Rutland Middle School

She feels so much for him
He’s on her mind from the time she opens her soft green eyes in the morning
Until she lays her smooth dirty blonde hair
That sits on her shoulders
Down against her pillows at night
The passion that runs through her veins
Overwhelms her body
She doesn’t love him
She’s in love with him
He’s the one that makes her laugh
The one that gives her butterflies that never end
He’s the one that fulfills her every need
The romantic one
She loves the way he kisses her forehead
The way he entangles his fingers with hers
He puts his arms around her body at the right moment
She wants to spend the rest of her life with him
He’s the one for her

Nobody knows
What happens when the sun sinks beneath the distant mountains
And the moon raises high above earth’s surface
That’s when it happens
She sits there all alone in her dark lonesome room
While her family is fast asleep thinking everything’s okay
Tears rushing down her face as if they were a raging river
The pain weighs her down like bricks on her shoulders
She stays awake crying
Hoping it will all end
That she’s going to awake from this nightmare she call life
She hides the pain behind fake smiles
Fake laughter
But the pain that she worked oh so very hard
And so very long to hide
Has began emerging
She’s scared to death of what’s going to happen
When people find out what’s going on with her
The scares are there to remind her
That she’s not as strong as she wishes to be
It’s her one weakness
When things get ruff
When the road gets bumpy
She picks up the blade
Telling herself
Just once more
One more cut

As she sits and wonder
Is she holding him down
Stopping him from something better
Better than her
He says he loves her
But they barely even see each other
There’s an age difference
Her mother refuses to let her see him
Still he stays with her
By her side
If she needs something he gives it
She wonders if she should leave him
NOT because she wants to
Or that she doesn't love him
She does
Just she doesn’t want to bring him into
Into her screwed up life
She wants him to be happy
He tells her he's happy with her
He says she’s everything
She knows he does care for her
As she cares for him
But it's always there
In the back of her head
Taunting every thought
Telling her she's holding him down
Stopping him from true happiness
He means so much to this girl
She’ll do anything to make him happy
SHE LOVES YOY

The urge has become unbareable
With every passing day
Feeling all alone and helpless
Trying day after day
Not to pick up the razor
The times I do
I hold it pressed against my
Smooth
Scard wrists
Crying
Asking why
Why does it come to this point
All because someone said a sarcastic comment
Or I did something I regret
It seems all I can do is cry
Hiding the scars
From previous times
When the pain was a horrible sensation
With hair ties and jeans
You say everything will be okay
But when will you stop lying
Hatred for myself has over powered my body
The thoughts have started again
Taunting my everythough
Would everyone be better without this screw up
You'll never know
I'll never know

The feeling is new and exciting
Breath-taking, hair-raising
A piece of you is absent
When that certin someone isn't near
Your heart beats uncontrollably,
stumbling over yourself,
When they come into sight
Dreading the moment they leave
But wanting that priceless kiss
That they'll forget about
While you'll treasure till the next
Stairing at the phone
Hopeing it'll ring being them
Talking all night
When the words "I love you" are said
You think they're the one
It goes well for a few months
Then he comes up to you
Grabs your hands
Tell's you all he want's to be is "just friends"
You feel like your heart was just ripped out
Thrown on the ground,
And stomped on
Later that day you see,
Them kissing,
Holding eachother tight
You are crushed when she turns around,
Turns out she's your best friend.

there he is
sitting over there
but how can i
she likes him
and shes my best friend
so i walk away
yet again i see another one
and you also like him
another best friend likes him
so now what do i do
do i just sit here while they walk by
should i be the friend ive neglected to be
and forget my feelings
or do i act on them
no i cant
that would hurt you guys so bad
i would never be able to live with myself
ill just keep to myself
like ive been doing
but i cant do this much more

