I’m afraid I have a secret. I’ve hidden it for years. My classmates would shun me, That is my greatest fear. Though I live in Denver, I’m a traitor, I’m afraid. The reason is my team, Not bearing this town’s name. The Cubs, they are perfect! They almost never lose! They’re fun to watch, They steal my time, For I can’t walk away. Though they are from Chicago, I support them through and through. Cubs, there is no team Quite as good as you. ~Katie C.
I’m not who you think I am. The way you see me is different than I see myself. Maybe it’s because you judge from the moment you see someone. Maybe it’s because you just never really got to know me. Maybe it’s because I’ve never opened myself up. Whatever the reason is, I’m not who you think I am. Sometimes I wish that you could see me the way I see myself, But other times I’m glad that I hide behind this mask Because I don’t think you’d appreciate what you see. Maybe you do really know me And I just don’t realize it. There are so many twists and turns and possibilities, It’s hard to tell. You must have a story, Maybe that’s why you don’t pay attention To who I really am. I have a story, Sometimes it’s just hard to tell what the plot line is. I know I have a mask on, And it’s time for me to take it off. Forget about what people think, what YOU think, And embrace the feeling of vulnerability. Because I want you to know who I am.
Yeah, she’s really pretty I get told all the time She can be really witty But frowning is a crime She travels more than stays And she talks about world peace She always winks and waves This job she’ll never seize Sometimes it makes me jealous The way her eyes can shine My dad thinks it’s hellish The way she doesn’t try He’s just as jealous as I But not really for her looks All the other guys that try For her are just plain crooks I knew that I’d be green-eyed I knew that one of these days A girl would make me snide The she walks and sways The story can get wild When I tell people who ask “Who makes you jealous child?” I can’t break through the mask Most want to be models Some an architect Some just want some daughters Others to be a vet Maybe those last three And a model I once saw My mom you’ll see on TV She is Miss America She’s the oldest of the bunch But pretty as can be Sometimes I get a hunch Maybe the next should be me A model I will never It’s hopeless in my mind I cannot face the weather Of running along behind Miss America is big And my mom is the best I wouldn’t need a wig Or some fancy made up test I cannot walk in heals Or be comfortable in swim wear There are too many deals For me to give a care So yes my mother is Miss America to this date But I am no wiz At even going on a date I’m jealous of my mom And that is truly sad But I will stay really calm And will not be mad
I thought my family was amazing Until the Monday of last week. That was when I looked through my family albums And found a hidden secret.
My mom and dad have been married years before I was born. I never questioned their relationship Until the Monday of last week.
I love my mom and dad like any other kid. But I found out the hard way That I had been lied to everyday. I never realized that my parents Could be different in any way.
I subtly asked questions But my parents dodged them with ease. They asked me why I was asking, And I told them that I found out a secret On the Monday of last week.
My dad was loyal to my mom to a fault. But once in his life, it wasn’t like that at all. My dad had a relationship with someone besides my mom. And when I looked through the photo albums I finally figured it out.
My dad was once married to another woman. He never spoke about her and I wonder if my mom knew. That when she married dad, she married a divorced man.
I talked about it with my dad And he asked how I figured it out. I told him that I looked through photo albums on the Monday of last week.
I told him that there was a picture of a different woman. He was in a suit and tie While she was clad in white.
I told him that I knew right then That he had had another wife. He told me to never tell my mom And that it was our little secret.
I have a secret A dark and shameful thing So horrible that I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep it
I like to recollect On the ideas of an old time Which I never lived during But feel a part of today
I want to go back to that time Dress up in old dresses Be a pioneer Or a miner forty-niner
I want to feel the wagon beneath me Go to town on a horse And visit Ellis Island During its busiest time
I want to live in the 1800s A time far away from the present A time I wish I’d seen A time so interesting I’d be a part of history...
I want to go there today But oh! It’s my secret I can’t tell anyone
And it seems That no matter how hard I try, I shall never be a part Of that time
Of the age of exploration Of the Civil War Or Manifest Destiny And Industrialization
But I will dream a little dream everyday Of being there in fashions unlike todays Of riding in a wagon going to Oregon Of being in the dream that is my secret Of living in the 1800s....
My name is Karen Cullen and I am addicted to the night. Certain things can't be told for they will give my dinner a good fright.
Don't worry, I lurk in the shadows and strike only when my prey won’t expect Now, come on, from a vampire Would you expect anything less?
