Main Street Middle School

I ran through the woods, unbeknownst even to myself as to what I was running from.

My parents? The people I called my friends? The world?

The world didn’t care what I had to say about it. It just keeps turning, oblivious to what’s

happening on it. It turns so slowly that even someone with A.D.D would get bored with it.

Pointless.

As I thought to myself, the autumn wind skimmed my mostly bare arms and face. It was cool

and refreshing. I felt like I was swimming in an Olympic race – but through the air.

Before long, I wasn’t thinking about anything at all. Not concentrating on where I was going,

or what was happening behind me.

Whoosh

Swishhh

CrackleCrackleCrackle

I ran through the dead, dried leaves, leaving an unmarked trail of me.

Maybe if I started flapping my arms, I could fly away...

I ran through the woods, the pounding of hooves right on my heels. As the noise became louder it was inevitable; I was going to get caught. Like a foreign infiltrator, I was in for a lifetime of woes, that is if I did not make my final stand here. A foreign infiltrator was one way to describe me; I just liked to refer to myself as "one with a better idea of how the empire should be run." My insight could cost me my life.

I had an idea.
So did they.

We both had an idea.

They smiled,
and walked away.

Now I don't have the idea.

Cliffs

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Facing the past
Never see the light
Tremble in the darkness
Of an everlasting night.

Slowly moving forward
But never turning 'round
Until you back up
Into what was never found.

As you fall you hear
All the voices you ignored
Telling you what would happen-
But now it's just a blur.

Hitting ground so hard
Will soon make you see
What happens
When you replace the hole where hope should be.

A Lost Friend

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

The wind pushed the empty swing next to her. She was haunted by
memories of the girl who was once always right beside her. She
remembered all the times when they had sat there and talked for
hours, laughing and joking. Or other times when they would just be
there for each other and talk everything through. But she was gone
now. She had found someone else to hang out with, to talk to, to
comfort. She felt like she had just been punched in the stomach,
but the feeling lasted for longer. A tear rolled down her
cheek as the sky starting spitting. Too absorbed in her thoughts to
start the lonely walk home, she sat there, drenched all the way
through. She waited. Wishing. Wondering. What happened?

I hope you learn

By Naomi Grayck
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I hope you learn
learn to love
I hope you learn to see
see that we can't live without you
I hope you learn to sing
sing for all the world to hear
I hope you learn to laugh
laugh so we can laugh along with you
I hope you learn to look
look around and see all you can possibly see
I hope you learn that
people are people all
living, breathing and feeling
people who will cry, laugh
and hurt
same as you
but all I can do is hope
you and only you can make it come true.

Sound of Dad's Guitar

By Kayla Richardsoon
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I walk in the apartment.
I hear something
Something I haven't heard in a year.
It's the sound of Dad's guitar.
I forgot how much I miss that sound
That loud metal heavy rock sound.
It fills my ears and gives me joy.
I've always found it soothing
But I don't know why.
It's just something I love.
I smile to myself, and listen
To the sound of Dad's guitar.

Left or Right

By Lilly Schwarz
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I lay in my bed thinking about you
Not knowing what to do
Should I go left or right?
Not knowing which one to choose

If I do, what would happen?
Would I like it?
Would it all work out?
Or would you disappear
Always leaving me out?

I wish it could work
Between you and me
Because the truth is
I miss you liking me

(To the committee: the author centered all her lines. -P. Magoon)

A New Life

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I start down an
unfamiliar hall.
Faces
I don’t recognize
milling around me
Everything
seems
so weird.
Eyes
staring me
down
I don’t know
what to think.
Room 3.
My homeroom.
I open
the door,
And begin
My New Life.

emo

By Mary Kotula
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

emo.
he stares at the flower.
so white and so beautiful.
so perfect...

emo.
the black hair falls over his eye.
covering half his face
and his secrets...

emo.
he writes his poems in cursive writing
thinking about what it would be like to love.
wondering if he ever will...

emo.
he sits alone
at the round, dark table.

The twelve little munchkins slipped into their PJ's and climbed upstairs;
They all called the beds and the big blue chairs.
They tried to fall asleep,
But some just weep.

After two hours of "sleeping" they hear a boom on the roof
It happened to be Santa - just like that - POOF!
He's a chubby old man with a full grown beard,
Dressed in red and white, lookin' rather cheered.

My Yards

By Enis Palamarevic
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Weight

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Building.
Up.
Up.
Up.
Too much
To carry.
Too much
To hold.
I can’t
Bear
This pain.
I can’t hide
This
Burden.

You
Comfort me.

There’s nothing
In the world.

There’s nothing
More to
Do.

No
One can
Hold you
Down.

Weight.

Dropping.
Down
Down
Down.

You are
FREE.

The Woods

By Lydia Herrick
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I run…
up
the
hill.

I stop…
panting
for
breath.

I tromp…
through
the
snow.

I skip…
among
the
trees.

I hear…
my
own
heartbeat.

I think…
nothing
at
all.

I rest…
on
the
ground.

I am…
in
the
woods.

Everyone dreams of being in the big game. It is the moment in an athlete’s life that they spend their whole life trying to reach. Being apart of that big game is everyone’s dream. Every sport has its big game, the NFL has the superbowl, the NBA has the finals, the MLB has the World Series, and act. An athlete will feel incomplete without reaching that big game.