7

Their is a time when hearts are broken

I wish you wouldn't have broke mine.

You don't understand how I feel

nobody does

That's why I ask you

Why you left me

You meant the world to me

you took it away

Kyle don't you see

I am head over heels

In love with you

I don't mean what I say When I said I hated you

Think that it is opposite

What I meant to say

Is I love you

kyle in every way

A shaft of moonlight seeps through your window and rests on your pillow.

You check your clock, 12:00, you try to sleep but you can't.

You look out your window at the cool night.

The moonlight on the driveway, as puddles of shadow, endless.

Sections of sky woven seamlessly together.

It makes you wonder.... Why.

And in that moment your head rests on your pillow and your imagination soars.

A shaft of moonlight seeps through your window and rests on your pillow.

You check your clock, 12:00, you try to sleep but you can't.

You look out your window at the cool night.

The moonlight on the driveway, as puddles of shadow, endless.

Sections of sky woven seamlessly together.

It makes you wonder... Why.

And in that moment your head rests on your pillow and your imagination soars.

When you walk down the street,
You probably don’t think about that
Shabby old man you walk by,
Or maybe that young lady in the suit.
But,
You may not know what they are going through,
But even though that man seemed poor,
He might just be happy.
And when that business lady seemed well of,
She might be unhappy and lonely.
You may choose not to listen to me,
But then you may.
The world is full of hidden secrets.
What lies beneath the golden shell may be rotten.
But what lies beneath a rotten shell may be golden,
And, you know it’s easier to get through a rotten shell.
You are in your own world,
And although you may ignore the most wonderful
People who may come into your life,
Who knew?
When you think of it,
A little part of you dies when that man you walk by
Doesn’t say hello,
Or maybe doesn’t even look at you.
You think, “Is he deaf? Maybe Blind?”
He is not.
You see, people don’t
Want to get hurt.
They say hello,
You don’t.

"In the pupils of the rain I am broken."
Torn apart like dirty rags
That are used to clean the tile on the kitchen floor
And then left in the old closet
Behind the television set
That no one remembers
You were to carless to remember to take me out
Soon dust gathers around my edges
As you watch the late show
I am lonley
Forgotten
Broken
Like a shard of glass
From a vase
Just fallen off of the antique counter-top
You were too carless to try and save me
So you watched me fall
Cutting into the skin that makes blood and tears splash to the ground
Broken
Like rusty handle bars tossed away with little broken china dolls
And car pieces in the junkyard
Soon to be crushed into one lonesome square
Broken
Like a heart that will never be repaired
Waiting over and over again for them to return
But each day cuts into the heart like a steak knife
Broken.

Test
There’s, Oh no, a test.
What will I get?
65 or 100.
It feels like butterflies flying in my stomach.
I get the test.
It looks hard.
It feels like punching a table.
I get the test back.
I got a 90.
The relief of my nerves has come out.
I am relaxed.

If I could explain to you,
how much I rely on your support,
would you continue to hurt yourself,
and watch my face contort?

Maybe if I showed you,
that I could die without you...

If you could even fathom,
the pain I'm in...

But nothing I say,
has any effect.
You could go either way,
I do expect.

But maybe if I told you,
that your pain wounded me...

If something I said,
showed you what you REALLY mean to me...

If your belt fit your pants,
then you might have a chance,
but nothing you eat,
has meaning.

I know this.
You know this.
It's killing us both.

Today is perfect for snuggling on the beach
Today is the best to curl up and watch a scary movie
Today's perfection reminds me so much of you
The way us being on the beach, you'd ruin the view
Watching a scary movie with you, is scarier than than the zombies they shoot
my heart is locked and you can't have the key
We would have been so cute
too bad you weren't good enough for me

I know you love me
You've told me for thirteen years
but when does that go
from deep meaning
to just Three Words?

I can feel the bruises
behind my smile
I Will see the bruises
after a while

The wooden stairs
have broken my fall
His fingerprints on my neck
are remembered most of all

I know you love me
you've said it before
Do you really mean it?
Because I'm crying on the
cold wooden floor

It's ten past ten
and I fear I'll never see her smiling again
but she's got a sparkle of hope
in those baby blues
she's expecting something great
she wants to wake up new
she's got one chance
she needs to take a risk
she has to earse what she had with you
you never liked her back
and she knows that too
she's tried to convince herself
but shes exhausted from the moping
she has no more hope and shes moving on
she's smarted and up and is finally coping
she wants to foget ever loving you
you've got a new girl
but that's nothing new
this is the routine
she sits and waits for you to leave
and come back her
admire her beauty
feed her lines
you wrap her around your finger
her fate resting in your palm
you take her delicate heart in your hands
then we start over again

She lifts her chin
and says that was the last time
but thats what she said the time before
and the one before that
but she just has no self control
gettting over you

She lay alone,
her battered arms bare,
bloody and cold,
she has nothing to wear.
She remains motionless,
as still as a rock.
His cold, inhuman face,
a countenance she dared mock.
And she tries to say he loves her,
so she does believe,
how terribly unfortunate,
that she is so naive.
Now how did she allow,
a man to dominate her will?
And so her beatings continue,
I hope next he doesn't kill.

This one won't be about you.
Even though I'm sure,
you think it will be.
But it's not.
Too much paper,
has been wasted on you.
Why go through it all again?
I wish you knew,
but you don't.
And when?
No.
You'll never know.
My pen will know,
before you know.
So it's not.
Not about you,
Unless it's this:
saying it's not.
Because I'm over you,
your staccato moods,
your stubborn blankness,
your shiny countenance.
Your not.
Nothing I thought.
It's not.
Not working,
Not happy,
Not you.
This isn't about you.
"Why?"
You might ask.
My answer:
Because.
It's just not.

I lay in my bed,
Thinking of everything you've said,
Many tears are shed,
Falling to the floor like lead.
And my heart is like a shore,
Feelings ebb and flow across the floor,
You are like that half-open door,
Leaving me just wanting more.
But you won't let my feelings be,
It's like my confusion is something you need,
My contemplation's what you eat,
It's my feelings I don't believe.

Droplets fall from the heavens purifying everyone on earth. Minutes later a blanket of water falls. Faster and faster as if a hose is spraying on earth. Then it gets slower and slower, as the last raindrop falls.

By: Jessica Austin
Westford Elementary School, 7

What's the chance,
What you actually believe,
Something totally irrelevant,
A lie only you could weave?
It's something solely you would do,
Something annoyingly concise,
To touch a swollen nerve,
you must be virtuously precise.
Even the smallest details,
You make sure you get them all,
Every single move I make,
Whether i slip, trip, or fall.
But the thing that I hate the most,
About everything you do,
Is that even complex, intricate lies,
End up being true.