Welcome to the Truman e-Gazette! This is our on-line literary magazine!
This is an opportunity for our ninth grade students to express themselves through creative writing. While the initial submissions are poetry, our magazine also accepts short stories. All entries may be sent to fbmerk@btsd.us or drein@btsd.us for consideration. All submissions are subject to editing. Enjoy!
Daily Schedule Waking up in the pitch black
Struggling to reach my clock
Eventually rising with pain in my back Using all the energy I got I stumble to brush my teeth and shower Thinking I have the power Eating breakfast and leaving And on my way to school At first I sit there grieving For the early days of school But soon the day ends After many hours learning And being with my friends I assemble my work and head for the buses I stress over my work I have to do While hearing a lot of cusses I am dropped off to start my walking on foot While the sky pours Finally reaching the last steps Of my house door By Josh N.
MuffinsMuffins in the ovenBlueberries bubblingCupcake liners getting warmTemperature at 350°Bottoms turning brownTops turning goldenAroma filling the kitchenTaste already on my tongueChocolate chips melting Oozing through the doughOne for Mr. MerkOne for Mrs. DonahueMuffins for the soul!
Kaitlin K.
Five O’clock
When I get home I sit and wait
Already knowing that I haven’t ate
As I wait for this time to come
I play video games like a lifeless bum
The time has come to go upstairs
As the plate waits to become bare
An essence of food flows through my nose
I watch the food come, and watch it go My stomach is like a black hole in space I always make sure that I stuff my face The food is gone in a record time All the food I ate just blows my mind My tummy hurts and I am done All my fun has turned to dun I remember all the pain in store For eating so much, like you haven’t eaten before…
by Aaron L.
LossWhile one team basks in victory,Another hangs their head in defeat.As one team gets cheers and applauds,No one remembers the one who lost.They go to sleep with pain in their chest,Knowing the other team played the best.They shake the others' hand,Hiding their tears,Wishing they could play again,Wishing for the cheers.
Tom S.
Tumblr! Tumblr! Everywhere everyone is going there. Black and white We all unite. We go there to express ourselves, and Bringing confidence to ourselves. Reblog different things on your blog. Your Tumblr followers will help you through it all. Being Tumblr famous is not important every second you are strolling to see images you are enjoying. The fashion to see The girl or guy you wanna be. The food you want to take out of the computer screen and chew. But what you see on Tumblr is mostly true. Tumblr is very addictive, but some things on there are restrictive. Tumblr’s what a teenager calls an unimaginable dream That adults won’t even understand the theme.
By Benita H.
Rinse and Repeat
The Nagging, Yelling, and the Cursing.
The conflict in me to either yell back or reversing
They tell me I should do better,
In everything I do.
School, Chores, Everyday life.
The door slamming, the fading voices.
The decisions, the choices.
Opening of doors.
This is a bore.
Everyone calms down.
Hugging, laughing forgetting.
Until the next day.
Rinse and Repeat. By Erika S.
Perfection
Lights glistening over shadowing the stars, I see the models walk the runway; graceful and majestic bodies moving like the moon across the sky. So perfect so flawless, big, beautiful eyes, full lips, small, thin and tall, their hair at perfect length, an exact vision of perfection.
I look at myself flawed, not perfect, rotten like an old apple. Why can’t I be like them? Why can’t I have that look that… that perfection, that flawlessness?
As I get out of bed and get ready for the dance, I walk past the mirror hesitant to look, but look anyway. Who is that in the mirror in that red, dazzling, elegant dress, alluring smile, and hair so soft draping wistfully along her face? It’s me being just exactly who I want to be, fierce like a tiger but gentle like the sea, gorgeous like a flower, shining radiantly like gold in the sun like diamonds in the moonlight, I’m just being me. I realize I’m perfect in my own special way. I’ve finally noticed that today. Everyone in their own way is perfection on display.
by Nana K.
GROWING UPI wish I could travel back to when I was still a child.Hand in hand we would stand as each of us smiled. We were all best friends, nothing could tear us apart. Our names were engraved in each others’ heart.
Now that we’re older everything is switched.We all stand alone, each person left ditched.Sometimes I wonder how it all happened so fast. As the time flew by our friendship passed.I also understand that we all grow up.We change for different reasons, like for better or worse.We mature, move on, and learn new things.We all look forward to what the future brings.We despise our weaknesses, and admire our gifts.We look back on our memories, and wonder the reason for our drifts.In the end I understand the scheme.“You can’t hate the player, you gotta’ hate the game.”By Denise G.
