Arts +Poetry

Not As It Seems

5/2/2022

By: Morgan Tiro, 12

The sparkling sun shines in the sky

You see the seagulls passing by

The waves are crashing into the coast

But the sound is often loved the most

The ocean smells like home to me

It’s crisp, it’s fresh, it’s where I want to be

The air is salt upon my lips

I take it in, savoring the sips

The sand, it shimmers in the light

The glistening glass is a glorious sight

I feel the warmth beneath my feet

A wonderful feeling, as we meet

Don’t be deceived, by her desire

The depths are something you should not admire

For within her soul is darkness and pain

Don’t let your lust be her gain

Drowning

4/13/22

By: Anonymous, 12

As my feet bounce off of the diving board, the springs underneath my feet propel me into the air and the wind blows my hair back, away from my face. This quick movement feels more like a slow motion clip from a movie, and minutes later, I have descended into the eight foot deep end of the cement pool. Time stops, and around me everyone is moving fast. The bubbles from the splash move about all around me, the other people are jumping in, swimming out, and floating there, above the surface. All the while, I am there, frozen, left to watch everything unfold around me. The water becomes heavy and pushes me down to the bottom of the pool. No matter how hard I try, I can't bring myself up. My eyes are closed, obscuring me from physically seeing anything yet my mind flashes images behind my eyelids of my piles of homework, my unread messages, my work schedule, my upcoming presentation. While I try to conjure a strategy for getting out of the water, I can see only these images, hear the words, and feel the pressure. I'm drowning. I can feel the water spilling into my ears and my nose, filling my head. It feels like I may explode. I can't contain it any longer, and on the inside, I am dying. I am shaking and my heart is pounding. Yet, on the outside, nobody notices. Their lives go on, they swim about in this giant pool, leaving me there, to bring myself to the surface.

Time

4/11/22

By: Anonymous, 12

i’d always assumed that by the time i had to decide my future,

i would know what i wanted it to look like,

but now that i’m here,

it’s just a blur.

i’m supposed to have my life planned out by now, right?

to know where i’ll end up in twenty years,

and to be okay with leaving everything i know behind,

and move on to what comes next.

but how would they feel if they knew i don’t want to?

if i said i wasn’t ready?

if i said all i really wanted was go back in time,

to when 2022 was just a number,

and eighteen felt like a lifetime away,

not three months.

i just want more time.

where i am,

right here, right now.

i just want more time.

before being afraid doesn’t matter anymore,

before i have no choice but to grow up,

i just want more time.

Amante

4/8/22

By Rebecca Edwards, 7

My heart beats for their name

They’re voice remains in my mind

They’ll always remain in my thoughts

From when I wake in the morning

To when I cry at night

Forest greenery

4/6/22

By: Lily Collorone, 7

Deep into the wood

In the forest greenery

I remain still lost in it’s many twists and turns

I wonder if I’ll ever find my way out of this forest greenery

Or if my story will remain untold

I check around to see if my time’s run out

And still I tend to find

When I’m at rest

This strange forest is only in my mind.

La Lluvia

4/4/22

By: Nayara Miranda, 7

A lukewarm autumn breeze

Their hair mimicking the amber trees,

“La Lluvia, Mi Lluvia.”

Lighting up their world

With no umbrella, no raincoat,

It wasn't an idea, nor was it a behest.

Crystal mirrors as shadows,

Drip Drop. Drip Drop.

Softly in the mist, mimicking the falling leaves from the amber trees,

“La Lluvia, Mi Lluvia.”