Spaulding High School/Barre Tech

The drug
Submitted by tamara33 on November 21, 2008 - 10:57.The Drug
The drug is here,
The drug is now
We don’t know how it got here,
We don’t know why,
All we know,
Is how to get high?
The po po may not agree,
It’s against the law,
But they can’t get there paws,
On the one drug is here,
The one drug is now,
We know how to use it,
We may abuse it,
But that show we use it,
The drug it’s all around us!

the shy one
Submitted by tamara33 on November 21, 2008 - 10:45.The shy one
This one is shy,
I don’t know why,
I heard she swallowed a fly,
But I don’t know why,
This one is shy,
But I don’t know why,
I heard she killed her mother,
This is the shy one,
I don’t know why,
Heard she tried to die,
But I don’t know why,
This is the shy one,
I don’t know why,
I heard she is shy,
Because people talk,
About the shy one,
But I don’t know why,
This one is shy,
I need to stop wondering why?
Winter tails
Submitted by Timothy on November 5, 2008 - 14:39.Winter Tails
By Timothy Scott Duranleau Matson
Spaulding High School/Barre Tech, Grade 12
It was Christmas Eve and I was nine years old. I couldn’t wait to wake up and open my presents. My mom came in to my room at eight p.m. and said, “It's time to take a bath and get ready for bed.” I asked for five more minutes on my Game Boy but she told me no. So I went to the bathroom and got into the tub.
After I was all ready for bed I kissed my mom and she tucked me in and said “good night.” I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I was tossing and getting up. It was horrible! I finally fell asleep at three a.m. But then I was up and ready to tear at gifts at nine a.m. I sprang up and ran down the hall. My mom was sitting on the couch. She said “Merry Christmas!”

Death
Submitted by Da Fuzz on October 31, 2008 - 09:53.Death is a pause that happens when a person meets there time,
Death is a thread that someone is trying to cut,
longer the thread the longer the person lives,
Death is a game that people are playing
that takes to long to play.

Time
Submitted by Da Fuzz on October 31, 2008 - 09:42.Time is a thing that keeps going
and shows no bounds and no restraints,
Time continues when i am with you,
but when I hold you time seems to stop for us.
but when we leave time continues from were it left off.
Myspace better than Facebook
Submitted by brookiek0001 on October 28, 2008 - 12:16.Brooke Kurutza
Grade 9
Spaulding High School
Koolmookie00 – Hey Jade do you know what myspace is ?
Jade00001- No what is it?
Koolmookie00- Myspace is a place to meet new people, talk with friends, and listen to music
Jade00001- That’s cool hey maybe I should get a myspace!
Koolmookie00- Yeah Jade you should get one it’s great !

JD's Blinded Piece
Submitted by bigpoppa24 on October 23, 2008 - 17:38.I look with my eyes
to the back of the room
Something is blinding
me, but I can't seem
to see
I see a glass piece
that seems to be green
Glaring from the rays
of the window
Shining in my
eyes disabling me
to see
I discard the piece
and set my sight free
Free to see what the
future has in stock for me
I see my self as a star
shining so bright
Because of my past
when i removed that
blinding light
Voting
Submitted by BosanskaSelma92 on October 22, 2008 - 12:58.Voting
By Selma Ibrahimovic
Spauling High School, Grade 10
Voting, in my opinion, should be taken very seriously. Election Day is one of those days where everyone, rich and poor, small and big, short and tall, gets to voice his or her opinion.
When people vote, they vote for someone who is going to help them and their families live a better life. No one is going to vote for a candidate who will raise taxes and take more money from them in general, or someone who is not going to help them afford better health care. People want someone who is going to change things from negative to positive, someone like Senator Barack Obama.
Where I'm From
Submitted by sniperking76 on October 17, 2008 - 08:40.I'm from the long fall nights
Riding my dirtbike through the fields
the cool fall wind blowing in my face
I'm from the hot bombs and the candy necklaces
And the little things that made up my childhood
I'm from the beaches in Maine
and the huge Carnival rides we would go on
Which we went camping every year
The long car rides to go on those trips
And the bonfires we used to make and sit around to cook marshmellows!