Track
I’ve got muscles to stretchMuscles that ache,My legs run swiftlyAs my arms go along,My heart pumps loudlyRinging in my hears,My mind is nervousWants to win,I look at my foes, Determination seeping through,Finally I realize, this is what I’m here for. By Andrea O.
“Puzzled”
Should I put the pieces back together? Should I stay or should I go? Walking away may be easier but sometimes it’s worth putting in the effort. Sometimes it’s easier to leave the glass broken than getting hurt by trying to put it back together. Love is fragile. Easy to find it, easy to fall apart. I hear the voices in my head, The devil on one shoulder An angel on the other. So today is the day, We put the puzzle back together again. By Carina T.
My Fridge J
It’s a clutter of success and a mess of memories Cards from birthdays, marriages and anniversaries
Papers from aced tests and
Awards from band,
Certificates from debate
All the pictures we hate
The magnets hang strong
Holding up some things we did wrong
But the things we did right
Dangle bright in the light
The passing grades
Picture of you by the pool
Hanging round in your shades
Pictures you drew
From when you were two
And the memories you make
Down by the lake.
They all hang there,
Without a care,
Held up by Mickey Mouse and a sun
There is simply a ton
Of magnets to go around
For the clutter of success and the mess of memories
That hangs on my fridge as if they were trophies.
By Daphne W.
Tired I’m tired, Tired of trying, Tired of working It only gets harder, But I don’t want to work No motivation to work with, Just keep moving forward I don’t want to anymore, but I can’t stop, I’m spiraling down I don’t want to try anymore, but I just keep going It’s easy now, and it just keeps getting harder This isn’t where I want to be, but It’s where I always am I don’t want to Feel like this anymore But I stopped fighting It’s hard to walk away from something That you can’t get away from Close your mind to yourself But you’re still there Can’t leave myself behind Because I’m always right here with me Stopped trying so much But I still try the same No motivation to start with I’m just getting tired. By Ryan K.
IEat PizzaLike There Is No Tomorrow. I Eat PizzaAnd Leave None To Borrow.The Greaselicous, Pepporonific, GoodnessThat I Love Dearly So, Teases Me As The CheeseDangles To And Fro. As The Last Bite I begin To Devour,I Realize That The Pizza Is All Gone And Cry For An Hour. By,Tom S.
All a Smile Can Hide
Always happy but underneath, A broken smile lies. Just like a veil, it consumes Just one crack of a smile The master of disguise. Yet a smile doesn’t make things okay. So why do some perceive it that way? A bit of guilt or shame Just another bad day? Unhappiness lingers just under the shadows No one can detect it Like a turtle it hides Hidden, but always there.
by Stephanie D.
Maintenance I've got grades to maintain & homework to do Work after school & money to make 11 o’clock hits & I walk through the door As I put on my pajamas & make something to eat That’s when it hits me…. I think its bed time….. I wake up and open one eye I see the sun rise as I know its time to get up That’s when it starts all over again By Brandy W.
The Ballad of the Sea
The salt blanketed the air
Settling in their brittle hair
Sabers hung upon their hips
A tidal wave rocking the ship.
Pallid tone despite the sun,
Need for an orange has begun.
Some bore a patch upon their eye
Even still, none would die.
Cannon fire roared all about
Toppling a vessel most stout
A mighty surge brought the ship ashore
No longer were the pirates poor
For a bounty of gold lain in wait
A prize for a journey rent with hate.
But alas, the battle had just begun
For their next foe would surely stun.
Just up ahead assuring they’d rage
Was none other than the beleaguering Nick Cage.
By Olivia W.
Life
You are born You can crawl You can talk Then you can walk Time goes by It’s time for school The day is over its time to go home Years go by Its time for high school You go through struggle You go through pain The thought of failing goes through your brain School gets harder And so does life You graduate high school Then life feels great But then friends fade away And love turns to hate You find a job and hope not to be late You need this profit to start a life You find a girl who becomes your wife You get older then and life starts to crumble Life gets boring So sad and so humble You get old and it gets harder to live You think that your life is starting to give Your losing your life Happy turns to cries Next thing you know Life Just died.
By Miguel S.
