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General. Share your best writing -- a story, a poem, a sudden spark of observation or insight or creativity. Or photos. Add sound, too, if you like. Anything goes here.

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May 23

poem 1 comment challenge: General

Ms. Naugle

Thinking

Thinking

Right now I am sitting here thinking

Thinking of many things like currency

Those heavy coins always clinking

Or I may think of sailing the great wide sea

My thoughts are dark or light, happy or sad

Many thoughts some good, some bad

But always I must return to reality with pain or glee

Some may just do mind numbing games but it is not so for me

I might think of warriors Iron clad

Or super powers both good and bad

Thinking always maybe math

or maybe even about a bath

Some say it a dangerous pasttime

Some are thinking always even right now as I rhyme

Right now you may think about this poem being great

If you like it say so don’t even hesitate

By Mac Abrams
Killington Elementary School
Grade 5

Posted: 05.23.17

May 23

poem, non-fiction 3 comments challenge: General

CierraMist47

Prom With You

May 20th, 2017, one of the most magical nights I have ever experienced before

Posted: 05.23.17

May 22

poem 0 comments challenge: General

Dharma

Grandma

1
2
3
Release the flood gate.
Release the water,
The chambers it's been
Locked away in
For much to long.

Let the water flood land,
Let no stone be unturned
On its path of
Destruction

Let the icy waves
Filled every crevice,
In the dry and broken
Pavement streets.

Litter and debris
Fill the once
Beautiful landscape
The trees are now bare
And the ground is soft with mud.

This water
Was contained to long
It had to be released.

3
2
1
Release the memories.

They rush out with the water.
Moving fast
Trying to reach
The mind
Before the brain
Shuts the flow off again.

The memories come to surface.

They fill your mind.

They fill my mind.

They are like the water.

I trapped them to long

Posted: 05.22.17

May 19

poem 1 comment challenge: General

Ambrogge

Try

I stare at the ceiling
Laying on my bed
Wondering why
Thoughts running through my head
Is it worth it?
Will this make my life better?
Can I really do something so hard?
What if I fail
The biggest fear of them all
What if I fail
I don't want to fall
The door creaks open
Just a little crack
Light comes in
Landing softly on my back
In walks a figure
So tall and so grand
Sharing a warm glance
Telling me I can
And I get out of bed
I'm gonna conquer the world
Fears out of my head

Posted: 05.19.17

May 19

poem 1 comment challenge: General

jeskers

Social Anxiety

I see her coming over to me with a smile on her face.
Oh no. Is she going to make small talk with me?
Here we go...
What am I gonna say?
Does she know me?
Do I know her?
Does she see the sweat pooling down my face?
Does she notice my hands shake?
Can she see me trying to end the conversation?
Does she not care?
Does anyone care?

Posted: 05.19.17

May 18

humor 0 comments challenge: General

Ariel

The Habit

I really, really cannot stand it when I release that vociferous belch that sends my peers grimacing away. To be honest, if someone else were to assume this same habit, I'd also be disgusted. I understand such a horrified reaction. I am truly sorry, but the satisfaction of letting out a solid, crisp burp is unlike any other. Despite the pleasurable feeling of belching like this, it seems to pull negative attention my way. In the wake of a large burp, there's usually a cluster of rude teenagers giving me that you-make-me-want-to-puke glare. It's a habit I struggle with containing, and often disappoints my friends. Please forgive my belching ways.

Posted: 05.18.17

May 18

poem 2 comments challenge: General

AliciaMarie7

Red

All I see is red.
Have I hit my head?
I close my eyes,
hearing far away cries,
Has something begun to spread?

All I see is red.
I begin to dread.
Where am I?
Where is the blue sky?
Is something happening overhead?

All I see is red.
What will lie ahead?
Have they ran?
This was not our plan.
There was so much not said.

All I see is red.
Has everyone fled?
I rub each eye,
as I begin to rise,
And yet all I see is red.

Posted: 05.18.17

May 16

poem 2 comments challenge: General

IntuitivePink

Holocaust's Colors

Can you imagine people crammed like livestock into trains?
Grinding over parallel train tracks
with fresh green strands of flattened grass
rust orange and red on the metal.
People snatching dry bread tossed
through broken windows
lives labelled as being worth
nothing
by Hitler.

A man with severely parted black hair
in fancy clothes, dark green as flattened grass
aloofly regarding thousands of rust orange and red uniforms saluting
him as if he were a god.
I wonder if he really is the Hitler
the monster
who caused pain greater than himself.

Hitler never could have caused it all
he was the heartless lever
with gears of vivid rust orange and red
propelling “normal”, “perfect” people,
into flattened green clouds of poisoned propaganda.
Hitler never lay a finger on a Jewish person,
he convinced Germany to do it for him.

I see myself on the grinding train,

Posted: 05.16.17

May 15

essay 2 comments challenge: General

Elise.P

You can't read this and walk away without feeling guilty.

From my view, no one knows how amazing they can feel until they make a choice to change. I mean, most of us spend our lives denying the problems in our world, in ignorance of them, or giving up and saying that there is no way that we can change. But we can. Whether this change is walking to school on Mondays, or taking the bus to work, basically improving air quality by taking a vehicle off the road, maybe you even go vegetarian or vegan. But a change is a change. Just knowing that you can make a difference and choosing to, elevates your sense of being. Everybody deserves that, and everybody owes that, in another way. I believe in personal responsibility for the earth.

Posted: 05.15.17

May 15

non-fiction, rant/rave, humor 1 comment challenge: General

kraus-cl

Ouch that hurts

You see in movies all the time, the oh-so-perfect-teenage girl twirling their hair as they stare lovingly into the eyes of someone they are totally crushed out on. They take a long strand and twist it into oblivion as they swoon. And then there's me. Ever since I was little, I always play with my hair, but in the past year or so, I've picked up the habit of literally taking a singular strand of hair and playing with it. Eventually, the pressure makes it come out of my head, and it hurts a tiny bit, as it should. This may seem like no big deal, but let me tell you: first, pulling individual strands out causes pain. Headaches. Teachers and my friends have commented on this behavior and there's a common denominator - they all think it's weird. Me too bro! I can't stop however, and this also leads to disorder and chaos.

Posted: 05.15.17

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