Push me farther
See how far you can
I'm known to explode father
But you keep trying to see it man

Go find someone else to spend time with
You left for over a week
No food or money but I have friends in this
You come back with her now you are weak

She tries to take control of my home
I push back because I'm 17
She is stealing my freedoms like I'm a child in this dome
I still do what I do because I'm almost 18

Every time I leave she said I run away
Here's the thing
I'm strong and I'm shutting down falling away
So let this sting

My mind has lapsed on itself
I am not here when anyone is trying to communicate
That is why I started doing this to myself
There is nothing here because we never communicate

It's been three weeks since I've seen you
Even though I am ONE room away
You see me and say that you miss me, you?
Where is the trash because that line needs thrown away

Now that you left I'm actually trying
I never thought that opening my mind would be so hard
I cannot talk to people even when  I'm trying
It's killing me but I'm strong and I've learned not to care about my cards.

Devyn

Rooted Deep

I am from the old porch swing
From grandpa's work bench and fisher price
I am from the brick walls
Red, rough
It looked like the dim glow of a dying fire
I am from the ever greens
The Alf Alfa and thistles
Who's purple and pink blossoms pop like fireworks
from the green stems of spring
I'm from fishing and bellowing belly laughs
From Iola and Jack
And Adrene
I'm from the talks a lot
And stubborn as a mule
From behave and
Hurry up
I'm from His ever saving grace
Raining down on me to wash away my sins
I'm from Scotland
Porridge and kippers
From the flames my brother battled when he burnt Mac and cheese
The blood that dripped on the fence post when my dad almost lost his thumb
Above my night stand
Resting from the long day of smiles
United, a family
I am from the smells of homemade apple pie
Baked with love
And devoured with a smile.

Bri

Spring Returning

 Life springing back
Jumping through the prairie
Running towards me

Standing tall and brown 
Waiting my turn 

The grass turning green
Growing fresh and anew
The tress beginning to bloom 

I'm standing, waving and waiting
Hopping you'll remember me

The river gurgling over yonder
Reminding me your near

My eyes are clearing the fog of winter
My arms waking with the warm wind
My legs, the green returning

A milkweed born a new, with a seed of hope

AC

Running through the forest late at night
I feel lost for the first time in my life
No memory of how I got there
It feels like one of those dreams that seems real
I have no idea how to feel
At peace with myself out in the wilds
Or lost in hatred for the cards dealt to me
That pushed me here
Lost between the lines of serenity and despair
I decide to hide under the exposed roots of a mass pine
I wait for first light but nothing ever comes
It feels like I am not even on this world
So quiet so dark so empty
After sitting there I decide to look flammable objects
I found tree sap a big branch and tore my shirt
I made a torch so I could see just a little better
But what I see makes me regret lighting the torch
In a circular motion I turn
Seeing them all around me
All facing me
The children are everywhere
I drop the torch and run
But I never make it out

Devyn

Push the pedal lower
Your finally hitting 120
Don't be afraid of the power
Push the car faster
Took you long enough to hit 180
What's wrong
You look like a sick song
Push the pedal down
It's not wrong
This car will never leave the ground
Now we're getting somewhere
210 i knew you could do it

Devyn

Isn't it funny that the friends you start with May not always be the ones that stick with you?

Freshmen year thinking I have these friends forever 

But as you go through highschool you sometimes grow apart

By the time you're a senior you usually end up with completely new friends

I am very thankful for every friend I have or had

But the friends I have now I wouldn't trade for the world

KDH

An unexpected incident
Optimus prime

One day I was told that I was to spend the week at my uncle andy's house ( he's the one that has 10 kids). I was excited to be able to spend time with my 7 cousins that can actually talk. when I arrived an exact two and a half hours from when I left my house, I was swarmed with my 5 smaller cousins. I couldn't wait for the time of excitement ahead. we usually wander the pasture, make fun movies with my phone, play guns, play football. we had a good time.
until one day my cousins and I went to their cousins house to jump on the trampoline. so we were bouncing and jumping and flipping. I decided to do a flip. I told my cousins to look out as I rolled, just as I rolled one of my cousins, dayton he's 12 got in my way and my foot made contact with his gut. he instantly hit the floor and started crying. I thought it was a crotch kick so I started stretching his legs, he begged me to stop because I guess it hurt too much. we took him inside my cousin's cousins house. we laid him in the basement because there was also a severe thunderstorm warning in the area. after we lay him there we went back outside to watch the weather and it began hailing, we picked up some quarter to ping pong size hail. we scurried back inside because the winds were picking up. we returned to the basement to check on dayton and he had thrown up all over the couch we laid him on. he wouldn't stop throwing up, so we moved him to the bathroom.
after the weather had cleared my uncle andy picked us up and took us back to his house. they took dayton to the doctor, and long story short; it turns out that I had accidentally kicked a hole in his small intestine and he was headed to emergency surgery in kearney pediatrics. I went home after that day feeling absolutely terrible about myself.
well anyways looking back two years ago, my cousin dayton and I laugh at what happened. oh and by the way he's ok now.                          

