Writing From Roseau

Poems by Kera Grindahl, Lyle Lisell, Garon Schumacher, Mia Sikorski, Sean O’Connor, Isaac Moser, and Morgan Boroos.

In My World

By: Kera Grindahl

 

Everyone feels like they have to belong to a group.

Weather it is based off of popularity or friendliness.

Many of these groups are reluctant to allowing new people.

Outsiders is their own group.

Many don’t want to be in this group.

They are put there by not choice, by not wanting the same things.

You grow away from those friends

Find yourself alone.

Not wanted by anyone.

No one to talk to.

No one to keep your secrets.

You bottle up your feelings.

You being to become angry like a ticking time-bomb.

You breakdown in your room alone.

You begin to feel all the pain you once didn’t feel.

You have nowhere to go.

You hide from all the pain.

You begin to feel hatred for yourself.

You begin to see all your flaws over your qualities.

You don’t know what to do anymore.

 

Home

By: Kera Grindahl

 

It’s like this,

Broken down sheds.

Places to hide from your feelings.

Places you find yourself going when in your darkest times.

Puppies scattered everywhere,

Looking for love and attention.

You watch them as you play with them,

Hoping it’s enough to make you feel good.

 

“Stars”

By Lyle Z. Lisell

 

Stars

Stars

Six or seven stars

Not far

The stars

Move

Across the sky

 

Dark

By Lyle Z. Lisell

 

Deep in the

Abyss, Looking, for the

Right

Kill.

 

Roseau

By Isaac Moser

 

I didn’t know I’d miss

The five minute drive home

Letting me clear out my head

And my thoughts

 

I didn’t know I’d miss

This school

Seeing your bestfriends everyday

And screwing around in every single class

 

I didn’t know I’d miss

The backroads

Driving around with friends

Listening to music

 

I’d didn’t know I’d miss

Roseau

The place where I was born and raised

The place that I am lucky to call home.

 

FAST

By Isaac Moser

 

Frantically running, swaying your

Arms, Nothing but

Speed, Hoping to get the best

Time possible.

 

Fall

By Sean O’Connor

 

Leaves on the trees

 

falling as if the trees are weeping

 

The hue of the fallen brightly make the bare trees well known

 

The somber white noise

 

The interruption of crunching leaves

 

The light essence of the bleak breeze

 

The lack of a particular smell but recognizable nevertheless.  

 

Sad

By Sean O’Connor

Depression is like a cake

It layers up until

It becomes too heavy to support itself.

 

Listen

By: Morgan Boroos

 

Listen to the pack back zippers.

 

Listen to the quiet scribbling of pencils rushing to get all their ideas written. Accompanied by the squeal of mechanical pencils as their lead slowly shortens leaving words on the once plain page.

 

Listen to the fluttering of paper and the pink rubbery erasers quickly scratching off the mistakes made by a panicky pencil.

 

Wonder

By: Morgan Boroos

We zone

Out, to ponder

New

Dreams that capture

Every one of our hopes, and

Renew our spirits.

 

Sun

By Mia Sikorski

 

        Be like the sun,

 

Something you can depend on

 

To bring light to the darkness

 

        Be like the sun.

 

      

Summer

By Mia Sikorski

 

I didn’t know i loved summer air brushing my face as i’m driving on dirt roads listening to music

I didn’t know i loved the two stop lights symbolizing how small the town really is

I didn’t know i loved familiarity.

 

Wings

By Garon Schumacher

Wings

First flight from the nest

Away from home

Overwhelming

Complicated

Isn’t it wiser to forget the whole idea?

 

Mom

By Garon Schumacher

Strength

Warmth

Love

Caring

Supporting

Number one fan.

 

 

 

 

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