Heat vs. Lakers LeBron to Dwyanedown the lanein the hoop they go insaneKobe has the ballpass to Gasoldunk on Mike MillerLeBron gets the ball#killerbreaks all their anklesthe fans are thankfulSteve Blakes fouls LeBronstarting to get too frisky crowd goes wildstarting to get a little riskyLeBron to the linesinks them boththat's just finecause Kobe's going inall by himselfalmost blocked but criss cross pass to Chris Bosh3 seconds left from half court with a shotand a pray its in.By Yventong C.
Lyric Poem
To think
And to dream in ink
To scream and yell and cry on
Blue lines
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me to describe
Don’t tell me to add this
Delete that and fix the syntax
Nonsensethe random scribblings
Of someone with something
To say and say it
I will
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me it’s
Wrong
Don’t say to me
Change
Him
Her
And them
Because they are mine
My characters
My villains
And protagonists
So don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
I won’t be best-selling
Because it’s all I’ve got
By
Kassandra D.
“The Weight Taken Off My Shoulders” Humiliation, Pain, Pressure, Mother Figure, Secrets, Obligated, Unwanted, Death, Lies, Depression, Hurt, Confusion, Alone, Unsure Fear.
Family.
Them.
They’re Closer. They’re Here….But Nothing has changed. The pain is different. Different; in an even worse way.
Me.
Them.
That instant feeling of maybe, just maybe, there Is happiness. Then realizing…
A Home? Is Not what I had. But who knew words could be such a big impact. Them. Turning my life. Completely Around. Acting as medicine. Taking the pain away. It’s Home.By Sarah C.
Never Ending Winter Night
Above the clouds
are beautiful things
Among the eagirds and the lovely trees
In front of my eyes are the stars so bright
Instead of the sun is the moon at night
Inside my chest is
a heart full of beats
In addition to a stomach full of dancing butterfairies I was then sitting up against a tree
Hoping to find somebody to share this never ending winter night with me
By Christina G.
A Paper, A Pencil
A paper, a pencil
An eraser that’s red
A canvas, a paintbrush
An idea that’s not dead
Some glue, some clay
And an entire day
Some wax, some wood,
An idea that’s good
Red shavings build monuments,
On a platform of white
To create something beautiful
Is an everlasting fight
So the graphite shatters
Into gray dull stars
And the acrylics dry
Growing unseemly scars
A tear, a scratch
The letter ‘X’
Crinkles and wrinkles
Mask the rejects
Poor little jail cell
Force-fed shattered dreams
Another mistake
It always seems
Sword drawn again
Made of nothing but wood
And if I could stop
Don’t you think that I would?
By Katherine K.
Again I’m Asked
Now or never
Embrace vulnerability
Or stay a rock
No right answer
All alone a choice must be made.
Now or never
Hopeful with no expectations
Or continually bitter?
Those three words have power
Rebuild or persist?
Now or never
A kite in the breeze
Or a rock
So once more it’s asked.
It must be now.
By Stephanie D. The Choice
It awaits me every day and night The question, the choice, bright as light Which one? What choice? Is there a wrong or right? I can’t decide, For both don’t lie
Both have beauty, Both have meaning, One goes right, the other west. Up and down, north and south, Choices! Options! Oh I don’t know how!
Convincing and persuading It takes to me, One starts fading into a pea. Finally I pick, for this one will be more memorable. This one! This one! It shall be.
By Andrea O. Dad You are now a slight breeze You are now as light as a feather You are now in a place that makes you happy A place where your spirit is free But a place you are not Is here on this earth with me I can no longer call you see you or speak to you I can no longer hug you or tell you how much I love you You left me feeling alone but Forgiveness, is in fact, the final form of love
Kaitlyn P. My Guitar Sings
I have a tune to make Strings to strum Tuning to tend Sweeps to try Picks to buy My guitar sings
Pop! A string to snap A pick to lose Calices to mend A knob to fall A guitar to shine But my guitar sings. By Anthony H.
MY SUMMER DAY
WAKE UP
SMELL THE SUMMERAIR Think shore
Get dressed get my
Bathing suitzip
Up mybag Go into the car shake because of excitement Smell the salt water Run into the ocean Become upset Because I have to leave Become happy Because I will Come back tomorrow
By Matt T.
This portion of the on-line literary magazine is devoted to the type of poetry that conveys its meaning through pictures made from the words. Enjoy!
Welcome to the Truman e-Gazette! This is our on-line literary magazine!
