Woodstock Union High School

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You appeared several times Read more »

If you ask anyone around me

I am that girl,

The goody-two-shoes Read more »

Ask me any question,

give me any task

I will do it perfectly Read more »

The sound was everywhere, as it always was. It is the first thing that I hear when I wake up in the morning and today is not different. It’s loud and coming at me from every direction, but I’m used to it, everyone is in the year 2135. There in no time to waste in thought, life is too short to spend dwelling on the norm. The 140 years of the average person’s life span leaves no leeway for unnecessary thought. Five minutes later I am in the shower, doing all of the actions that must take place there before the timer goes off. Too late; the timer beeps and the water goes off, but there is still soap in my hair. I understand it though, I should have been faster. The water shortage is a difficult matter for those in charge; it only makes sense that we should only have a limited personal supply. I try and wipe out all of the excess soap onto a towel before throwing on clothes and heading down the very steep stair case leading to the ground level. Three steps from the bottom I slip and fall. I let out a yell in surprise, but once again it is my fault. I should have been more careful. They are steep for good reason, we need the space. Even with small houses crushed together we are running out of room. I get up and continue with my day, 10 hours await me at the plant making those pills that everyone needs so badly to remain up to their ultimate health. I must think about the greater good, it does not matter if I limp to work. Read more »

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Wrapped in a cozy blanket; Read more »

          There once was a little girl who was tiny and poor. Her parents had to work most of the time, her father as a blacksmith and her mother in the kitchen of very wealthy household of the town. Often the little girl went with her mother and remained in the kitchen for she had nowhere else to go. To keep her out of the way her mother would usually try to find something easy for her to do. After a few different activities she finally found something that her daughter could do that was not too hard; that job was shelling peas. She would shell peas all day; if you had asked her how many peas she had shelled in the last day she would reply with “one thousand peas”. She was often quite bored at this task for she did not receive anything for all of her hard work; she never even got to eat one pea. Read more »

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Happily Ever After.wav

I'm not perfect

Although the sun has just risen, everything in the forest is awake. The majestic trees stand confidently, with their feet on the ground, and their arms to the sky. The bright green ferns open their leaves and shake the dew off of their leaves to admire the beauty of their shady woodland home. The streams sing their calm, trickling song as they weave their way down the hill, inviting animals to take a morning drink. Birds whistle and call while soaring from tree to tree, playing tag with their friends- hiding the green canopy. Mother Earth blows gusts of wind over the damp soil, sweeping the floor of its leaves, and allowing the earthworms to get a breath of fresh air. Roots stretch across the forest floor, soaking up all of the water they can find.

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                Today was especially exciting. I woke up at 5:30 am, and I could tell that it was still black as the night outside my window. I got dressed as quick as I could, for it was frigid in my room as was the whole house except for next to the wood stove in the living room. I threw on my overalls, the hand-me-down sweater my grandmother made for my older sister years ago. I pulled on my wool socks and carried my muddy green boots down the hall. I tiptoed down the stairs, careful to not wake up my year old sister, Lucy, whose room was neighboring the room of my brother of 4 years, Jedidiah, and Abraham who just turned 3. My 8 siblings had to squeeze into the three bedrooms in our house, plus my parents room. My room is by far the smallest, and I share it with Amelia, my sister who is four years younger than I and my youngest sister, Katherine who is 2. I am 14. Read more »

                Today was especially exciting. I woke up at 5:30 am, and I could tell that it was still black as the night outside my window. I got dressed as quick as I could, for it was frigid in my room as was the whole house except for next to the wood stove in the living room. I threw on my overalls, the hand-me-down sweater my grandmother made for my older sister years ago. I pulled on my wool socks and carried my muddy green boots down the hall. I tiptoed down the stairs, careful to not wake up my year old sister, Lucy, whose room was neighboring the room of my brother of 4 years, Jedidiah, and Abraham who just turned 3. My 8 siblings had to squeeze into the three bedrooms in our house, plus my parents room. My room is by far the smallest, and I share it with Amelia, my sister who is four years younger than I and my youngest sister, Katherine who is 2. I am 14. Read more »

“He is the way he is, there’s no changing him,” They say.

