Sometimes we try to connect all the pieces we publish . . . and sometimes we just can't!
Enjoy a wild amalgam of writing and art this month. We think you will find lots to admire.
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| Artwork by Richard W., Grade 7 |
The Someone
I
never liked someone.
Not
before, not now.
No
strong feelings,
No
burning sensation.
No
anything.
I
never wanted to feel love,
Or
longing.
I
was fine with what I had.
I
haven’t liked someone.
Not
now, not ever.
I'm
too young,
I'm
not comfortable,
This
topic is getting out of hand.
I
don't like someone…
Not
ever, not…
Can
we leave it alone?
I
don’t want to talk about this.
This
isn't right.
But
really, deep inside, I know like someone.
Before,
for now, and forever.
The
way that they smile,
The
way that they laugh,
The
way they make my spirits soar.
But
it's not possible.
It
shouldn't be possible.
I
never liked anyone.
Not
this way, before.
I
don't know how to respond.
They
don't even know me.
I
don't even know them.
Why
do I feel like this?
For
someone I don't know.
For
someone I haven't known
For
someone that I won't know.
And
for that someone, I feel like this.
Maybe
that's bad,
At
least for some people.
But
to me?
It's
the best thing that ever happened to me.
So
I'll smile, and introduce myself.
To
someone that I will know.
To
someone that I know.
To
someone that I have known.
To
someone,
Who
likes me.
And
that I,
Like
right back.
Maybe
for Valentine's Day?
Cheerio!
by Richard W., Grade 7
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| Artwork by Mackenzie J., Grade 7 |
Storybook Ghosts
There are ghosts in my head
I don’t understand them
But I am not afraid
Because I do know them
One quiet and gentle
A silent listener
When the days feel wrong
And I wish I wasn’t here to see it
One loud and alive
A cheering voice
When excitement awakes
And the music swells
One stiff and reassuring
A constant presence
When the world feels crushing
And I swear to god that I’m alone
One wise and caring
A feathered umbrella over my head
When the rain drips down
And I walk home slowly
One cheerful and innocent
A laughing companion
When I’m second guessing
And nothing I do feels right
One smart and eccentric
A comical tablemate
When I sit bored in the back
And do my work between drawings
One empathetic and
loyal
A careful advisor
When I have questions I can’t ask
And scars I’d rather not share
Yes, there are ghosts in my head
I’m starting to understand them
But I'll never be afraid of them
Because I know what I wrote
by Mackenzie J., Grade 7
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| Artwork by Will S., Grade 9 |
They & Them
The left and the
right side.
She and he.
She was the lightness in the early morning dew.
A treat to be bestowed upon a king adorned with a crown of shimmer.
However, lightness is
oh so heavy a burden to carry.
So with a smile she
turns to dawn and begs to god she shall not falter.
Never in front of the
eyes of others.
For they could never
know, there was never lightness, and never dew.
Now glorious dawn is
long, long gone.
Dusk shall stay in
place.
He was the bite to a
glass of ginger ale.
Heavy down the throat
and a pit in the stomach.
But he was fresh on
the lips and an invigorating surge to the soul.
So ginger ale he was,
and ginger ale he’ll be.
A hidden captain to
the start of a new adventure.
Too much a shame it’s
to say, the journey would never begin.
To say they hated
themselves would be a lie, but to say they loved the isolation is the truth
indeed.
For she was he, and
he was she.
Perhaps that made
them the biggest hypocrite of all.
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