Westford Elementary

Nickels and dimes

By Kristin Holden
Westford School, Grade 8

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

and I trusted You with My Life.

Oh here They go again
I sometimes feel bad for her
her Friends treat her like crap
There's never anyone that loves her enough to defend her
Poor Lost Girl.
She doesn't have a clue
In Their little Clique
she just blends
When she really
Has No Friends
Everyone will feel guilty
when by choice
Her Life Ends

When somethings not right
I turn to you
When Something goes wrong
I ask for help from you
But there are those cases
When I turn to something a blue
A little pill,
sometimes even two
I see that big "U"
and Finally I feel

smooth.

I felt so Alive.
Brought back from Death
Death by heart break
I took a shot
And I lost my breath
while I was with you.
I needed something new
I thought I'd found something true.
But the more time we'd spent
the more the real you
started to come through.
In the end
it hurt even more
For me to have learned
I Honestly Can't Trust Anymore

I have a stain
When I used a sharpie to scribble out our initails
I have a stain
On my lips where yours rested
I have a stain
On my cheek where the tears always fell
I have a scar on my heart
Right.
Where.
You.
Broke.
It.

No one notices
But I can see
She has a secret
I'm afraid that she's keeping it from me.
I've let her down
in so many ways
I tell her,
"I tried it again."
and she sinks into a daze.
Her strawberry hair
her skin sparkles everyday.
I've never seen such beauty
But even when she smiles
I see it in her eyes
They are never really looking
just staring
into space.
Call me a hypocrite and say
"Practice what You Preach"
If anyone were to fallow me.
My heart wouldn't beat.
everyday I ask her
"Are You Okay?"
she always says yes..
and that she loves me.
I suppose I shouldn't worry.
Because if she loved me,
there's no way she would leave

When I look in the mirror
I see a mess
When she looks at me
she see what she wants to be
This little girl
will always love me
no matter what
unconditionally.
I've let my self down
and everyone else too.
then she looks at me and
her rosie lips speak
"sissy, I love You."
I've cried all day
because of what they all say.
I feel dirty
and messy
and betrayed
and she says
"sissy, You look very pretty today."
I hate myself
I scream
"I want to die"
I can't take it.
Life blows.
as she brings tears to my eyes
she whispers,
"Sissy, Please Don't Go."

She's Ruining my life
But I'll never love anyone like this
She was my Best Friend
Tight as can be
ages zero to three
But I hit a day
at this age thirteen
I Hate Her
and she'll Always Love Me
I can't escape this woman
because she made me
She'll never again be my best friend
but that isn't her job
she is her to teach me
and one day I'll see
When I have a daughter
that Passionately Dislikes Me

By: Jessica Austin
Westford Elementary School, 7

Peace is here,
But in it's way,
Enmity's here,
I have nothing to say.
This is just what I feared,
But I want you to stay,
I refuse to shed tears,
Because you'll be okay.
Even through fights,
I know you wont leave,
Though try as I might,
It's hard to believe.
I know that you're right,
But I feel so naive,
Can you imagine how bright,
You must be,
For my heart takes flight,
When you look at me.

By: Jessica Austin
Westford Elementary School, 7

Maybe it's just me,
But for some reason it seems,
That no matter what I try to be,
I am never quite so esteemed.
So I've decided to forfeit.
You'll go after her, that's it.
I still think you like me a little bit,
If you don't, though, I won't throw a fit.
Because I know I've done my part.
And you have taken my heart.
I've known this from the start,
But this poem's for you, sweetheart.
So you better listen close,
What I say now means the most:
I think it's her you've chose,
Do you count me with your foes?
I realize now that you must.
For all it was, was lust.
I guess I have room to grow,
But I lost a friend that I could trust.