My Song - Kayla Stack

Deep breath
In, out
Smelling home for the first time
Or what should have been home
But was taken away
In, out
The children are laughing
Smiling, joking
As though it were still summer
But summer is over
In, out
Set down the guitar case
Full of potential
As a girl looks over
Hey, girl
I’ll play you a song
In, out
At last in my homeland
And they’re out of time
Deep breath
In, out
Reach for the trigger
I’ll play you a song

In, out
In, out
In, out
In–

The Most Beautiful Thing In The World-by jose G

has no description

no definition

men's greatest treasure

her beauty cant be measure

bring you happiness

takes away sadness

she would be there till the end

with a kiss

sweetest as candy

she will be your one and only

make her understand

you are her greates friend

she hangs you her hand

and she would say

I love you always

king my burdon

king my burdon, life my joy,

friend of no one, love a toy.

reach beneath the crust to see, what mother nature brings to thee,

hide under the rug for fear, that pawns might comindeer.

rude to pesants, peace is gone

the essence dead, it sleeps through dawn.

reach beneath the crust to see, the burdon that could over take me

king to all is hard on one, so cry until the pain is done.

REGAN WALTON

The Treasure-Finder's Burden

The burden of a treasure-finder

Is more than one may think.

To own a treasure for yourself,

You must first value the thing.

As with a pirate and a treasure chest,

Or a librarian with a book,

Whatever you are after,

You always first must look.

The journey and the paths you take

To find that one true treasure,

Is one that tries the finder

Before rewarding them with pleasure.

A Flowers Burden

Some say i hold great power because i am a flower
All i get to do is stare at the sun; when really i'd rather run
At night it gets dark and I hear a lark
When it rains im opposite of sad
Because my soil is very bad
Its a boring life that i lead
No one knows just what i need
Watch where you step, i live in the ground
Though you will never hear me make a sound

Players Burden

No girl ever meant more than booze

Spend a night with them then you’ll lose

Slippin out quick-out the back door

She wadn’t right for ya if she left

All she was a dirty theft

I want a real girl, blonde with legs up to her chin

That’s how ya know you really win

I want a brunette with library glasses

Not a rich bitch from the upper classes

Problem is I don’t attract the good girls

I get all the bad ones, all the gold diggers

Bring the wrong drink; they’ll pull the gun triggers

I want a girl and need her

Heart-stopping hundred-three degree fever

Where's the Peace?

The Arabs and the Israelis do nothing but fight,

For land, peace, and a god given right.

They are in a conflict only about land,

Which is just a hot dessert full of dry sand.

Americans are helping Israelis build a great wall,

While the Palestinians want the million dollar project to fall.

A possible solution is not with violence,

Both groups need to come together and make an alliance.

To the Snow God

Oh please dear snow god send some snow my way
just an inch or two would make my day
skiing, sledding, snow angels, snowmen
are all things your snowflakes send

When you're not there, it's hard to do
all the things for which my love is true
I'll do a dance, or sing a song,
but holding back is just so wrong!

Love You, My Daughter LBradfield

I felt my heart stop thumping
for that moment when I heard
my daughter had been murdered
by a successful suicide bombers mission.
my head suddenly exploded
with thoughts of how this could happen,
along with the feeling of disbelief.
I hear her soft voice,
from that morning, “bye mom, love you.
I will see you tonight,” as she bidded me goodbye.
little did I know, that was the last time I heard her
and the last time I saw her beautiful being.
her long black hair tied in a high ponytail and her dark skin glowed.
that morning was also the last time I fel her warming touch when she hugged me
and felt her warm luscious lips against my forehead,
like a light butterfly kiss.
remembering my daughter,
made my eyes immediately shed salty tears, angrily yelling and asking God,
“why my daughter, why did this have to happen to her?”

Peace is... By: Carly Fox

Peace isn't marked by prayer flags swaying in the Himalayan breeze,

Or by free-spirited hippies making protests in the sixties.

It is not the absence of pain or fear or stress.

It's being in the midst of those things and acting with poise and finesse.

Peace is a complex idea; it's not given to the naive.

It's given only to those who understand that it's the highest you can achieve.

It has infinite power to reconcile friendship and overcome the power of wars.

Peace is the gift that keeps on giving, always opening up new doors.

soar by marisa beggs

To my best friend
Although your life has ended
Our hearts will forever mend
I have hopes that you will run and play
like you used to back in the day
Realizations of this gentle circle we call life
have made me live and love
Someday we will meet again
and pick up ties where they were
meant to end.

What??

How will it be?
With out You and Me,
Together forever,
When we had to go our seperate ways,
and not together for all the days.
We had enjoyed so much
and will definately miss each
You will sure be missed!
We love You!

After the Fact by Maxx Schaller

Walking the street after school
My eye catches asphalt,
Black and burnt
A crack running down for about 10 feet
A piece of scrap metal,
Sitting alone
My vision drifts to a glimmer of silver:
A sterling locket containing a picture,
An unknown face
Who could this be?
And what of their loved ones?
More importantly, who would commit such an act?
who COULD commit such an act?
They tell themselves paradise awaits
But hell on earth is no fine sight

Depression

The room is empty.
My mind is blank.
The night is warm.
Not knowing what to think.
Hearing the wind being so free.
Made me jealous.
Now thinking if something made real sense.
Being stock in this dark cave.
But i can't control any of these.

Darkness

I hear the chaos of the aftermath.

Sirens are blaring,

Frantic screams are increasing.

