Matteo Björnsson

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A day we’ve been waiting for,
Four years now.
A day we’ve all been dread.
The end of one life,
The beginning of another.

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yoda
spark plug
kiwi
juanman
shmoe
scootie
how in the world did they get these names, your guess is as good as mine

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Oh my GOD hurry up!
She’s going to be home any minute!
Hold on, I’ve almost got it
Do you understand how dead we are?!?!
Don’t you think she’ll NOTICE strange footprints in her room?
Her room looks like a tornado hit it, she’ll never notice.
Oh crap! She’s here!
Run! Just drop it!
Ooone second. There!
Hahaha…I hope she doesn’t make my life too much like hell.

Premonition

By Matteo Björnsson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

A small premonition.
Removed volition.
Without permission
You act.
It was an interesting condition
That forced this disposition
To do what you felt right.
Now a mission,
A hurried expedition.
Proceeding on a hunch.
Some would say
It was a careless exhibition
Of mental malnutrition.
You must act
On this premonition.
Which your mind had commissioned.

next day shipping sometimes feels like the most gratifying thing that civilization has ever offered

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The green
Submarine
Diving through
The warm, spring
Memories
Of my mind.
Fueled by leafy kale,
And my own envy,
It putters around
The Green Mountains.
A lean, green,
Puttering machine,
It’s only a small
Pigmented
Figment
Of this imaginative
Daydream.

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Watching the rain fall
The cold dirt thawing to mud
Love that fifth season

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Bruised hip,
Busted ankle,
Big cut.
But hey,
BIG AIR.
Big grin.
Was it worth it?
Sure was.
Do it again?
I’m not planning on it.

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Where were you?
I…ummm…
You know you weren’t supposed to go anywhere else,
I told you before you left!
I’m sorry, but my ears were broken,
Faulty manufacturing,
Not my fault.
Even then, your curfew is eleven O’clock!
It couldn’t be helped, Mom!
It’s not my fault that
My friend’s brother’s cousin
Was terminally ill
With numerous paper induced lacerations.

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I guess it's just an inherent need
in most of us
to succeed.
we just want that feeling
of accomplishment.
sometimes it's a little bit harder
for some of us.for some of us a sideways glance
is all it takes
to achieve the same goal,
with half the effort.
but have you ever thought of the people
to whom the morals or ethics
don't matter?

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Solutions evade me
How long ‘till our planet’s dead?
It’s up to us now.

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Someday I think I’ll write a poem.
I’ll fill it with rhymes and things like that.
But the distractions of this world are just irresistible.
They pull me from my thoughts.
Laugh at my focus.
But in the meanwhile,
I’m trying to think of a name for this poem.
What should it be?
I’ll think of it later,
If I’m not doing anything else.
Eh, I can always do it tomorrow.

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All I can hear
Heart thumping
A deafening beating
Inside my head.
All I can feel
Is the stick in my hands,
Cradling the ball,
And my legs
Straining to accelerate
All I can think of
Is the net ahead.
A defender in the way,
Nothing
That would stop my
Determination.
To win.
To play.

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Creaky door opens slowly,
Dust falls from
Long forgotten places.
Sometimes I wonder
What clutter used to
Lay discarded in this
Old room.

Just the Three of Us

By Matteo Björnsson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

It’s always been
Just the three of us
Through all the years
Of our lives
Brothers, sisters,
Siblings.
Although we are each other’s
Greatest annoyance,
We also hold each other’s
Greatest trust.
A bond that cannot be broken

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Labor for industry
Overworked and underpaid
Fun is a foreign word

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Trivial matter
Now it is a big deal
Anger escalates

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"Wow! That shirt is sooo cool!.... can I have it?"

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Here I sit at my desk of plastic and steel,

Feeling like a caged bear waiting for its next meal,

Waiting for the bell to ring its sweet sound of liberty,

‘Cause when it does,

I’ll be free.

Free to leap into the wondrous winter wonderland that’s

Just outside my window.

I see the trees standing by a field of white powdery diamonds,

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Ominous feelings
Old cobwebs, dust forms swirling
Something there not seen

Super Powers Haiku

By Matteo Björnsson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Read minds just like books
But to breach such privacy
Is evil indeed

The Things You Would do for Me

By Matteo Björnsson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

For you,
I would do anything
For such a friend
Anything at all.
Just name it
And it shall be done
All I need is the thought
Of the things you would do
For me...
You want me to do
What?
Oh, no
But I can't do that
That’s against the rules
Yea, I know you would do it,
For me.