Flowers

Her hope was a fragile flower

The flowers were blue, they walked away on July 21

The bright royal blue flowers began swaying in the wind

Birds singing their songs and chattering at each other

You could smell the freshly mown grass from next door

The tangy and sour lemonade on my tongue

The soft moist dirt cooling my toes down

Looking at the blue flowers I could practically feel the fat raindrops falling down

Looking through the flowers at the Berkeley Rose Garden I saw Taylor Swift filming her next music video

The sweet, sweet taste of lemonade is my favorite

I can't stand the taste of sweet lemonade

Taylor looked like she was throwing major shade in her song

Flowers smell good, so do people, flowers make people smell good

We have to leave now or the lobsters will start to walk out

The blue flowers of sadness are as ugly as the red flowers of hate

The path was as straight and clear as could be

But I decided to scale the invisible flower hedge instead

Sister Sue was crazy, Layne just practically jumped over the whole wall

She will quickly become lost though

The blue sun looked down droopily

Flowers are the most beautiful when they are gone

Oú les fleurs fleurissent , l’espoir

Where flowers bloom so does hope

The flower danced wildly in the sun

The fragile flower looked brittle as it carefully swayed in the wind

~L.Sue

Caged Pheonix

I want to do something.  My heart is leaping out of my chest begging to go somewhere, be someone. Just to go on an adventure and not care. Just to have fun with not a worry in the world. To be carefree and happy. I want this so much it hurts not doing it. I look out into the night sky and it is reaching out, pushing me to go. Urging me to be a wild child,  to let loose for once. To fly. To be myself and not care what anybody else thinks.

But then reality sets in. My heart retreats back in on itself, telling me that I can't, I won't. To stay in my cage, to be safe. Just to be content and over analyze my life. To be anxiety driven and depression bound. This hurts so much doing this. I look out at the sky and it pushes me back home, telling me to stay. Urging me to be normal, to be easily missed. To blend in and fade into the distance like everything else.To fall. To exile myself for dying to live.

~ Yours Truly

Road Trip

We have to make sure we leave at one.

Road work next 6 miles, already...ugh.

Why are boys so loud?

Welcome to Thedford… halfway there.

Be quiet please.

Welcome to Chadron.     

Be careful bike crossing.

Turned onto mammoth highway.

SHHHHH

Murray Antoinette is to your right.

Welcome to Keystone.

We can't be late! Board train at 2:15.

Stay seated at all times. Have a nice trip!

~R.N.

Mysterious Love

Love is a journey that is a risk to take.

Love is a closed door that can burst at any moment.

Love is open and welcoming.

But bro don't mistake love as an easy thing.

Sister has never found this love.

Love causes people to die but also live.

Love can feel bitter.

Love can feel sweet.

Will People say the word love?

Я люблю тебя (I love you)

hugging love seems like a faint dream.

Something that is of the impossible.

Love can kill with the slightest touch.

Love is a rose, beautiful on the outside but also ugly.

Thorns can poke you and bring you down.

Hate can bring you down.  

Romeo and Juliet in Verona the perfect love story.

Love hesitates at commitment not always following through.

The door will open to let someone in.  

The door opens will you let love in?

~Justine

The Little Girl in the Driveway

“Come on Lauren I have a game in 2 weeks, we need to hit the driveway.¨

Oh my did this little girl love her big brother.

There was nothing that girl loved more than Tyler, except for her jersey.

That jersey was Tyler's old football jersey.

She cherished that jersey.

Her mom couldn't cut that jersey off of her if she tried.

Everyday after school those two would spend hours in the driveway,

Bags put aside, balls flying everywhere, bruises, scrapes,

which would all would lead up to be great memories.

Just a little girl in a jersey with her big brother.

Shooting hoops, playing one on one, anything you could possibly imagine.

That little girl couldn't be happier.

They were two peas in a pod.

That little girl sat there in her jersey just begging for her brother's car to speed up the driveway

everyday at 5 o'clock.

But eventually the car stopped coming.

Tylers schedule got busier,

and events taking place in the driveway began to fade away.