Oh no
How can I
You guys are my best friends
It's just the feeling is overwhelming
I promise I never intended for this to happen
But I'm not going to go push it
Stopping right where it is now

hurt
crushed
torn

thats what i feel
you think im better
but im not

how can i
when things are the way they are
pretending nothings wrong
untill i do something to set you off

im not perfect but neither are you
take a look around
can u see what youve done

im still human
dont treat me this way
i have feelings too

look at us now
im not perfect but neither are you
take a look around

see how youve made us
so start acting like a mother

before you ruin his life
a little boy
who has no choice
no say

im not going to be the mother anymore
take your job back
I QUIT
no longer taking on that roll

wait I quit everything
I GIVE UP

Where I'm From

By Brittney Crawford
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

I am from a woman
from a man that once were in love

I am from a true love
from a broken heart

I am from a thousand memories
from the many to come

I am from a first kiss
from a last good bye

I am from laughter
from my family

I am from the heart
from me

I am from a woman
from a man that once were in love

I am from a true love
from a broken heart

I am from a thousand memories
from the many to come

I am from a first kiss
from a last good bye

I am from laughter
from my family

I am from the heart
from me

How dare you put this weight
On my shoulder!
God damn, could you get any
Bolder?
Your selfishness still consumes
You,
i doubt you'll ever have
A clue.
You still refuse to try and
See,
Always giving me your same
Pathedic plea.
Where's the pride i once
thought you had,
It really make's me shamingly
Feel sad
Sometime's it make's me want
To blame myself,
Then I think about it, and
I just want to raulf.
Grow up for Christ sake's,
And no one likes a man
Who fakes,
The way he really is inside,
So he doesn't have to abide,
By the bounderies of love,
Never able to stop putting
Himself above,
Someone else's true needs.
As he constantely grovals
And pleads!
Man, he really doesn't have
Any shame,
Now i know i won't carry
All the blame.
So go ahead, hate me,
You'll someday come to
Thank me

Here I am
Falling apart
Breaking down
Crying out for help
But you're too blind to see
Denying to accept the fact
That you screwed up
You made a mistake
That all you're doing is hurting me
I cry alone hoping you'll realize
All I need is you
To show you're not ashamed
To make me feel loved and wanted
The person I've becomed is the person who I am
I'm growing up
no longer the little girl
That used to have grass stains on the knees of her pants
Here I am
On my knees
With arms wide open
Begging for forgiveness
Love me
Trust me
Be pround to call me your daughter
I miss the old days when things were real
I want us to be once again
Our strange little happy family

It starts off as a heartbreak
You soon realize how cruel life really is
Happy like before or so it seems
Smiles on the outside
Tears on the inside
Then you start question life
Why you were brought into it
Wondering if you should be taken out
You go into isolation
Hurting yourself
No one notices
Untill one day
Morning never comes again
You're gone forever

Don't go
Please stay
Hold me tight
Keep me warm
I'm whole when you are near
But if you really need to go
I will think of your every feature
Dieing to hear your voice
Just once more
Wishing I could feel the warmth of your hands apon my waist
As your soft smooth lips connect with mine
Oh really
You don't have to go just yet
So grab my hand
Or even me
Never let go
Let me know your true feelings
As I will do the same
Gently kiss my lips
Please catch me
Because I've begun falling
Since the day I met you

Is it worth it?

By Sarah Porch
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

Dear daddy…

I miss you…

I love you…

Come home!

It all started in 2001

When two planes turned our world upside down

Fathers and mothers and children and friends

The ones we held close had to leave

Supposedly to fight for our “freedom” or something

But I know I would trade

Any day

I’d give my freedom away

For all those we knew

And even those we didn’t

They gave their lives away

For what?

Is this the answer?

So many tears shed

So many lives lost

The fear and torture

It ruined their lives

Everything they had to miss

How will peace come from fighting and violence?

These men and women became killers

Slanderers

We fear for their lives each precious day that passes

For we know one day that the news will come

This poor boy that wrote to his dad

A man who was worthy of praise

He found out soon that his daddy had died……………

For his country?

For his freedom?

For us?

Was it worth it?

I see America falling

Withering away

What used to be a haven for some

Has just turned into pain

What ever happened to standards?

Now violence and drugs

Even disgraceful acts are viewed as entertainment

Is there a difference between acceptance and agreement?

Now people are attracted by weapons

Blood

Murder

But do they really understand?

