Westford Elementary School

Arnold was running, faster than a swipe of a sword. His destination dragonsville about a mile through the woods. His long powerful legs getting him closer to the village with alarming speed. His medium black hair flowing in the artificial wind created by the speed of his running. He knew the forest well and had a higher view than most because he is very tall. He intended to tell the villagers that his house was on fire and his family needed their help. While he was running, he had flashbacks of how the fire began.

Dewiness of the massacred day balances the reality of what lay
Unshaven sharp looks from the fallen hero
Contorting paths made his arrangement final
Reach his death to die a happy man
Was his only choice before they decided
To take down his black and white profile upon a thrown of headlining legends
He was once on top of a world broken and sorrowed
Brang joy to peoples faces when they were bout to pull the trigger
Soon did he realize happiness fades and superhero’s cant always have capes
Which is why his phosade diminished into his soul
Leaving everything he thought was in control
On the edge of the 15th story
To make another headlinging chronicle

If I could explain to you,
how much I rely on your support,
would you continue to hurt yourself,
and watch my face contort?

Maybe if I showed you,
that I could die without you...

If you could even fathom,
the pain I'm in...

But nothing I say,
has any effect.
You could go either way,
I do expect.

But maybe if I told you,
that your pain wounded me...

If something I said,
showed you what you REALLY mean to me...

If your belt fit your pants,
then you might have a chance,
but nothing you eat,
has meaning.

I know this.
You know this.
It's killing us both.

She lay alone,
her battered arms bare,
bloody and cold,
she has nothing to wear.
She remains motionless,
as still as a rock.
His cold, inhuman face,
a countenance she dared mock.
And she tries to say he loves her,
so she does believe,
how terribly unfortunate,
that she is so naive.
Now how did she allow,
a man to dominate her will?
And so her beatings continue,
I hope next he doesn't kill.

This one won't be about you.
Even though I'm sure,
you think it will be.
But it's not.
Too much paper,
has been wasted on you.
Why go through it all again?
I wish you knew,
but you don't.
And when?
No.
You'll never know.
My pen will know,
before you know.
So it's not.
Not about you,
Unless it's this:
saying it's not.
Because I'm over you,
your staccato moods,
your stubborn blankness,
your shiny countenance.
Your not.
Nothing I thought.
It's not.
Not working,
Not happy,
Not you.
This isn't about you.
"Why?"
You might ask.
My answer:
Because.
It's just not.

I lay in my bed,
Thinking of everything you've said,
Many tears are shed,
Falling to the floor like lead.
And my heart is like a shore,
Feelings ebb and flow across the floor,
You are like that half-open door,
Leaving me just wanting more.
But you won't let my feelings be,
It's like my confusion is something you need,
My contemplation's what you eat,
It's my feelings I don't believe.

By: Jessica Austin
Westford Elementary School, 7

What's the chance,
What you actually believe,
Something totally irrelevant,
A lie only you could weave?
It's something solely you would do,
Something annoyingly concise,
To touch a swollen nerve,
you must be virtuously precise.
Even the smallest details,
You make sure you get them all,
Every single move I make,
Whether i slip, trip, or fall.
But the thing that I hate the most,
About everything you do,
Is that even complex, intricate lies,
End up being true.

A dry patch

By Jessica Austin
Westford Elementary School, 7

The rain dances so
Like flames upon a match
If only I could find
One single dry patch.

By: Lea Martin
Westford Elementary School, 7

It was before a dance,
She made it a big deal.
We were all supposed to make plans,
I wish she could get real.

I want to forget it,
And for her to forgive me,
But I know that she wont,
I just want to be free.

I shouldn't have done it;
It was very wrong,
I lost a friend,
Without meaning to at all.

I try to talk to her,
But she doesn't talk back.
It seems like she hates me,
Let's just leave it at that.

I shouldn't have done it,
It was just a mistake.
I hope she can forgive me,
And we can be friends again someday.