Denying the torturess truth for years upon years.

Too scared.

TAKE THE PHONE Read more »

I move the play-doh around in my hands,

the memories flooding back to me.

The play-doh crumbling as I move it around,

morphing into a new creation every minute. Read more »

I promise to do it soon

I promise I won’t forget to,

I tell myself I’ll come back

As I move on to something new.

It really is a horrible affliction,

One that often goes undiagnosed,

I can’t help my case of procrastination

It takes me over, I am just the host.

Homework is the worst,

Procrastination takes command,

But there were just so many things

That my attention, did demand.

The time has flown

And the work remains undone,

I end up staying up late

Which is not fun.

I try to be good and honest

But procrastination has made me a liar,

I am forced to continue on

Until a cure I can acquire.

One does not simply,

Tear meaning from a poem,

Sympathy is what you have,

Empathy is the poet.

Perception is teased and pulled,

Never ripped,

Take this, and that

Fighting for the defined understanding.

Truly,

A misconception,

Let the imagination wonder through the mind.

Let the sentences flow,

And the words connect.

Her lips are soft,

she whispers sweet indulgence,

to an honest believer,

in listening.

The words spew with desire,

desire to be heard,

desire to be understood.

Sympathy is shared,

Empathy is experienced.

She shakes and cries,

while he holds her tight,

and says,

“Its okay, I don’t mind. Rest your tears for the days you laugh so hard you cry. Use them for happiness, and then you’ll remember better, the good times.”

She stops her whimper,

turns to the boy and stares,

Why does he care?

They embrace, she never wants to let go,

for that boy, he knows,

he knows her, a fragile girl.

With my feet deep in the white, wet sand, I gaze out at the endless blue world before me. The salty breeze hits my face, and the sound of the never ending beat and whoosh of the water tumbling over, crashing, and retreating fills my ears.  My eyes dart down to the dip where the waves crash, the many beautiful shells in it moving so quickly I can only catch a glance of them. Finally, I see a curved, triangular-like shape, and I plunge my hand in and grab like an osprey diving to catch a fish. I pull it out, noticing the brown speckles on the white shell that feels smooth against my now wet hands. Read more »

Running

Through the tall grass,

Smiling as bluebirds sing.

Once at the top of the green hill, Read more »

In life sometimes unseen and hard things happen,

Once me and my family were caught

By a storm while boating on Lake Champlain.

I had to be strong.

The rain was pouring down and the younger children were huddled.

But I held my ground,

I had to look like everything was okay,

For them.

Thankfully some guy came and helped us bring the boat Read more »

I once had a friend

With whom I shared my deepest secrets,

And she with me,

But once she told me one that scared me.

She told me that she was weak,

That she didn’t want to do anything anymore,

She just wanted to give up.

She made me promise never to tell and I did,

But not for long.

Fear is a strong demon,

That makes you do things both good and evil. Read more »

Once,

I almost made a friend.

I almost got to know her.

I met her, sure, 

but she won't show me.

Once, 

I thought she did.

I thought we shared a wavelength.

I "knew for sure" I trusted in her,

and her in me.

Lately,

I swore I'd listen.

She showed me she'd speak.

Now,

I know my end

will never be held up,

not until she puts down 

all those damn walls

and shows me truth.

Hourly, I talk about my precious cupcakes,

As if talking about my child, my life, my being.

The wrapping is the loving arms of a mother. Read more »

Scared and frightened

I walk through the halls.

While it's unknown to me, Read more »

For my first wish I would wish to have an infinite amount of wishes, all of my dreams would come true and any wish could be reversed.

Second, I would wish for all of the superpowers that I have ever wanted: the ability to fly, turn invisible, be the master of space and time, run so fast that I could travel back or forwards in time, read peoples minds, have telekinesis, shapeshift, abs of steel, and cell regeneration (invincibility). Read more »

Scale the wall.

Fear is nothing.

Fear is everything.

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Scale the wall.

Fear is nothing.

Fear is everything.

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Scale the wall.

Fear is nothing.

Fear is everything.

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