The great rewards are lasting, deep, and strong

Amazing sport with records to destroy

To double strides and hustle short or long.

The goal is running solid, hard and fast

With facing each and every single mile

To make the feeling of achievement last

As I approach the finish line I smile.

If it’s long running on cross country track

One foot in front, and always go ahead

And running faster to stay with the pack

Eyes looking forward, legs that feel like lead.

While finishing the practice or the meet

I’m trying hardest so I can’t be beat.

is set to start when steel collides with flesh.

A slicing sound is spread throughout the hall

and scarlet blood pours forth; the wound is fresh.

Like wet cascades upon the stillest pond

like foreign rivers to the distance fade

the flow of blood continues far beyond

the moment life was taken by the blade.

You stare in silence at the wounded form

before you, frozen in the battle's heat

a momentary calm before the storm

when hearts are crushed, for all ends with defeat.

What agony, what endless suffering

to witness here the downfall of a king.

O laughing, crying, we got through it all

You made me laugh with every word you’d say

But little did I know it all would fall

How separated by the miles between

Our lives no longer unified as one

O now we lack a closeness at fifteen

If we had simply spoken on the phone

But now I have my good friend Abigail

Who always cheers me up when I am down

You keep me smiling and you never fail

You are so humorous just like a clown

O you are perfect to me Abigail

You stole my heart you should belong in jail

He takes a deep breath of the mountain air 

He can feel the warm sunshine on his face 

The trees, the leaves, the little birdie there 

Wind whispers many secrets to the boys

The shadows of light pattern the nice view 

Heaps of small creatures sound soft joyful noise 

The traces of man’s contact are so few 

They make their way between the lovely trees 

The chilly fall breeze flows through their long sleeves 

They think they see two magical fairies 

They walk past them while crunching on the leaves 

Soon nearing the end of their charming quest 

They sit and settle for some tranquil rest.

Will you just hold me tightly when I’m down

Love but with all my heart, is such a crime?

Put a smile on my face to mask my frown

As if thy eternal love healed thy heart 

My trembling heart was torn apart in half

And I pray, each day, that we never part

Love is strong and so deep, even thy laugh

My endless tears turned into a great joy

For you’re the only love that’s on my mind

Why I have dreamed of meeting the right boy

Without a soul mate like you, I’d be blind

Upon all of my sorrows, I am strong

A rare love so deep, I know I belong

Who threw a star, and stunned a whole world’s eye

Created skies of light, which were too bright

A ball of flame, too much to see or spy

Much knowledge which we always try to fight

Facts about space are small as thinning lace

And although the quests may be full of pain

The knowledge will lead to some blissful grace

Where our strengths number lots and do not wane 

We fight with reason, using hate and love 

But do we realize all the many shifts 

The many ones which come from great above

The ones which come from the great clear drifts 

Up above, pictures wait to be seen far

While human eyes cloud the all blazing star

 

Dark blue waves surge and eat up pebbled sand,

The bubbles of his breath race to the top.

Refuses he to grasp hold of my hand,

Gasps leaving empty his chest beg them stop.

Constricting lungs close pressure on a throat;

Words clog his windpipe, sticky syrup snag,

Coughs choking him, a sinister sharp gloat;

His body space shrinks, slowly does he sag.

My eyes flick side from side throwing bright glares,

A stagnant movement, the expression gone;

Wide-open mouth and a blank shuttered stare,

Lips split straight down the middle, tightly drawn.

My pupils dilate beyond the pale sky,

My honest thought of never did he try

Ms. Hubbard

English II Honors, B Block

Friday, October 6th, 2017

The Mean Green Machine

O’ Morgan you are really great at life

Some day your dogs might actually like you

Some day You will be come an awesome wife 

You could be the queen of the world it’s true

We played softball together long ago

Who could know that we would become friends now

We know you are as pretty as a doe

O’ You get such good grades I just think wow

You always make me laugh but never cry

I can’t believe you really love my lunch

I really hope you’ll never leave or die

Our friends are great we are a little bunch

We are so good at making lemon bars

Some day you and I will meet all the stars