The smell of burning scorches my nose

Like the cold air on a winter day.

Smoke clogs my airway.

I feel trapped.

My mouth feels filthy,

It tastes of ash and dirt.

All I see is darkness.

We Want It Our Way: An Israeli Story- Written by Chris Barounos- Performed by Chris Barounos and Cole Pollard

Chris: Yeahahha… The Jews are Liars

Cole: Palestinians start fires

Chris: I hate when you say, we want it our way.

Chris: That we blew ourselves apart

Cole: That you, have ice for hearts

Chris: But lets make a new day, come join in on our way

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: we’re fighting over desert rock

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: We can’t start over and not give a fock.

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: Tell you what, it’s not too late

Chris: So let’s make a new day

Cole: Come join our forces

Chris: Come ride our horses

Together: Decide! It’s not too late, and we’ll have it our way.

Cole: Come say Hi!

Chris: To my neighbor named Morgetai

Cole: Say good-bye!

Chris: To a regime sitting so high.

Cole: Come and buy

Chris: Our olives and our F18’s

Together: We’ll have it our way!

Cole: Now I can see that as long as we live, we’ll have some place to be.

Chris: yeahhahh

Chris: We’ll rename in Canaan, we want you to vote

Together: And you’ll be a part of me!

Chris: We’ll give you, education.

Cole: To be a great nation.

Chris: We are

Cole: WE are

Chris: We are

Cole: We are!

Chris: A new Nation! You’ll have social security.

Cole: You won’t have terror emergencies!

Chris: We’ll have western Twinkies.

Together: We’ll have it our way!

Cole: Tell you what!

Chris: We’ll bomb some place like Paraguay

Cole: Tell you what!

Chris: We’ll explore some place like Mercury

Cole: Tell you what!

Chris: Soon you’ll hear the U.S. say..

Cole: We want it their way.

Cole: Tell me why!

Chris: Ain’t nothin but a party

Cole: tell me why!

Chris: Ain’t nuthin but a mistake.

Cole: Tell me why

Chris: I’m gonna soon hear you say..

Together: We have it our way!

The Victims Regret-Greeko

The buzz of the cafe overwhelms my ears,
the steam blaster, the chatter.
The warm steam from the latte burns
my lips. My mind travels to the fight
I had with my mom this morning.
The posture of the people in the
table next to me changes, an
alarmed look. Then boom the bright,
orange fireball consumes the cafe.
It propels me through the window
with searing pains all through my
body. My life flashes in front of my
eyes, I regret the three words I said
this morning "I hate you."
Now I will never get to take them
back.

Time

Close to no tomorrow

Someone looks to me in sorrow

Hours go by

But still someone looks to me and lies

Minutes and minutes slip away

Trying to find the meaning of everyday

The clock is ticking, feel overpowered by the wave

As I wait, and wait to be saved

A Doll's Burden - Katelyn Ihrig

Stuck in place
can't move a muscle
a smile sits upon my face
I always have to keep my grace
even when my mind is puzzled.
the games we play can be quite fun
until my mommy has to run
and then I sit and wait for hours
until she brings me some flowers
and then our time begins again
with fun and laughter 'til the end.

Adrenalin - allen nunez

here waiting at the bus stop

waiting for the bus

the bus is coming

I can hear the big motor

I get on

I sit like in a pit full of mudd

I look around

I see the fear of people

then i push the button

boom i'm dead

now where are my 72 virnins

Realization

Dry, scorching sand blows around
The bus stop bench frying even my covered legs
The air is bordering on too hot and dry to breathe
I hear incessant conversations around me
Though none directed at me
A man with a blank stare approaches
His massive, black coat looks painfully warm
The bus arrives
He climbs aboard ahead of me and reaches in his pocket
The fear creeps inside of me
As a shadow across the night
Creeping slowly,
Heavily
I realize what is occurring
And then I realize it is too late

A Cubs Fan's Burden - Alan Capistron

When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away
The Cubbies begin to play
In their ivy-covered burial ground

But now they only bring fatigue
While dwelling at the bottom of the national league
The Cubs always seem to disappoint
Winning games just isn’t their strong point.

Cubs fans never seem to catch a break
Winning just one should be a piece of cake
Haunted by billy goats, black cats, and Bartman
The Cubs will never win it all again

Since 1908
The Cubs have not been so great
The boys from Wrigley do their best
But the “Curse of the Billy Goat” will not rest

Light

Why do we hate?
To make us look strong?
When we weren't even weak to begin with

Why do we hate?
To give us more power?
Do we get power when we stand alone?

Why do we hate?
Is it out of revenge?
Since when was darkness able to get rid of darkness

Why do we help?
Is it to be a light?
How many lights would it take to light up the world?

BOOM By: Cameron Arroyo

I walk into a building, people are everywhere
I feel the sweat trickling down my cheek
I hear my heart bea as if it was the beating of a drum
I see a child hug his mother's leg
It brings me to my childhood
I walk to the middle of the room
Time seems to stop
Boom!!!

The Office Worker

Every morning you wake up at five,

You put on your suit and prepare for the drive,

As you walk out the door you say bye to your wife,

While inside your head you think “I hate my life”,

Everyday is the same and you don’t know what to do,

You must quite your job and try something new,

The only problem is, to quite your job your scared,

Your afraid to lose your income and think your unprepared,

So to all you unhappy office workers old an young,

Don’t lose your life to work, for life has just begun,

Take the next step, let your freedom be unfurled,

Just take your family and see the world,