriz Gueifao

Once a stray but now with my family.

Black and white spots, she’s fifteen pounds plus more.

All her actions are done oh so calmly.

Pretty, smart, and nice I love her galore.

Never in trouble, never ever brambly. 

Alice really is not much of a chore.

But sometimes she can be a bit madly.

For when I arrive home we will be at war.

Hissing, clawing, and pouncing she’s naughty.

Big nail holes in the couch and clawed up chairs.

Alice is devilish tho she’s squatty.  

She's a snooty cat that sits on the stairs.

Her eyes remind me of someone who cares. 

-Riley Glaze

to the beautifly, well-crafted cloth seats

my trusty five-point-three engine roars true. 

One exhaust pipe, giving the right side heat.

On a warm summer day, you can find me

driving down a dirt road, kicking up dust

with a smile on my face for all to see, 

enjoying the little things is a must.

But owning a truck is not always great,

she guzzles gas like a fish does water.

Even though the dormant windows I hate,

the worst is the fender’s rusty blotter. 

Even though my truck has some bad traits, I still

love it more than a car and always will. 

Matt Feldt

My warm hearted best friend, you inspire me to be someone great.

How I love the way you endlessly sleep and eat 

I love when we go out and skate,

Thinking about you makes my heart skip a beat.

Let me describe you in a inspiring way,

You are special and clever.

You will be off to college in May,

And hope we are friends forever.

Oh how I love your ways.

I love your smile and personality.

Thinking about you fills my days.

My love for you is extraterritoriality.

Now that I spilled my heart,

Remember my words when we are apart.

       by Jackie Llamas