Main Street Middle School

A Lost Friend

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

The wind pushed the empty swing next to her. She was haunted by
memories of the girl who was once always right beside her. She
remembered all the times when they had sat there and talked for
hours, laughing and joking. Or other times when they would just be
there for each other and talk everything through. But she was gone
now. She had found someone else to hang out with, to talk to, to
comfort. She felt like she had just been punched in the stomach,
but the feeling lasted for longer. A tear rolled down her
cheek as the sky starting spitting. Too absorbed in her thoughts to
start the lonely walk home, she sat there, drenched all the way
through. She waited. Wishing. Wondering. What happened?

I hope you learn

By Naomi Grayck
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I hope you learn
learn to love
I hope you learn to see
see that we can't live without you
I hope you learn to sing
sing for all the world to hear
I hope you learn to laugh
laugh so we can laugh along with you
I hope you learn to look
look around and see all you can possibly see
I hope you learn that
people are people all
living, breathing and feeling
people who will cry, laugh
and hurt
same as you
but all I can do is hope
you and only you can make it come true.

Sound of Dad's Guitar

By Kayla Richardsoon
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I walk in the apartment.
I hear something
Something I haven't heard in a year.
It's the sound of Dad's guitar.
I forgot how much I miss that sound
That loud metal heavy rock sound.
It fills my ears and gives me joy.
I've always found it soothing
But I don't know why.
It's just something I love.
I smile to myself, and listen
To the sound of Dad's guitar.

Left or Right

By Lilly Schwarz
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I lay in my bed thinking about you
Not knowing what to do
Should I go left or right?
Not knowing which one to choose

If I do, what would happen?
Would I like it?
Would it all work out?
Or would you disappear
Always leaving me out?

I wish it could work
Between you and me
Because the truth is
I miss you liking me

(To the committee: the author centered all her lines. -P. Magoon)

A New Life

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I start down an
unfamiliar hall.
Faces
I don’t recognize
milling around me
Everything
seems
so weird.
Eyes
staring me
down
I don’t know
what to think.
Room 3.
My homeroom.
I open
the door,
And begin
My New Life.

emo

By Mary Kotula
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

emo.
he stares at the flower.
so white and so beautiful.
so perfect...

emo.
the black hair falls over his eye.
covering half his face
and his secrets...

emo.
he writes his poems in cursive writing
thinking about what it would be like to love.
wondering if he ever will...

emo.
he sits alone
at the round, dark table.

Weight

By Julie Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Building.
Up.
Up.
Up.
Too much
To carry.
Too much
To hold.
I can’t
Bear
This pain.
I can’t hide
This
Burden.

You
Comfort me.

There’s nothing
In the world.

There’s nothing
More to
Do.

No
One can
Hold you
Down.

Weight.

Dropping.
Down
Down
Down.

You are
FREE.

The Woods

By Lydia Herrick
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I run…
up
the
hill.

I stop…
panting
for
breath.

I tromp…
through
the
snow.

I skip…
among
the
trees.

I hear…
my
own
heartbeat.

I think…
nothing
at
all.

I rest…
on
the
ground.

I am…
in
the
woods.

Mystery Business

By Sabrina Russo
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

I'm over it, I'm over you
You may think I complete you
While you undermine me.

I can see the demise in your eyes
While I say this you seem surprised
I'm over it, I'm over you
I may complete you but you don't me.

While I watch you I see love and compassion
While you see me you see no attraction

Mistakes

By Sabrina Russo
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

A Mistake
I think
To live,
To love,
To die,
To hate
A mistake a feeling you feel
When you think
Something has gone
wrong
A mistake a state of mind
A mistake to think you can

I'm Sorry

By Naomi Grayck
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Dear Dad, I'm sorry I couldn't be your little girl,
I'm sorry I took up your time,
I'm sorry you couldn't be there when everything unfurled,
I'm sorry I didn't walk in a straight line,

Dear Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't strong,
I'm sorry I looked away,
I'm sorry I didn't listen to your song,
I'm sorry I rebelled all the way,

By Julia Gilbert
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

A breeze makes the snowflakes dance on their slow descent.
I catch one on my tongue, their beauty fading quickly,
As the melancholy silence fills up the warm feeling inside of me.
The heavens are clouded and hazy from an overcast sky, draining the joy from our lives,
Yet as the sun emerges a smile creeps onto my face,

Dancing in the Spotlight

By Julia Gilbert
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Our feet pad along the stage in the dark, gripping the floor with our toes with each step. Finding my position a take a deep breath and the lights go on. A steady melody begins to play and we were off.
Five six, sache´, ball change, pose´

One More Moment

By Julie Elizabeth Curran
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

I'm here before you,
But don't look away,
Or I won't be there.

I'm staring into your eyes,
But don't blink,
Or I won't be gazing back.

I'm holding your hand,
But don't let go,
Or I'll be lost once again.

I'm holding you tight,
But don't pull away,
Or the moment will be lost.

Three Acrostic Poems

By Natalie Powell
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

My mind is like a syphon, I
Envision things, seen for only
Moments. Then again, the
Oblivion that I have yet to
Reach calls to me.
I push forward, try to
Escape, but only gain

Good Work!
By Shannon Fisher
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

Dear George,
First, I want to say that you have done a terrific work being our president. I would like you to change that teenagers can drive at 15, not 16 years old. Thanks for reading this wonderful letter I sent to you.

Resign or face impeachment

By Sid Hammer
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

Dear George W. Bush,

Anger's Transformation
By Zion Keck
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

I see a boy, anger in his eyes.
It haunts my soul so I can hear his silent cries.
I want to reach out to him, tell him I care.
But his rage is so strong it rips my soul bare.
What went wrong, for he loved to laugh and smile?

Water For My Imagination
By Sandra Markowitz
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

Anger is red. Red hot as the spiciest salsa on an august day.
Anger tastes like blood, bitten from my tongue to cut back sword sharp remarks.
Anger is like tears, rising up in my chest until I can only just confine it, a dam full to burst.

A thing of Beauty

By Maggie Kinzel
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

What makes something beautiful?
Shown both inside and out
Having splendor everywhere
That’s what beauty is all about

My Idol is Unique
By Miranda Scott
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

My idol isn't really one person. It's many people combined. There are specific traits I like about each one. My "combined" idol is unique. They don't follow the crowd--they like to swim around it. They have their own creative style and personality like no one else. My idol is creative. They love to express themselves in poetic ways, whether it's through music, art, or even sports.