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Empty Me
By: Carissa Rodriguez

Have no feelings in my chest
I'm empty
And hollow
There is no beat
Poor lonely hollowed out me
I gave away my heart
And never got it back
To a guy i thought would love me
Only to find it was not returned
He gave his heart to another girl
She's lucky
I'm not
She's got what i want
Now i'm alone
My feelings are known
Poor lonely hollowed out me



the eyes of a liar.

Those bright blue eyes
they shine like stars
they cut like knives
they break my heart

They reach so deep
that none can see
how far they go
not even me

They look like ice
they glow with fire
they make me cry
- Sierra Colson



Blossoming Flower
By Emma Garretson

I’m like a blossoming flower.
Not sure what color I will be,
Nor what size or shape.
I’m just an anxious blossoming flower.
I know I will be popular with different species,
Just as the other blossoming flowers.
I will grow to my fullest,
Then I will give birth and die.
My life may be full of regrets,
But the only thing I can do is live on as one flower among billions.



Preferably
By Emma Garretson

I prefer movies at home over movies in the theater.
I prefer to see animals in the wild than as a pampered pet.
I prefer eating a home-cooked meal rather than take-out from Olive Garden.
I prefer a book of poems to a book of fantasy.
I prefer a small group of enemies to a large group of friends.
I prefer a warm fire to an electric heater.
I prefer a magnificent rainbow to a dull city.
I prefer to confuse than to give.
I prefer to stay up late than to go to bed early.
I prefer a sleepless night to a doctor’s needle.
I prefer original creation to the same idea done over and over.
I prefer to write than to talk.
I prefer confidence and embarrassment over cowardice and pride.
I prefer the truth over cunning lies.
I prefer an island over the world.
I prefer quiet rather than whispers.
I prefer stealth over a red carpet.
I prefer to sit than to stand.
I prefer to hide my existence than to have a film crew in my room.
I prefer freedom of religion over a religious cult.
I prefer truthful gore stories rather than the Walt Disney movies.
I prefer thorns rather than helplessness.
I prefer no makeup over a plastic surgeon.
I prefer old souls to new ones.
I prefer pockets over one big sack.
I prefer outdoor nights with fireflies to seeing it on a movie.
I prefer nature to zoos.
I prefer to consider that we all prefer some of the same things.



Colors of Blue
Shadows of the night sky creep into my room.
I watch them, anxiously waiting for the bright sunrise.
The small bed creaks under my weight as I shift positions.
The foggy sea breeze flows into my room, reminding me of the rough, sandy, beach.
I rub my sleepy eyes, trying to stay awake.
The first light of the morning scares away the shadows of the dark night.
My room is suddenly awake with colors of blue.
-Emma Garretson



The Battle Of The Worlds
The devil’s hair burns a red flame
Creating a blinding light
It scares the crows away
Creating a dreadful sight.
The devil itself appears,
In a silk red tux,
Causing all to cry tears,
Dreading the days to come.
An angel then flies from the heavens,
Clothed in a silky white,
Carrying a sword to do the task at hand.
To cast the devil down in years,
So that he may cry his own tears.
The two fight and fight,
Killing all in sight.
Finally,
A victory.
A defeat.
The victory goes to the angel,
Carrying his proud sword high.
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