Shooting Stars

If I could catch shooting stars on my tongue
Instead of snowflakes,
The fire you breathe wouldn't burn me,
The oxygen in the air
Would no longer fuel your false words,
And you'd tuck your tail between your legs
And every shot I cast back
Would be a bullet you ate.
Wait 'till it rains, go stand in my pain,
Every tear drop-acid in your veins,
But you wouldn't be high,
You'd wish to die,
You'd say you're fine, but I see you.
You have no idea, this is how I feel.

A.H.

Tough Love

Remembering the time of hatred Hoping it would go away But when I look into your devilish eyes I just want to say I'm just another human being. I scream at the pain that was dealt towards me, I feel like I don't deserve to be alive, You say I'm unworthy, incompetent, and soulless, You say I don't belong, But I'm just another human being. Wishing that the pain would subside Wanting to run and hide Knowing that it is impossible to make it stop, Being punished for the things I've done, I'm just another human being Screaming as I am dealt pain, Feeling like I don't deserve love and compassion, Called unworthy, incompetent, and soulless, Can't belong, won't belong, will never belong, I'm just another human being. Abuse is an ongoing, worldwide fault, But together, we can stop the assault. Hiding behind falsified expressions, Putting up a wall, We all have one thing in common, That we all just want to bawl, Let's turn away from the pain, and make one last call!

Ck

Where I'm From

I am from dusty ball gloves,
     from Wilson and Neosporin.
I am from the oak-trimmed windows,
     Cracked open, crisp breeze, white embroidered curtains,
     Painting the prairie grasses and barbed wire fence
I am from capturing silky white fuzzies,
     The cotton wood trees,
     Towering, shading, rattling.
I am from the loamy sand,
     Absorbing the sun's waves,
     Enveloping bare toes.
I am from daring adventures
     From climbing to weak branches
     From yelling down badger nests
     From teasing the bull
     From skating the brittle ice of the pond.

I am from slap jack and dumb blonde jokes,
     From traces of dark red hair and short stature.
I am from the ticking bomb of impatience, and
    From holding your own, having each others' backs,
    Good times and bad, chaos and calm waters.

From you're cruisin for a bruisin and
     You'll be in worse trouble at home.
I'm from Amen before meals,
      Behave in Sunday School or else.

I'm from the fjords of Scandinavia,
      From famine-struck Ireland,
      From the streets of Germany,
      From the settlers of a new nation.
From warmed lefse and Norwegian rice pudding,
      The Christmas time favorites.
From the pennies Grandpa shamefully picked off a gym floor
From the red-haired, red-faced boy Grandma spotted at that game.
From a first date photo posted to the fridge.

I am from country-kid adventures,
    Falling and learning from mistakes,
Falling back on the family
    Who raised me after taking their days
One adventure at a time.

Ha

Where I'm From

I am from mud boots,
From homemade bread and peanut butter.
I am from front porch swingin', big pillows, and furry dogs that sound like echoing howls in the middle of the night.
I am from sunflowers that bloom in the summer,
the pine tree
Whose arms grasp out to poke you.
I am from tubing and sledding with papa Steve.
I'm from the hot Christmas sugar cookies.
From eat up! And go back for seconds!
I'm from early Sunday Mass
That fills my craving soul.
I'm from shit on the shingle
And fried chicken.
From the dent in my brothers ear,
The scar he gave me right back.
I am from endless summer nights
And countless hours playing the game I love...

ES

Lost Sense

One day of my life,
I want to lose all the pain,
Forget all of my humanity,
Seem almost immortal,
The scars and cuts show,
I feel free and alive,
I can feel no pain,
I touch the stove,
There is no heat,
The blister shows,
I have no pain,
I jump off the bails,
I land on my hand,
Blood rushes,
I don't feel the pain,
I feel free,
I don't need this,
I want to be free,
One day
The pain will go away.

Mr. Dodge

I steal...

