The inside smells like sweat and really salty popcorn.

Shouts echo around, bouncing off the walls.
Cold, Ice, Snow.
People on the ice look like odd specks of confetti on a blank piece of paper.
Players skate, the sharpened blades on their feet make ripping noises on the smooth ice.
They come to abrupt halts, creating snow flying up in the air, reflecting the lights like tiny diamonds.
Cold, Ice, Snow, Peace.

Soaring through the sky

I hit it with my chest

Then cut to pass them by

I make a pass

Then call for it back

I hit the ground running

With all that I have

I make it there

Just in time

To fake out the keeper

And claim a goal as mine

The coaches go wild

In celebratory dance

As if they’ve done something

Though it was I who made the chance

They think they control me

But I disagree

And they'll never see

That the game controls me

The game is my teacher

No coach could show me that

And when it comes between them

I wouldn’t choose a coach over a gnat.

The click of seat belts buckling.

Luggage being stored overhead and

Stewardess walking up and down the plane.

The Plane gently lifts off and feels of

pressure and gravity on the plane.

Smells of peanuts and snacks is all I smell.

Clouds come and go.

mighty roar of the engines spinning is all you hear.

Ups and downs of the plane.

Voice of the captain on the speaker “We’re about to land.”

We begin to land.

The screech of the wheels touching the long hard runway.

ERRTTTTTT full stop.

Ga 

The sound of the ball

THWACK thwack THWACK

Then sounds hops out 

As the ball goes flying

Then someone hops out 

As the game continues

SWAT swat SWAT

The wooden octagon

Journey to be embarked on

Fist to ball

Then hits the wall

The group withdrawals

Then we continue to brawl

It´s final time

The ball begins to climb

Like committing a crime

As this poem ends with a rhyme

The trees that stood tall like soldiers 

Now looked like they had lost a battle

The streets that had freshly paved concrete 

Were now deep swimming pools

The houses that lined the streets

Were now crumpled and torn apart like a old gingerbread house

The shiny cars that zoomed from street to street

Were now in a big pile all dusty and not neat

Patios that people shared laughter and memories on

Now littered the street reminding people of all those good times

The air was still 

All you could her was a little whistle from the wind

I wished I could have the Puerto Rico I knew back
-Lilly Wert

Litter the floor,

Making,

Carpet.

Bare feet,

Find pleasure,

As the floor, 

Folds,

And bends,

To accommodate. 

The wind, 

Whistles through mountains,

And brings,

A scent,

Of Pine.

Teammates calling for ball

But I’m in charge

I fake out the defender

SWOOP down the lane

For the JAM

Roaring sounds from the crowds

Chalk drifting in the air

Beads of sweat

D

  R

    I

      P

        P

          I

            N

              G     

Upside down

Jumping

Flipping

Swinging 

Strength like a ox

Courage like a lion

Grace like a dolphin

Who are we?
Gymnasts

My life

Where I live

My home

Where I was born

The place I love 

My happiness

   G

      O

         N

            E

In an instant

everything

Gone
How? Hurrican
When? 
as fast as lightning
Who?:

11 siblings

2 parents
HOMELESS.

Up

Up the mountain

He looks out the window

Marveling at the steep drop

Beneath them

Climb

Up 

They stop the car

Boots hit the mountain dirt

They walk

Peek over the edge

The mom pulls him away

Be careful

She says 

They walk

Up

We’re here

She says

Stand at the door

Maximus trots behind

Chasing lizards

Tan with stripes

Scamper away

The mom pulls out a key

It is about to unlock

Two things

The house

And their new lives

They step inside

She lays down a mat

Welcome it says

Welcome home the mom repeats

The boy replies

Welcome home

Maximus lays down

On the new rug

He falls asleep

They laugh

They are happy

The water is dark

So is the sky.

I still remember

When I said goodbye.

We sat on the edge

The whole world was ours.

A night so clear

We could see mars.

The stars flecked the sky

Silver like your fur.

There was no horizon,

Just a gray blur.

You rested your head

On your paws.

Our friendship had broken

Mother Nature’s laws.

A girl and a wolf

Just couldn’t be.

But I’ll remember you,

And you’ll remember me.

  
 

Dead pine needles nestled on the forest floor

The trickling of the bone chilling water from the stream nearby

 Freezing air brushes past like a ghost

 Occasional shuffling of a furry critter in the distance

The spine chilling sensation that a pair of eyes are watching you

Is middle school always the end of you

All the homework 

And the stress 

Whats with the tests 

But it's really not so bad 

The stress at first is like bricks 

Sitting on your back 

But after the first day 

The weight is like a feather 

Its lifted off your shoulders 

You won't want to go back to the places you know 

Just think 

All the places I'll go   

People have emotion, emotion happens in rooms, rooms are emotion

Yell, punch the walls

Cry, your face in the pillow

Laugh, happy feeling in your gut

No one knows you the way I do

I know you like to be alone

Just hanging out all by yourself

I am the room that you just chill in

I am messy and I am clean 

I will never talk to you, 

But we’ll know each other forever.

Boot’s collar rings.

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

Goes Boot’s tiny feet on the wood floor.

Boot’s got his name by his tiny white paws.

All of his boots on except his front right paw.

CHOMP. CHOMP. CHOMP.

Boot’s eats his breakfast.

WHINE. WHINE. WHINE.

Boot’s at the door ready to go out.

Boot’s is like a little baby, always needing attention and care.

Sadness hangs in the air.

I have emotion in this room.

Sad.

Happy.

Funny.

Grieve.

Anger.

Scream, punching walls, crying into fluffy pillows. 

I hate this room, but yet I will never forget it’s:

Messy, clothes strewn all over.

Neat, my drawer in a corner.

Cozy, snuggling in my tiny bed.

Happiness, drawing my emotions.

   Burgers, Shakes,

             And

            Fries.

Waiter, I’ll Take the

            Usual

    Ketchup on the 

             Side.

        One Dime.

        Two Dime.

   There’s your Tip.

 See you Next Time. 

       For Another

             Tip.

            Air

Crack! 

Snap!
Fire is going

Sit down

Warm

Toasty

Cozy

We roast marshmallows

While listening to the quiet 

Chirp

Crack

Patter

Squeak

Hoot

Of the animals moving 

In the night

It speaks without words,

Understands without sound,

C

   H 

      I

        R

            P

The birds chirp,

The forest is within me.

Gym-

Shorts on

Walk out

Ready to go

What is wrong with my shorts?

Crying

Bawling

Embarrassed

Kick me here cause I’m a loser

Written on my small butt

Why me

I hate my stupid brothers