Mary Kotula
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Submitted by Patti Magoon on September 19, 2008 - 11:51.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...
emo.
Submitted by Patti Magoon on February 5, 2008 - 12:59.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.