Once the moon comes out to play So do I. And when the dawn arises I must kiss the streets you walk goodbye and hide.
I used to be a fourteen year old freshman that attended your high school And I hide from the sun because it would show my secret. My skin is a curse that glitters like a disco ball.
I wish I had never asked for this curse, I would just like to be normal again. Sometimes I visit my old home Just to see my friends.
But of course I’m covered from head to toe As I watch from afar. Their smiles make me jealous But I keep them concealed in a jar
Some humans would call my jar a heart. It stopped beating when I was reborn. Now I look at me and see I’m perfect But every lovely rose has its thorn.
My name is Karen Cullen And I have no friends They all think I have died For to them the kidnap and murder was the end.
My name is Karen Cullen And I am addicted to the night. Certain things can’t be told because I can’t show my true self And talk to you in the sunlight.
I have a secret but one I cannot tell I still sleep with a teddy bear I truly am not well I bring him everywhere, I need him by my side When I'm losing in basketball he helps me turn the tide
In chemistry, he's my lab buddy And right before finals he helps me study He signs all my permission slips And tells me how much to tip
In geometry he my little calculator And in swimming he is my life saver We are the best of friends taking on high school together He is my best friend there truly is no other
He is my brother from another mother I am proud I sleep with a teddy bear I really do not care Because the only thing that has meaning to me is my sweet dear teddy bear
I have this little secret That I’m about to tell My sibling is adopted, But they’re rather swell, My sibling is from Vietnam But they’re not from my mom Though truly not related 10 is what they’re rated, On the scale of sibling greatness Your record is so taintless, No matter who your mom is, No matter where you’re from, You are still my sibling, And here’s where you belong.
I’m Just a Poor Boy From a Poor Family Arman Sobhi
When I was born, I had a lot of needs My doctor made my parents pay for all them Despite their pleads This mad my parents hate him And they never went back The next time we needed medical help We went to see Dr.Pack
My dad worked for a trucking company My mother for a vineyard I know they never stopped loving me Because they continued to work very hard
When I turned six, my parents got me A shirt from the local Goodwill They said that I will soon see The reason for not showing ill-will Or to attack All those more fortunate who give the shirts off their backs
It is these events that I will always remember As I grow old That will remind me to never Show hate for how my life unfolds
I long to move to Australia that beautiful land I long to play with the Aborigines in the cool sand I long to leave this here place I call home But I cannot do that because my parents treat me like a gnome
At Outback Steakhouse I eat the local cuisine yet it is not so pristine For I am still sitting here in anguish Wishing I were there with a sandwich
I long for the delight When I play with the Aborigines under the light my parents won't let me frolic they think I will one day be a workaholic
But this shall not stop my dream Even if I must get mean For one day I shall be in Australia Frolicking with the Aborigines.
He forced them into hiding. He could not fathom anyone else Experiencing their beauty
Their tattered edges were imprisoned in Darkness. They lived like a genie in a bottle, All alone they were detained and never to leave. But why?
They had a special gift. They could traverse the world Without ever leaving their little box called Hell
They were meant to see everything The great plains and towering skyscrapers The impassioned monuments and extravagant palaces The salty seas and spacious skies
But they were reassured He would enter the little door and whispered to them, “Don’t you worry, my loves. You’re just my little secret.”
-By Colleen Hanson as advised by the magnificent Christopher Escobar
Field and Boot All day long, under the hot, hot sun, Finishing the field until I’m done, Rows of dirt along the fence, Plowing the earth that’s dense.
Cowboy boots on my feet, My connection where world and me meet, My life savings hidden in the earth, So that I can support my girth.
My dream to be out here all day, Stomping through my fields like it’s play, This heaven to be in, away from the din, Passed to me by my father, and before that, his.
What joy nature and the earth give, To be part of all that lives, To work hard with the land, Working together, hand in hand.
I would never enjoy being in a suit. No, the place for me is in my fields In my cowboy boots. -Eli B.
About a year ago Not so long ago I made a wish Such a birthday bliss To travel far riding an Avatar South to the equator To the land of Brazil I’ll dance with the cockatoos Flirt with the monkeys All these great things As great as they seem This wish never happened My plans faltered And things haltered For I realized being 13 I so not me
It was a 9-1-1 call I would never forget All because of a crazy guy I’ve never met, It was all in my head, Which was all on the floor And I’ll never know whether it had happened before.