I steal memories: cherished ones, prized ones, and the ones that make a person who the are. I can be sneaky like death and I can hit you so hard that you don't even know who you are anymore. I hold memories of the past, but I don't leave my victims high and dry. I create false memories and take the real ones.

Kell

Fresh

She walks out into the fresh air, and breathes in life
The streets scattered with orange leaves
She knows she can look forward to this for a month
The trees dropping small pieces of color
Branches holding on when the wind blows, showing unwavering strength
Chimney smoke pouring out of houses brings her back to the beginning

The good 'ole days at the beginning
Her veins full of new life
Inside her body she could feel brave strength
It seems as though the bad things in her life go, just leave
Bringing all the new shades of happy color
Back to her cheeks, never fading month after month

And as the years go by, month after month
She finds herself at another new beginning
The trees budding, bright green color
Spring brings happiness and new life
All around, the trees full of flowers, leaves
Mother Nature shows that beauty, is strength

Showing her that she too has unwavering strength
Doing what she has to, to stay ahead each month
Even as the good things goes, just leaves
Giving her yet another new beginning
Another chance to live her life
And give the world some much needed color

The brightness that she brings, the color
Gives the world a chance to show true strength
To show the rest that we love life
Like she does, and after every month
We give ourselves a change, a youthful beginning
And we make the good stay and the bad leave

This time, it's the good and bad together that let her leave
And she paints the world with the colors
Of her past, and shows them there's always a new beginning
And that hardships give us unwavering strength
Like the tress have in the windy month
Sheltering all those around them, giving them life

So at the fresh beginnings of every month
Let the past leave bright colors, so joyful
That everyone knows the strength of your only life.

KZ

Memories for a Grandchild

Here is where I first saw her, eating cotton candy at the fair.

There is where I first talked to her, it took a lot of guts.

Here is where we had our first date, we went to the drive in.

There is where we had our first kiss, it was like fireworks.

Here is where we were married, a small country church.

There is where our first house was, we spend hours fixing it up.

Here is where we grew our corn, before everything was bought up by big corporate farms.

There is where your grandma’s chickens were, they were sure a pain.

Here is where your mother was born, she was the most beautiful child I had ever seen.

There is where she first rode a horse, man was I proud.

Here is where I first took her fishing, and now I bring you.

z

Life

It's getting to be the time of year that everyone begins to itch. Gold Bond can't cure this itch, it's the itch of spring fever! That beautiful time of year where everyone gets excited. It signifies the end of school for kids, and the start of my favorite season of all. Storm season.

Nothing gets me going quite like the though of laying in bed and hearing the rhythmic drumming of raindrops on my window, or the soothing claps of thunder high overhead. These soothing sounds are better than any lullaby if could ever hear. Of course being in what's known as "Tornado Alley" there are always dangerous storms to look out for, but if you are smart, you can enjoy the beauty of those thunderheads rolling in.

I'm not sure what it is about watching those white giants tumble into the prairie, but it is the most awe inspiring sights to see. Watching them smash and crash into each other is as if watching titans fight on Mount Olympus. Storm hold such power in their beauty. Something that comes in so elegant is also on of natures most deadly killers. With the ability to level homes and schools, but calm enough to put people like me to sleep, thunderstorms are God's gift to humans.

On the prairie, agriculture is THE way of life, but many times Mother Nature could care less. There are many years where the weather is too hot for crops to grow. Farmers pray and look to the sky for those life giving clouds. Weeks can go by before their prayers are answered. Creeks and ponds go dry, water is conserved so the plants get every thirsty drop they can get. When the skies open up and let down those heavenly tears, all is well.

Z

Stolen

I steal.  I steal hearts of desire.  The ones that are so fragile that only need someone to swoop in to put them back together.  Those who are so lost at that moment in time where they will emotionally attach to anything that will stay with them.  Desire.  Loneliness.  Security.  Love?  I steal feelings and opportunity.  When the feeling burns deep within for someone or something.  Passion, the ache in a heart that was separated from the one who steals.  Steals hearts of desire.  Opportunity that slips away from under the hearts.  Suddenly everything that was once possible, once free, is washed away, stripped to the heart.  All of it, gone.  All disappeared, taken by the one who steals.  I steal.

JayZ

Busy little bees

Advanced Creative Writing has been busy this last month with larger projects.  For two weeks, members worked on developing a creative short story using the Google Earth extension known as Tour Builder.  As guinea pigs, there were bound to be a few hiccups along the way, but the results were incredible!  Tour builder basically gave the kids the ability to use a 3D earth to plot points, as well as adding pictures or video if they wished to their stories.  Pilots, plane crashes, bucket list traveling, Ancient Egyptian pottery, and college baseball were just some of the many focal points of their creations.