This is an opportunity for our ninth grade students to express themselves through creative writing. While the initial submissions are poetry, our magazine also accepts short stories. All entries may be sent to fbmerk@btsd.us or drein@btsd.us for consideration. All submissions are subject to editing. Enjoy!
Daily Schedule
Waking up in the pitch black
Struggling to reach my clock
Eventually rising with pain in my back
Using all the energy I got
I stumble to brush my teeth and shower
Thinking I have the power
Eating breakfast and leaving
And on my way to school
At first I sit there grieving
For the early days of school
But soon the day ends
After many hours learning
And being with my friends
I assemble my work and head for the buses
I stress over my work I have to do
While hearing a lot of cusses
I am dropped off to start my walking on foot
While the sky pours
Finally reaching the last steps
Of my house door
By Josh N.
MuffinsMuffins in the ovenBlueberries bubbling Cupcake liners getting warm Temperature at 350° Bottoms turning brownTops turning goldenAroma filling the kitchen Taste already on my tongue Chocolate chips melting Oozing through the dough One for Mr. Merk One for Mrs. DonahueMuffins for the soul!
Kaitlin K.Five O’clock
When I get home I sit and wait
Already knowing that I haven’t ate
As I wait for this time to come
I play video games like a lifeless bum
The time has come to go upstairs
As the plate waits to become bare
An essence of food flows through my noseI watch the food come, and watch it go
My stomach is like a black hole in space
I always make sure that I stuff my face
The food is gone in a record time
All the food I ate just blows my mind
My tummy hurts and I am done
All my fun has turned to dun
I remember all the pain in store
For eating so much, like you haven’t eaten before…
by Aaron L.
Tom S.
Tumblr! Tumblr!
Everywhere everyone is going there.
Black and white
We all unite.
We go there to express ourselves, and
Bringing confidence to ourselves.
Reblog different things on your blog.
Your Tumblr followers will help you
through it all.
Being Tumblr famous is not important
every second you are strolling to see images you are enjoying.
The fashion to see
The girl or guy you wanna be.
The food you want to take out of the computer screen and chew.
But what you see on Tumblr is mostly true.
Tumblr is very addictive, but some things on there are restrictive.
Tumblr’s what a teenager calls an unimaginable dream
That adults won’t even understand the theme.
By Benita H.
Rinse and Repeat
The Nagging, Yelling, and the Cursing.
The conflict in me to either yell back or reversing
They tell me I should do better,
In everything I do.
School, Chores, Everyday life.
The door slamming, the fading voices.
The decisions, the choices.
Opening of doors.
This is a bore.
Everyone calms down.
Hugging, laughing forgetting.
Until the next day.
Rinse and Repeat.
By Erika S.
Perfection
Lights glistening over shadowing the stars,
I see the models walk the runway; graceful and majestic bodies moving like the moon across the sky. So perfect so flawless, big, beautiful eyes, full lips, small, thin and tall, their hair at perfect length, an exact vision of perfection.
I look at myself flawed, not perfect, rotten like an old apple. Why can’t I be like them? Why can’t I have that look that… that perfection, that flawlessness?
As I get out of bed and get ready for the dance, I walk past the mirror hesitant to look, but look anyway. Who is that in the mirror in that red, dazzling, elegant dress, alluring smile, and hair so soft draping wistfully along her face?
It’s me being just exactly who I want to be, fierce like a tiger but gentle like the sea, gorgeous like a flower, shining radiantly like gold in the sun like diamonds in the moonlight,
I’m just being me.
I realize I’m perfect in my own special way. I’ve finally noticed that today. Everyone in their own way is perfection on display.
by Nana K.
GROWING UPI wish I could travel back to when I was still a child.Hand in hand we would stand as each of us smiled. We were all best friends, nothing could tear us apart.
Our names were engraved in each others’ heart.
Now that we’re older everything is switched.We all stand alone, each person left ditched.Sometimes I wonder how it all happened so fast. As the time flew by our friendship passed.I also understand that we all grow up.We change for different reasons, like for better or worse.We mature, move on, and learn new things.We all look forward to what the future brings.We despise our weaknesses, and admire our gifts.We look back on our memories, and wonder the reason for our drifts.In the end I understand the scheme.“You can’t hate the player, you gotta’ hate the game.”By Denise G.
Track
I’ve got muscles to stretchMuscles that ache,My legs run swiftlyAs my arms go along,My heart pumps loudlyRinging in my hears,My mind is nervousWants to win,I look at my foes, Determination seeping through,Finally I realize, this is what I’m here for.
