Well, the year is not quite over yet. Look out, world: two posts are coming your way from Sevenatenine in rapid succession. Here is the first, and our second-to-last (or penultimate) of the year. We hope you find it wonderful.
Vertigo
I
retrace my steps, I try to explain
why
the ground feels so hollow, why my head drips with pain
hope
in my eyes, I stare to the sun
drifting
away, in delirium
vertigo,
oblivion
I'm
spinning away
rows
of houses, endless people;
they
rob me of meaning
i
can feel their hands
suffocating
me
such
a random, useless destiny
I'm
trying to learn to let go
but
your words burn like scars
your
sympathy lost in undertow
I
swallow my heart
the
world is still on the outside
your
words are soft
the
wind is soothing
but
my mind is screaming
and
while the surface shines, the inside rots
stuck
somewhere between hope and apathy
stuck
somewhere between my mind and reality
vertigo,
oblivion
I'm
drifting away
chaos
surrounds me, whirling
next
time, I won't throw it all away
by Liam R., Grade 9
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| Artwork by Mackenzie J., Grade 7 |
My Best Friend
The
poison in my veins
The
sunshine in my day
The right
amount of fun
To melt
the cold away
The one
that somehow plagues me
But heals
my wounded soul
My
bestest friend ever
That
opens my heart of coal
by Ava C., Grade 7
 |
| Artwork by Mackenzie J., Grade 7 |
Six Cents
The troubadour
watches from afar
Define my abyss:
A walking duplex
stutters
Beautiful
dreams
With a limp in his
head
Looped and bound
By a stagnant
complex
You got six cents
where all cars go?
Nothing’s ever
really wrong
When a song ends in
a minor key
And so I come to
isolation
by Jack D., Grade 9
Artwork by Mackenzie J., Grade 7
Regretful Fire
She shouts,
I shout back.
We're dancing with burning coals.
My mouth spins
and twists my emotions:
shock lines her face.
I respond with flames.
I don't realize it now,
but I am filled with regret.
We go our separate ways, quietly.
No words traverse our burning bridge.
She returns with hot anger.
It burns, it stings, and she doesn't relent.
It hurts me as much as it frustrates me.
Because deep down, I know she's right.
by Richard W., Grade 7
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