¨ Lauren it's past your bedtime.¨

¨But mom, Tyler isn't home yet, he told me to wait for him.¨

The nights got longer and Tyler slowly seemed to disappear.

7 o'clock.

8 o'clock.

Lauren knew he'd always be able to play on Sundays but it just wasn't the same.

Game after game she went to.

Wow was she so proud of her brother.

Point after point, rebound after rebound, he must have learned it in the driveway.

She took the title of ¨Tyler's biggest fan.¨

Although she was proud of that title, she'd rather have another one.

She wanted to be on the court.

Those boys didn't play with Tyler in the driveway.

That was Lauren.

Tylers number one fan.

The little girl in the driveway.

L.H

Dream

All I know is that I'm running. I don't know where I'm running to, or what I'm running from. My legs pump, fast. My feet hit the ground to the rhythm of my beating heart. Around me, a scene develops. Tall grass is suddenly brushing against my legs. The wind whips my hair in and around my face. I can feel the crunching of the gravel every time my heel digs into the ground, pushing me further, faster, harder. It's exhilarating. My heartbeat fills my ears and I stay focused on running. Running.

Now, I'm in a forest.  The dull roar of a river fills the empty space. My instincts kick in. I dodge the trees that are in my way. I duck under any low hanging branches, and leap over the roots that could trip me. All of a sudden, a thought hits me. Why am I running? Time slows down. I notice all the tiny fluttery movements of the birds, the leaves, the blades of grass, and tiny specs of dust floating in the air.

Next thing I know I'm falling. I try to get a grip on the reality that had just been under my feet, but I stumble as I'm sent flailing into the darkness. A bright beam of light nearly blinds me as I adjust to my new setting. White. White walls, and a bright light shining directly into my eyes. Everything is so blindingly white. I'm sat at a table and a man in a white freshly ironed suit sits opposite me. He folds his hands, and I look into his crisp blue eyes.

"Why are you here," He asks with a quizzical look spread across his face, "you know you can leave, right?"

I open my mouth to respond but no sound comes out. Why am I here? What is this place? Why was I running?

He chuckles and leaves me and my burning questions, as he gets up and walks away.

I watch as he walks into the distance, his shoes clicking with each step, the sound becoming fainter and fainter as he disappears. I'm alone.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I open my eyes and the ceiling of my room comes into focus. I turn off my alarm clock as I try to shake the feeling that something isn't right. What a strange dream.


~S1!

Names give meaning to people, some people have many different names. I also happen to go by many names, Nickolas is my main one. Usually, people think of Nicholas, but that name is too normal and basic. I decided to be different. But before this name, I was going to be a Nicole. Funny story though, on the day of August 11th, 2000 at 2:12 pm, the doctor told my mom “It’s a boy!” normally in a happy tone but this time it was more surprised than anything. Sometimes I’m even called Paste, Nuggs, or PasteNuggs, but depending on which game I’m playing, I might even be called B2the52.

-Nuggs

Tough Cookie

To you she is unbreakable.
She's a tough cookie,
Someone you can't quite figure out,
She's the one you can't quite see through.
You don't know her because you aren't in her shoes.
Cliche, right?
You see the person she wants you to see.
She is happy.
She loves school.
Life is fun.
She strives to be a successful student.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, and even more WRONG.
She puts on a happy face - she thinks nobody needs to know her problems.
Learning is great, but school causes her unnecessary stress.
Her life is manageable.
She never wanted to be a successful student;
She is getting as far away from her fears as possible.
Here is to the "tough cookies,"
The ones that can work through their problems alone,
You are everything she could have ever asked for.

~Ann Marie

From Me to You

For Dad:)

Wake me at 8, please

Okay, I can try

These songs are good, you should listen to them

Sure dad

I know. . . dad’s a pain in the butt

Yeah he is

I need some chocolate, will you go to the store for me?

I suppose

You know what the best part of a s’more is?

What?

The part without the marshmallow and the graham cracker

Oh, dad

Luvyadad

Love you too, dad.
-B