The End Of School

The End of School

By Xavier Hanna

School is like a train

Charging at you like a bullet

Hitting you like a brick when you notice that your essay is due tomorrow,In school you

Over analyze everything your amazingly

Over beautiful crush says, the

Love of your life

In school you

Superspeed through every

Obstacle life throws at you, your

Volatile and blow up at the slightest annoyment ,but

Even though middle school is tough it's still

Radically sad when it ends and you and your friends go your seperate ways

Then you don't want to leave,

Ordinarily summer is happy but leaving your friends behind that last

Day is

Absolute torture, knowing that

You might never see them again, knowing that their gonna be in another state

or another school,

or another country. The end of the year is both the happiest time and the saddest and that is

why this poem is dedicated to my best friends who I will miss for the rest of

my life.

GOODBYE.

Another Civilization

Lines and wholes on sticks. They may not seem like much but they are created by a whole other civilization as great as ours. What message could they be trying to tell us. Might they be wondering wether we are wondering the same. Just imagine if we shared the same language. We humans could progress working together to the extremes, and advance agriculture farther then we ever had before. And they could create better means of transportation, and together we could send rockets far beyond the moon... If only we could understand each other.

          Note to self


I am a perfectionist 
lines need to be straight 
handwriting needs to be neat 
every thing needs to perfect

but there is no place
no time 
no person 
no letter
no line 
that is perfect

every tree
every bee
every bird
every wing
every gust of wind
every ray of sun 

they all have
flaws
faults
errors
typos
mistakes
imperfections

nothing is perfect


                    get 
                   over 
                    it, 
                   koya

     
       -Koya 

     

Ode to Dandelions

Why Do You
Have To Be
So Annoying-
You Infect
Everywhere
You Go But
You Can Be
So Pretty-
After Awhile
You Turn To 
A Pile
Of Seeds That 
Blow In The
Wind- You
Look So Pretty
But Die So Sad
And Yet
You're Still
Annoying-




- Julia Wiley