By Andrea O.
“Puzzled”
Should I put the pieces back together?
Should I stay or should I go?
Walking away may be easier but sometimes it’s worth putting in the effort.
Sometimes it’s easier to leave the glass broken than getting hurt by trying to put it back together.
Love is fragile.
Easy to find it, easy to fall apart.
I hear the voices in my head,
The devil on one shoulder
An angel on the other.
So today is the day,
We put the puzzle back together again.
By Carina T.
My Fridge J
It’s a clutter of success and a mess of memoriesCards from birthdays, marriages and anniversaries
Papers from aced tests and
Awards from band,
Certificates from debate
All the pictures we hate
The magnets hang strong
Holding up some things we did wrong
But the things we did right
Dangle bright in the light
The passing grades
Picture of you by the pool
Hanging round in your shades
Pictures you drew
From when you were two
And the memories you make
Down by the lake.
They all hang there,
Without a care,
Held up by Mickey Mouse and a sun
There is simply a ton
Of magnets to go around
For the clutter of success and the mess of memories
That hangs on my fridge as if they were trophies.
By Daphne W.
Tired
I’m tired,
Tired of trying,
Tired of working
It only gets harder,
But I don’t want to work
No motivation to work with,
Just keep moving forward
I don’t want to anymore, but
I can’t stop, I’m spiraling down
I don’t want to try anymore, but I just keep going
It’s easy now, and it just keeps getting harder
This isn’t where I want to be, but
It’s where I always am
I don’t want to
Feel like this anymore
But I stopped fighting
It’s hard to walk away from something
That you can’t get away from
Close your mind to yourself
But you’re still there
Can’t leave myself behind
Because I’m always right here with me
Stopped trying so much
But I still try the same
No motivation to start with
I’m just getting tired.
By Ryan K.
IEat PizzaLike There Is No Tomorrow. I Eat PizzaAnd Leave None To Borrow.The Greaselicous, Pepporonific, GoodnessThat I Love Dearly So, Teases Me As The CheeseDangles To And Fro. As The Last Bite I begin To Devour,I Realize That The Pizza Is All Gone And Cry For An Hour.
By,Tom S.
All a Smile Can Hide
Always happy but underneath,
A broken smile lies.
Just like a veil, it consumes
Just one crack of a smile
The master of disguise.
Yet a smile doesn’t make things okay.
So why do some perceive it that way?
A bit of guilt or shame
Just another bad day?
Unhappiness lingers just under the shadows
No one can detect it
Like a turtle it hides
Hidden, but always there.
by Stephanie D.
Maintenance
I've got grades to maintain
& homework to do
Work after school
& money to make
11 o’clock hits & I walk through the door
As I put on my pajamas & make something to eat
That’s when it hits me….
I think its bed time…..
I wake up and open one eye
I see the sun rise as I know its time to get up
That’s when it starts all over again
By Brandy W.
The Ballad of the Sea
The salt blanketed the air
Settling in their brittle hair
Sabers hung upon their hips
A tidal wave rocking the ship.
Pallid tone despite the sun,
Need for an orange has begun.
Some bore a patch upon their eye
Even still, none would die.
Cannon fire roared all about
Toppling a vessel most stout
A mighty surge brought the ship ashore
No longer were the pirates poor
For a bounty of gold lain in wait
A prize for a journey rent with hate.
But alas, the battle had just begun
For their next foe would surely stun.
Just up ahead assuring they’d rage
Was none other than the beleaguering Nick Cage.
By Olivia W.
Life
You are born
You can crawl
You can talk
Then you can walk
Time goes by
It’s time for school
The day is over its time to go home
Years go by
Its time for high school
You go through struggle
You go through pain
The thought of failing goes through your brain
School gets harder
And so does life
You graduate high school
Then life feels great
But then friends fade away
And love turns to hate
You find a job and hope not to be late
You need this profit to start a life
You find a girl who becomes your wife
You get older then and life starts to crumble
Life gets boring
So sad and so humble
You get old and it gets harder to live
You think that your life is starting to give
Your losing your life
Happy turns to cries
Next thing you know
Life Just died.
By Miguel S.
