8

The ghost of you haunts me.
There is a shadow that is shaped like you,
And it is making me curl up in a ball in the corner of
my room.
I feel the goose bumps cover my body.
I see your figure, why do you haunt me?
You have hurt me enough.
I’m already scared of you,
Why don’t you just give up?
I’m hiding as I feel you’re cold
Spirit rise above me.
You’re scaring me.
This is when I give up,
Just fall on the floor and wait for you to leave and fall asleep.
Because when I awaken again you will be gone
And I will be left waiting and wondering
When you will show your face here again.

The ghost of you haunts me.
There is a shadow that is shaped like you,
And it is making me curl up in a ball in the corner of
my room.
I feel the goose bumps cover my body.
I see your figure, why do you haunt me?
You have hurt me enough.
I’m already scared of you,
Why don’t you just give up?
I’m hiding as I feel you’re cold
Spirit rise above me.
You’re scaring me.
This is when I give up,
Just fall on the floor and wait for you to leave and fall asleep.
Because when I awaken again you will be gone
And I will be left waiting and wondering
When you will show your face here again.

Let me see your soul.
My advice:
Breathe the sky
Melt with wind
Let me look into you
And see
Honest simplicity.
Let me in.

She confuses me.
Sometimes she is nice and kind,
other times she drives me out of my mind.
I've wanted to be her friend before,
I've wanted to pound her into the floor.
She occupies my mind at night,
my fists aching for a fight
and then I realize,
the person I despise,
is right here inside me.

so caught up in society,
acting the girl that you want to be
hiding your true personality
with a flimsy shield of conformity
dress, talk, and think like other girls
your shallowness makes me want to hurl
why not just live YOUR life,
without others' opinions pressing like a knife
be quirky, go nuts
being yourself takes guts
show me what you can do,
without your clique,
who are you?

Let's revisit this.
This story
So this girl
She'll be Lori.
She loves
Earl.
Lori can't have Earl
Because Lori is with Doug.
Earl
Wants Lori.
Lori
Can't break Doug's heart.
Poor little Dougie.
Only his second girlfriend.
He doesn't even know.
That Lori loves Earl..
Yet she continues to lead on Doug.
As...Let's say Johnny
Did to Her.
Of all the pain.
She should be sorry.
She should be empathetic
No, She's a witch.

Your hurting, aren't you?

you hold a grudge against her

because of her feelings for him

she's sorry.

Your angry and sad, frustrated.

I understand,

but sometimes you have to let go

Now instead of just yourself

your hurting her

she wants to be friends

but your anger stands in the way

Let go.

Sand

By Sossina Gutema
Essex Middle School, Grade 8

There once was a heart so grand
that it gave itself up to the land
by the shores of sea
it set itself free
but its soft imprint remained in the sand

I wish I knew who I am,
and where I'm going.
But all I know is where I've been
and how I got there.
And I wish I could say that Sossina Gutema is my thing, her ups and downs, ins and outs are all apparent to me...heck, I wish I could say I never talk to myself, but then I'd be lying. I could tell you a thousand things that I've learned, things I've discovered each and every day. I could tell you hundreds of things you don't want to know, about people you've never met and things you've never experienced. And I wish I could tell you who I am,
and where I'm going,
but all I know is where I've been
and how I got there.

I'll never forget the last time I saw you
You were a turtle sitting in that chair
With a big happy smile on your facce
It made the room all warm and fuzzy

I'll never forget the last time I heard you
Singing the song that we all knew you loved
And secretly we loved too
You sounded like a bird with a really deep voice
A voice I will never forget

I'll never forget the last time I smelt you
You smelt old but in a good way
Kind of like a peiceful patch of pretty pansies
A wonderful smell like no other

I'll never forget the last time I felt you
Your warm wrinkly hands giving me a hug
Your cold tears dropping on my head
A cry that no one else would understand

I'll never forget you grandpa
I love you
I miss you And thats for sure

~Written in the point of Samule de Champlain~

I was in my boat. It was actually a very puny boat, barely big enough to hold myself and my four other friends who were cruising with me. We were looking for an adventure, hoping to discover something. Much of this world was left undiscovered. So many surprises were there, waiting for us. I had always though the world was shaped in a triangle. So wrong was I, that just proved two things. One, I either needed to make better guesses. Or two, I should discover something. If I did, I would name it after me.

Suddenly, one of my crewmates yelled something and pointed in the direction of the fog. He was so loud that I could hear him even over the splashing of the waves. "Look at that!" he shouted. I followed his gaze, and as the fog cleared, I saw something. Big.

quiet footsteps in the glade
across the brook, in the shade
midnight moon, full and round
the trees whisper, a soothing sound
from the velvet of the night,
a fair maiden flits into the light
willow slender, light and quick
shining hair, long and thick
free for now, but it will not last
her time is up, it's fading fast
clouds shift, the moon is gone
smooth and graceful, like a swan
the maiden is no longer there,
seemingly vanished into thin air
until this day, one month hence
she will not return with confidence
in this quiet, moonlight glade
her chaotic life she can evade
seeking happiness and peace
she comes to the silver glade

I'm trying, struggling for a way to get to you.
My love for you is deeper than the largest ocean.
We have many things in common.
Movies.
Music.
That crap.
I've tried and tried to get into your arms.
But failed.
I know you love me.
Somewhere.
Somehow.
Please, just accept me for who I am!
I want to get to you!
Don't worry.
I will keep trying.

Forever.

Seize existence for nameless drones
Slay the words you chanted alone
Veto opinions created for us
Retort with battles of blood
Batter your life. Force a smile
Is that my all my pennies are worth?
Muse my mouth deliberates unaided
All the words you leapt for
All the words we sang
Really meant only pocket change?
I thought we could be more than nickels and dimes
Maybe that’ll pay our way
Halfway to an ending toll

It was a cool October morning with a light breeze. The mist, so gossamer, was floating in the air.
Stepping cautiously over the fallen twigs and branches, she came upon a field of birch trees. She had explored this field many times before, but something about this visit was different.
Something caught her eye, glistening among the trees. She walked over, cautiously, not knowing what it was, and was astonished at what she had found.

A Silver Birch