How I wish to fly

photo of clouds

Tick tock 1 o’ clock

I feel the breeze from the dock

Can’t sleep! no I won’t

The moon shining on my face I imagine flying off to space

Oh how I wish to fly

Jump out the window and go up high

Where no one will find me just for one night

Though I feel sad and gloomy because I can’t truly fly

Imagine how cool it would it be to go up into the sky

Through clouds and clouds just passing by

While the world is asleep, nice and quiet

I wish to sneak out through my window

Without any riot

Oh how I wish to fly

Sumaiya R 7thgrade


A Winter Walk

image of froze lake in winter

the lake calls out in the back of my eyes

brutally blue, cupped in hills of gold

fenced with thin pines, fragile in the cold

my legs ached, my ears numbed, and my nose ran

on the water, whitecaps formed and died

I trotted back along the dam


the lake calls out in the back of my mind

the foam looked glorious on the cobalt water

my cheeks burned red, the wind cut through my bones

the sunlight broke like fire around the hills

a few tough birds flew, calling harsh and low

I turned around and we all headed home.


By TJ Lawrence

An Elegy

image of red rose with quill

Tonight I will stand for you even though you have fallen

Your life may have ended but the light you brought with you is immortal

For you I will never let my heart sink in despair

So, I will never waste the positivity you have planted in our hearts

But to mourn you for one second I shall stand in the darkness with you until you dropped deeply enough your burdens will have left you

In this your mark is branded on our hearts

Even though you lie elsewhere

This is my attempt at a very abbreviated elegy. An elegy is basically a reflective poem typically for when someone has died. You could compare it to a eulogy except an elegy is more reflective and obviously in a poem format.

If you want to read some elegies, I have a website for you:



I’m not posting art today. Instead, here’s a poem! I’m not that good at writing poems, and this one is way too fake-deep, but I’m working to become better.

My friends, I know,

Are the only ones I



Then, why do I

Always feel so



But at home, I have “friends”

Who can never



And they’ll stay,

Guarding my



The saddest thing

About all of this must



The only way to escape




Is to hold “those friends”

Who mean the world to



Though, they are just

Reflections on a


Hannah, 9th grade



sunrise, in the key of lonely


I love when the sunrise isn’t just average

cotton candy pastels are a dime a dozen now

and Technicolor sunrise is a bit too bright for me


I much prefer:

pale and luminous light on the film of water

left clinging to the ground after a rain

when detached from the world, I can sit calmly

and watch the road slide smoothly by

like an oil slick or an opal,

shimmering with soft flame


And also when:

the sky goes muted with the coming sunrise

and the world tinges sepia and purple

like an ancient photograph

of an empty city

and the ghosts in my headphones

are too powerful to ignore


But I’ve forgotten

about the beauty of the silent sunrise

when the sun slips up red as poppies

flaring in the sky like someone painted

dragon fire on the horizon



the full moon, sitting over my neighbor’s attic

self-assured and aloof

pinned onto the velvet night

far fairer than the sun, and far colder.

And sometimes it’s the crescent moon

like a baby’s cradle in the sky-river

Or no moon at all

no harmony to the sun’s melody


Finally, the morning star.

most like me, the same every day –

patiently waiting

for the celestial bus.

The Scariest Place in the World


Hi guys! Instead of art today, I have decided to submit in a poem I made about two years ago. Looking back on this, it seems a lot darker than anticipated…

Oh, somebody help me!
I’m in a scary room!
My tongue is slowly drying out,
I’m now facing my doom.

I stare into the bright lights,
As they continue to blind me.
Then things couldn’t get any worse,
A person walks behind me.

They are equipped with sharp tools,
And a scary mask too!
The person gets their big drill,
I don’t know what to do.

They do their special work on me,
I don’t know how it helps!
The horrible taste in my mouth,
It makes me want to yelp.

This is the worst place ever!
The worst place on my list.
I never want to go there again,
The place known as the dentist.


Umbrellas in the Rain


It’s always raining.

Every time I look out the window it is raining.

But I see that people still go out in the perpetual storm.

They all have umbrellas to keep them dry.


All different colors,

All different shapes,

And all different sizes.

But they all have umbrellas.


The skies are always gray,

Like someone blew a large breath of smoke into the stratosphere.

But I see that people still go out in the eternal grayness.

They all have umbrellas to block their views.


It’s cold but they wear jackets.

It’s dark but they use flashlights.

It’s disappointing but they still have a shred of hope.

It’s raining outside but we all have umbrellas.