Poems by Marilyn Alexiuk, Grace Jordet,Damien Larson, Davis Butler, Ashley Watts, Emma Waling, and Zachery Wensloff.
Black Birds
by Marilyn Alexiuk
It’s a dark bird
Scattering from tree to tree
Leaving behind smoky feathers,
A mark of its presence.
Always singing,
But leaving and screaming
When anyone
Gets too close.
It’s content to be alone.
It can always be heard,
Morning, noon, and night.
Constantly nagging at your mind.
It’s everywhere,
Hopping in the street,
Sitting the tree,
Flying in the sky.
Ever-present depression.
JOY
By: Grace Jordet
Joy is like water
You can have both
And feel refreshed
Or you can lack on you’re
Intake and feel dehydrated
Some people have a
Plentiful amount
Some people’s bucket
Is bone dry
Some people’s joy is
Pure and clean
Other’s is dirty
And contaminated.
MICHIGAN
By: Grace Jordet
It is like this
Not quite the ocean
But the waves made
Me feel like it could be
Standing on the
Beach the cold
Water lapping at my legs
I thought to myself how
One day I would like
To call this home.
A rock and Friendship
By: Damien Larson
There they sit, unmoving
Undeniably safe to look at
They can be really big or really small
Then after many years the break
They aren’t easy to put back together.
Atlas the company
By: Damien Larson
Aphid
Tough
Luminous
Acrylic
Stopper
Curses you to your death.
The Storm
By: Davis Butler
The Morning.
It was beautiful.
The sun was shining through the leaves on the trees.
There was a slight breeze.
It was beautiful.
But then,
An hour later,
The storm hit.
It was loud.
It was terrifying.
The breeze quickly began to speed up.
Trees were falling.
Small rivers began to form in the yard.
A few hours past and the storm only got worse.
The storm.
Oregon
By: Davis Butler
It’s hot.
Very hot.
Everyday.
The river is cluttered with people.
The river is filled with pure water from the mountain.
It is like this.
T-Shirt
By Ashley Watts
The shirt hanging in the closet
That wants to go out but almost never does.
“I want to see the world.”
It thinks.
It wants to be worn
To the beach
To concerts
To school
To the movies
On a date
To feel the wind
To soak up the sun
To be complimented on its colors
To be appreciated.
It does not want to sit in a dusty closet on the same hanger
It does not want to get its hopes up
Saying
“Maybe today will be my turn.”
And being let down when another shirt is chosen.
It wants to be let out
“I want to see the world.”
Relax
by Emma Waling
Chill out on the couch
Maybe shut your eyes
Don’t think,
Don’t move,
Don’t create strain,
Just rest and do nothing.
Relax.
It’s peacful where you are.
Jealousy Like a Christmas Tree
by Emma Waling
We take out a christmas tree occasionally
We decorate the branches with memories
We walk around, careful not to touch
We clean the mess
We leave it up longer than indended
Food
By: Zachery Wensloff
Food
Found
Out in the
Open to
Devour
Life of a snowmobile
by Zach Wensloff
As it sits away over the summer in a shed doing nothing but waiting. It knows that it must wait or it could hurt itself. But when the first snowfall comes it rider follows. When the rider pulls the rope waking the little beast under the hood and as they travel away from that horrible trap of a shed it releases the anger it built up over the summer.