Heat vs. Lakers
LeBron to Dwyanedown the lanein the hoop they go insaneKobe has the ballpass to Gasoldunk on Mike MillerLeBron gets the ball#killerbreaks all their anklesthe fans are thankfulSteve Blakes fouls LeBronstarting to get too frisky crowd goes wildstarting to get a little riskyLeBron to the linesinks them boththat's just finecause Kobe's going inall by himselfalmost blocked but criss cross pass to Chris Bosh3 seconds left from half court with a shotand a pray its in.By Yventong C.
Lyric Poem
To think
And to dream in ink
To scream and yell and cry on
Blue lines
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me to describe
Don’t tell me to add this
Delete that and fix the syntax
Nonsensethe random scribblings
Of someone with something
To say and say it
I will
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me it’s
Wrong
Don’t say to me
Change
Him
Her
And them
Because they are mine
My characters
My villains
And protagonists
So don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
I won’t be best-selling
Because it’s all I’ve got
By
Kassandra D.
“The Weight Taken Off My Shoulders”
Humiliation, Pain, Pressure, Mother Figure, Secrets, Obligated, Unwanted, Death, Lies, Depression, Hurt, Confusion, Alone, Unsure Fear.
Family.
Them.
They’re Closer.
They’re Here….But Nothing has changed. The pain is different. Different; in an even worse way.
Me.
Them.
That instant feeling of maybe, just maybe, there Is happiness. Then realizing…
A Home?
Is Not what I had.
But who knew words could be such a big impact.
Them.
Turning my life. Completely Around. Acting as medicine. Taking the pain away.
It’s Home.By Sarah C.
Never Ending Winter Night
Above the clouds
are beautiful things
Among the eagirds and the lovely trees
In front of my eyes are the stars so bright
Instead of the sun is the moon at night
Inside my chest is
a heart full of beats
In addition to a stomach full of dancing butterfairies
I was then sitting up against a tree
Hoping to find somebody to share this never ending winter night with me
By Christina G.
A Paper, A Pencil
A paper, a pencil
An eraser that’s red
A canvas, a paintbrush
An idea that’s not dead
Some glue, some clay
And an entire day
Some wax, some wood,
An idea that’s good
Red shavings build monuments,
On a platform of white
To create something beautiful
Is an everlasting fight
So the graphite shatters
Into gray dull stars
And the acrylics dry
Growing unseemly scars
A tear, a scratch
The letter ‘X’
Crinkles and wrinkles
Mask the rejects
Poor little jail cell
Force-fed shattered dreams
Another mistake
It always seems
Sword drawn again
Made of nothing but wood
And if I could stop
Don’t you think that I would?
By Katherine K.
Again I’m Asked
Now or never
Embrace vulnerability
Or stay a rock
No right answer
All alone a choice must be made.
Now or never
Hopeful with no expectations
Or continually bitter?
Those three words have power
Rebuild or persist?
Now or never
A kite in the breeze
Or a rock
So once more it’s asked.
It must be now.
By Stephanie D.
The Choice
It awaits me every day and night
The question, the choice, bright as light
Which one? What choice?
Is there a wrong or right?
I can’t decide,
For both don’t lie
Both have beauty,
Both have meaning,
One goes right,
the other west.
Up and down, north and south,
Choices! Options!
Oh I don’t know how!
Convincing and persuading
It takes to me,
One starts fading
into a pea.
Finally I pick,
for this one will be more memorable.
This one! This one!
It shall be.
By Andrea O.
Dad
You are now a slight breeze
You are now as light as a feather
You are now in a place that makes you happy
A place where your spirit is free
But a place you are not
Is here on this earth with me
I can no longer call you see you or speak to you
I can no longer hug you or tell you how much I love you
You left me feeling alone
but Forgiveness, is in fact, the final form of love
Kaitlyn P.
My Guitar Sings
I have a tune to make
Strings to strum
Tuning to tend
Sweeps to try
Picks to buy
My guitar sings
Pop! A string to snap
A pick to lose
Calices to mend
A knob to fall
A guitar to shine
But my guitar sings.
By Anthony H.
MY SUMMER DAY
WAKE UP
SMELL THE SUMMER AIR Think shore
Get dressed get my
Bathing suit zip
Up mybag
Go into the car shake because of excitement
Smell the salt water
Run into the ocean
Become upset Because I have to leave
Become happy Because I will Come back tomorrow
By Matt T.
This portion of the on-line literary magazine is devoted to the type of poetry that conveys its meaning through pictures made from the words. Enjoy!