I don't hear America singing,
With liberty and justice for few.
A leader that is only a tool
Cannot be expected much of
However.
We are the bullies of the school,
"Harrassment isn't nice," we repeat.
As a country,
The most corrupted and delusional,
Not caring about anything but Greed.
I'll watch you swallow the Greed whole.
After all, we already consume Everything.
Never give back,

I hear my bedroom singing

As it dances and sings, the bathroom
plays the trumpet.
I also hear the kitchen playing violin
as the dining room plays percussion.
You better watch out, the music
tempts you into dancing.
You can't hear it, you say? If you
listen close enough you will.
When you do, you will be shocked.

Whispers and whispers
Whispers of secrets
Secrets not to be known
America's secrets
Too quiet to hear
Too secretive to know
America is silent
I don't hear America

I Hear

By Ashley Haven
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

I hear America crying
I can hear the soldiers crying
I can hear the families begging
I can hear the gunshots and the pain.
I can hear Bush telling them to stay.
I can hear the bad news
I can hear the mournful cries
I can hear their stomachs growling
I can hear them coming home safe
But somehow changing.

I Am From

By Kalinen Barrows
Rutland Middle School

I am from the tin roof house on the old dirt road
from a pineapple couch and a big wicker chair
from sitting on a little rusty heat vent and feeling the warmth on my shoes
from Barbie Dolls all over the living room floor

I am from one bathroom and five people

He wrote me a letter

He used words like:
Love
Perfect
Beautiful

FOREVER

He curled his letters
dotted
everyi
crossed
everyt

Perfect hearts in every corner
looked as though they would

I hear the piggies crying,
Listen closely and you can even hear them sighing.
They run and run but one unlucky pig isn't fast,
And soon his life will be a thing of the past.
He tried so hard to get away without being taken,
But now he is the best part of breakfast,
oh yes. . .the bacon.

I Wonder Why

By Casey Clifford
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

I wonder why spiders scare me so much.

Maybe it's their eight legs.
Eight creepy legs.

Maybe it's because they aren't furry.
They are just ugly.

Maybe it's because they spin webs.
Sticky gross webs.

Or maybe just maybe. . .
It's because
They are ugly,
Creepy, eight-legged,
Sticky, web making
Monsters.

The book I read was Homeless by Laurie Anderson.This book I would recommend to people who like cats and love to save them.This book is about a girl name Sunita.She loves cats to death.Her mom will not let her have a cat, because her mom doesnt like cats at all.When Sunita got bitten by a ferel cat, her mom said no.There is a place called Cat Land.There is alot of cats at Cat Land, but the ca

By Kylie Keune
Rutland Middle School, Grade 7

I scream, but the water does not let me breathe.
All I see is blue.
I picture in my mind all the things I left behind.
To be in this soundless world without you.

Drowning in my sweet sincerety.
How could I not find my way?
My eyes fall back and I touch the bottom.
My last steps toward my last breaths.

The sand strokes my feet.

By Madie Alderman
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

I am concerned with the way some elders drive. Some elderly drivers aren’t exactly safe drivers. And that concerns me greatly, because I will be getting my permit this year and will be a new, young driver on the road.

This is one of several persuasive writing pieces written by Rutland Middle School students. They will be published here and in the Herald off and on over the next few weeks.
Bring the troops home
By Kelsey Miller
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

Dear Editor,

Once upon-a-time there lived a horrible president. His name was president Charlie. He always made the wrong decisions, and many people wanted to impeach him. He started a war with Candy Mountain: the citizens if Candy Mountain were very upset with him. President Charlie kept sending his gingerbread troops from the Enchanted Forest into Candy Land, on to Candy Mountain. After days went by, many gingerbread troops got angry with President Charlie; he wouldn’t stop sending the troops into Candy Mountain. Soon after the invasion, all of the soldiers died off and it caused a national break down. President Charlie was impeached and he was the last man who lived in the Enchanted Forest (Un-enchanted Forest).

By Ana Gerretson
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

Dear Editor,

By Cheri Murphy
Rutland Middle School, Grade 8

Dear Editor,

My name is Cheri and I am writing about whether should we remove the words “under God” from the pledge of allegiance and my answer is, no we should NOT remove the words “under God” from the pledge.