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Oct 11

Love Matter(s)

Love dare not live
for life does not love.

Love finds death finally.
Sweetness melted into
a cold solid metal.

Love finds absolution
in the last gasp of 
sticky
metallic
air.

Love knows us not
until our lungs are stagnant
and we stay alive because our hearts
don't beat.

Love meets us at that sweet goodbye,
handing us the key of silver dripping metal.

Love wants us 
so it pulls and pulls
and pulls.

Our ultimatum
is love.

For we strive for it without knowing
that it strives to meet us too.

All things end in love.
For death and life are a chemical reaction
that you can spark if you have felt both.

Love is not created nor destroyed.

Therefore you can live a solid life,
but you are born to love a liquid death.





 
Oct 11

The Lost, The Stolen

This is dedicated to the five teens taken from our world far too soon. Rest in peace Mary, Eli, Liam, Janie, and Cyrus. You may be gone but you will certainly never be forgotten.

no one can explain
not one word can be said 
not because it's unclear
but because it's just so hard

they say one foot in front of the other
but you have to get up first
they say breathe
but the air feels as though it has been taken from us

just as you have been taken from us
stolen from our world
we come together 
to heal the hurt that is left behind

we miss you physically
we miss your spirits
we miss your presence
we miss your energy

it's hard to bear
it's hard to swallow 
it's hard to think, or to speak
it's hard not having you here

a candle for your warmth
a lantern for your spirit 
a word for your heart
but nothing can replace you
Oct 11

The Lost, The Stolen

This is dedicated to the five teens taken from our world far too soon. Rest in peace Mary, Eli, Liam, Janie, and Cyrus. You may be gone but you will certainly never be forgotten.

no one can explain
not one word can be said 
not because it's unclear
but because it's just so hard

they say one foot in front of the other
but you have to get up first
they say breathe
but the air feels as though it has been taken from us

just as you have been taken from us
stolen from our world
we come together 
to heal the hurt that is left behind

we miss you physically
we miss your spirits
we miss your presence
we miss your energy

it's hard to bear
it's hard to swallow 
it's hard to think, or to speak
it's hard not having you here

a candle for your warmth
a lantern for your spirit 
a word for your heart
but nothing can replace you
Oct 11

The Lost, The Stolen

This is dedicated to the five teens taken from our world far too soon. Rest in peace Mary, Eli, Liam, Janie, and Cyrus. You may be gone but you will certainly never be forgotten.

no one can explain
not one word can be said 
not because it's unclear
but because it's just so hard

they say one foot in front of the other
but you have to get up first
they say breathe
but the air feels as though it has been taken from us

just as you have been taken from us
stolen from our world
we come together 
to heal the hurt that is left behind

we miss you physically
we miss your spirits
we miss your presence
we miss your energy

it's hard to bear
it's hard to swallow 
it's hard to think, or to speak
it's hard not having you here

a candle for your warmth
a lantern for your spirit 
a word for your heart
but nothing can replace you
Oct 10

One Mistake

In one mistake
one stupid mistake
five young lives were lost. 
In the instant of fire 
and metal crunching
the world appeared a little
darker
through once innocent eyes. 

And you can't take that back.
No matter what. 

#FiveLives

 
Oct 10

One Mistake

In one mistake
one stupid mistake
five young lives were lost. 
In the instant of fire 
and metal crunching
the world appeared a little
darker
through once innocent eyes. 

And you can't take that back.
No matter what. 

#FiveLives

 
Oct 10

One Mistake

In one mistake
one stupid mistake
five young lives were lost. 
In the instant of fire 
and metal crunching
the world appeared a little
darker
through once innocent eyes. 

And you can't take that back.
No matter what. 

#FiveLives

 
Oct 10
Ms. Naugle's picture

The Mailman


    On this black night a mailman wandered toward a dark, damp cottage surrounded by white pines. Some of the boards were decaying, falling off the cottage. The wind was howling like a wounded wolf, trees groaning, his heart beat like it had never beat before. He yanked the flashlight from his satchel but dropped it due to hands clammy with sweat the fear of the woods built up inside him. When he finally found the flashlight, it was dead. The man ran into the rickety house. He heard a gurgling like a man being choked.
    "I-ii-is anyone th-th-there?" he said, stuttering.
    "Ohhh, a visssitor," a snaky voice said.
    "We will make you mossst comfortable here, won't we?" said a second voice.
    The scream of a man could be heard by none. The mailman was never seen again.

Maxwell Abrams
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
Oct 10
Ms. Naugle's picture

Shelter



Aliya looked up. She saw a cabin in the distance, a good sturdy one, too. Aliya looked at Amy, Amy looked like she had seen it, too. They had finally found it. Shelter.
A storm had picked up just half an hour before. The girls had been under a tree, reading and making up little skits.
They nodded at one another, and took off sprinting. Aliya managed to wrench open the door quickly and Amy skidded in. Aliya slammed it shut with a big "BANG!" and they were safe.
"Who are you?" came voice from the corner.

Clara Shortle
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
Oct 09

A Tragic Accident

"I'm not sure if you heard, but there was a tragic accident last night..."
​"A car crash..."
​"Five high school juniors died..."
​My heart raced. What happened? Who was it? From BFA? Were they my friends? Are Kayla, Rosie, Steph, Abby, Lonna, Sara, Sam, Gen, and all the others okay? Please let them be okay. Please don't let them be from BFA. Please don't let them be someone I knew.
​"They were from Harwood."
​I breathed a sigh of relief. No one I know. And then another mental crash, because someone knows them. They were someone's friends, somebody's family. And now I wonder if I somehow did know them. If they ran cross-country or track, if they skied, if they wrote, because we are all connected somehow. And I hope none of my friends knew them, because I don't want them to go though that pain, even though I know someone is. I hope they find peace someday.

#FiveLives
 

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