So Perfect
Submitted by Jayla_b on October 15, 2008 - 18:04.Lying on the grass,
With his head in my lap.
My fingers running through his hair
my thoughts cluttered like a map.
I feel safe and so calm
is this true love?
Everything about it is so pure
just like the white of a dove.
There has never been anything better
I want it to last forever.
I’m always so happy
I won’t feel the same way ever.
Many say it’s just young love
I don’t care we will never be apart.
No matter what happens
you will always be in my heart.
Being a Fresshman
Submitted by brookiek0001 on October 14, 2008 - 12:18.Being a freshman means to me is ,
Being discourage , feeling small , not noticed , being picked last in gym , having to be late 20 minutes for all of my classes , looking at all the senoirs that look older than my parents , not very many friends , people disliking you , and so on .
What does being a freshman mean to you ?
It’s Snowing, It’s Hunting!
Submitted by markc on October 14, 2008 - 09:07. Mark Cappetta
09/08/08
It’s Snowing, It’s Hunting!
I wake up at 5 a.m. and believe me its cold. The wavy frost curls up the window, as if some famous painter was there making a picture. So, I clear a hole but I can see nothing but a white blanket of fresh snow on the ground and nothing but snow falling. I say to myself, “Well, I’m going rabbit hunting and not sitting around doing nothing.” I go in my brothers room to see if he is up, because he is the one to wake me up all the time. But today is different. I wake up my little brother and say, “Joe, we’re going rabbit hunting, get your gear on.”

JD Ran Through The Woods
Submitted by bigpoppa24 on October 7, 2008 - 18:06.JD Fischer
I Ran through the woods,
Face covered by a hood,
The smell of fresh , crisp air,
forest animals giving me a scare,
I am running my fastest,
Not able to see without my glasses,
I am running in fear,
Face covered in tears,
For the people of this land do not want me here,
I do not know why they do not want me here,
I was not hurting anyone,
I was just wandering along, when I saw one,
One of them,
They tried to chase me,
And now everywhere I go,
I feel that no one will ever know,
Know the true me,
I think they will all just chase me along,
For I do not think that there is anywhere that I belong.

Where JD is From
Submitted by bigpoppa24 on October 7, 2008 - 18:00. I am from corner stores and pokemon cards,
From cheap McDonalds toys and tootsie pops,
I am from Brittany Spears and N-Sync ,
From a second story home and a junky Dodge Charger,
I am from jumping in leaf piles and broomstick hockey.
I am from “Space Jam” and Michael Jordan,
From Christina Aguilera and Shania Twain, from
“I know you are but what am I” and the old school
Boston Celtics with Antoine Walker and Paul Pierce.
I am from head surgery as a baby and the rugrats,
From BYSA soccer and the Backstreet Boys, also
From footsie pajamas, fake Santa’s and Coco Puffs.
I AM FROM ME.

Laugh. Sigh. Scream. Cry.
Submitted by TwilightLuver17 on October 5, 2008 - 11:43.I laugh, I sigh,
I scream, I cry,
And yet you stay.
When I ask why,
You laugh and smile,
And think a while.
Then you say
“I love you.”
This makes me laugh,
It makes me sigh
It makes me scream
And makes me cry
And I reply,
“I love you, too.”

Death Knocks On The Door
Submitted by TwilightLuver17 on October 5, 2008 - 11:32.He watches you.
Waits for you.
One day, he will come for you.
Until then,
He picks off the weak,
and watches the poor,
Waiting anxiously,
to knock on their doors.
Be cautious though,
he may knock on yours.

In Love
Submitted by TwilightLuver17 on October 5, 2008 - 10:54.I love being in love,
As much as I hate it.
It’s hard to explain,
But I don’t mistake it.
It’s magical and wonderous,
As it’s scary and mysterious.
Things may blunder us,
But we stay… in love.

So Foolish
Submitted by TwilightLuver17 on October 5, 2008 - 10:50.I sigh and weep,
at the mere thought of you.
I ask myself why?
My answer:
I can’t stand the sight of you.
You lied and mistreated,
Denied and mislead.
Why did I trust you?
My fault, So foolish.
Memories Do Last
Submitted by Phisher101090 on October 3, 2008 - 13:32."It's raining again!" was the first thought that came to mind when I looked out into the oncoming storm. I could already tell that this was going to be a long storm which always ended badly. I really hate being afraid of thunderstorms. They always scared me to the point that I wouldn't leave my house. I have always been afraid, but it's been worse since my best friend, Emily died in one. Hard to believe it has already been three years.