The class also had Mrs. Blocher for a sub while I was away at a conference; she introduced a song writing assignment that is also showcasing the unbelievable talent of this group.  Sometimes there is nothing more satisfying than finishing a writing piece you never thought possible.

And today?  Well, the combination of Friday + beautiful weather = crazy yet happy students...and who doesn't enjoy that interesting blend once and a while?!

Our class celebrated the day by opening up windows, basking in the fresh air and playing a fun group game that forces creativity in a short amount of time.  After laughing so hard that our many were near tears, it was mutually decided that laughter truly is the best medicine!
 The last bell of the day echoes through the halls, which empty faster than usual...the call of the sun is strong!

Wishing all a reviving, happy filled weekend! :)

~Ms. O

Where I Learned

Here I walked for the first time on the worn old carpet, grey when I last seen it, but it started off white.
Here I watched learning by watching, not by asking questions,
Here I sat in the sanoma with my grandpa listening to stories and sharing cookies.
Here I stood on the lonely tall hill, but I'm not alone I'm surrounding by the dogs I grew up with.
Alone here I sat in full camo waiting for the perfect deer, and on the ground an hour later I stood smiling at the 5+5 cleaning it.
Here I ran through hay as tall as me tripping and falling but running as fast as I can.
Here Sam and I in the hot shed with the door open, got my pickup cleaned up the first time I bought it.
There I, walked down the halls to class surrounded by pure strangers, now some friends, and some enemies.

Mr. Dodge

A Simple Holocaust Family

Ring around the rosie

They sat in a vase on our kitchen as the men burst into our house, forcing us out as they beat father over the head repeatedly, accusing him for nothing but the fact he was a Jew

A pocket full

Was less than what we could take as we grabbed what we could before we were separated and shoved into the back of trucks. I can still hear the screaming of those around me and feel the tears that hit my sleeve while I sat curled in the back of the truck wondering what was happening to life around me

of posies

were the only thing visible in the field around us. They seemed to wither, the closer we got to our future destination. If only I would have realized they were a warning of what was to come. They were foreshadowing the loss of life in the land ahead. I had heard horror stories of this… I knew what was to come

Ashes

Rained from the sky as we pulled up into camp.

The flames, I could see them, pouring from the tops of the buildings.

Pulling, they sorted us this way and that. Judging us like we were nothing but an item. I was shoved into one line of thin women.

Ashes

I could smell the burning flesh the closer I got to the building with fire. This can’t be happening. I caught a glimpse of my mother and little sister being shoved into those buildings before me. Screams leaked from the very heart of that stone building. We were forced to stand and listen to them suffer. Mother, sister...

Ashes

MONSTERS! MONSTERS! Do they not see the evil they’re doing? Make it stop! Please someone, make it stop.

We all

Were being shoved like cattle into that small room, forced to stand above the bodies that lay on the cold cement ground below.

Fall

Lord, PLEASE! This can’t be happening. How? Why? I can’t breath. The pain is intolerable, the heat is unbearable. My lungs are burning, skin is blistering. Where is my mother? My Father?

Wait, I see them now, and sister too.

Down

Bri

Remembering Him

I remember him
The love he had
The compassion for others
His hobby of fishing

I remember him
His beautiful tenor voice in the choir
His dedication to the Chruch
His joy of gardening

I remember him
The talks we had on the deck
While he smoked, the stories he told
The way he ate from his garden

I remember him
When he sent me to dig
An onion or pick a tomato
When he mowed for June

I remember him
His gardens, oh the produce,
Junes beautiful flowers, and strawberries
All the things he did for us

I remember him
The time he spent with his children
The love he had
The compassion he had

I remember Grandpa Bob
The love we had for him
The time cut too short

I remember

AC



 

Unicorns are rainbows

Unicorns are rainbows
Because unicorns fly
You see them flapping up into the clouds
You can smell the rainbow
Taste the unicorn
Feel its fur
Jack at Paris
Some unicorns can't fly
The unicorn is falling YOLO
"The white Unicorn of Rainbow"
The unicorn that couldn't fly hit the ground and didn't die!
Ron witnessed this
The unicorn would have been astonished of his doings
"El unicornio she callo del cielo"
Said the Latin man
The Eiffel Tower said whoah!
Unicorns are rainbows

Optimus prime