The man was all up inside my head, Must’ve been from somewhere I’ve actually read, He was drugged on meth, And out of his mind, But he was only a figment and I was nowhere near fine.
So I called 9-1-1 and the police came, And they all showed up and thought it was lame. I was out of my mind, And nothing to do, So I decided to call it quits and tell it as it was true.
Before I could do that I had something to do, But I had a panic attack, something I would rue. I woke up on the floor, And I couldn’t remember, Whether this had happened or something I misremembered.
On the weekends By myself Secretively Even dirtgirlworld Sesame Street for life Sprout I love Angelina Ballerina Olivia and Oswald are my favorites Nick Jr By: Toni H.
My parents make me afraid to live the life I want, Truly I want to go live in Vermont, And write in pretty font, I wish they were nonchalant.
They won’t let me go to a party, Even with my best friend Marty! They want me to focus on being sporty, Not on being someones shawty.
They make me do all this homework, ‘Cause they say “we don’t want you to become a clerk,” They’re driving me berserk, With how each acts like such a jerk.
They threaten to disown me, If I ever have the feeling of glee, Even if it’s just for tea, Or a quick shopping spree.
They will throw me in the lake, Calling me a fake, Then beat me with a rake, Or throw me in a pit of snakes!
I can't be myself, As they try to put me on a shelf Saying it's for my health, Not caring about my mental wealth.
I want to bungee jump off a cliff, And give life more than a small whiff. Of course avoiding the silly tiff On if I would just biff.
It would fill my hearts great desire, If they would let me play with fire, And jump out of their torture empire. And let me be since I’m no liar.
It all started on Tuesday night when I was running late And I tripped over a shoe on the way to door To find my date standing there waiting
He opened the screen and came in while I grabbed my purse Then walked me to the door of his 1-ton truck And we talked as we drove to the game
Our tickets were stellar just above the glass And we had the perfect view of the goal The game was in full swing when he leaned over to say, “You have a smudge on your nose”
I pulled out my compact and a Kleenex Fixed my face then turned with a silly smile And gave him a thumbs up Accidentally throwing the compact And trying to catch it in midair I elbowed the my date Fell into the man next to me And stuck my right thumb in his eye
And that is how I killed a man With my right thumb On a Tuesday night
Crime The life my father lives How involved is he But not in a bad way He fights it Does not indulge in it Investigator if you may Fingerprints and DNA Keeping your country safe Bureau of Investigation Yup That's my daddy
Each time I enter a room, I stare For there, looming, sits a chair My knees start to quiver And my shoulders start to shiver Perspiration begins to drip Sliding down to my lip A chair is a death trap Between the back and seat, an evil gap Where if your pants are low Your crack will ultimately show Even worse a chair Is the folding kind where The chance of collapsing Is even more of a chancing And rocking chairs are the worst of all When I see one, I run screaming down the hall For even just the thought of leaning back Gives me a terrifying panic attack You might be thinking What is this girl drinking? Well, I’ll answer you this Each time I move to sit, I miss So how could I have not Developed this fear I’ve got?
Some kids choose to wear hats I wear underwear instead People point and say “what’s that?” I wear my “hat” to bed
I stretch the elastic over my head The leg holes make space for my ears Taking off this device I shall dread I can sleep with it on for years
Every night I wear a different design Dots, flowers, and stripes, oh my! Don’t fret; each and every pair is mine Kiss nights of interrupted sleep good-bye
As silly as it looks The Underwear hat has changed me I’ve read about it in books Recommended for those older than three
But wait, there’s more Order now and you will see It can be shipped right to your door Write out a check for $19.93
Harry Potter has gotten me hooked. The obsession grows stronger with every movie and book.
With Harry Potter stuff, I say the bigger the better I continue to wait to receive my late Hogwarts letter When I remember I am a muggle, excitement turns to depression The excitement from learning about witchcraft and wizardry was a part of this obsession
Dumbledore, Hermione, Sirius, Snape, Harry and Ron Some of these characters have come, stayed, and gone As they look back through the pensive at moments that were wrong, The memories would hit me like a sad phoenix song.
I read and watch Harry Potter night, morning, and day Pretending I’m a wizard when I go out to play When I pretend to cast spells like “Avada Kadavra”” Expelliarmus!” I receive weird looks But I rub it off and return to my books
Through it all, Harry and I both always stayed strong. I will love these adventure no matter how far they go along. Millions of Harry Potter books world wide had to sell I’ve read and loved all 7 down to the very last words for “All was well”
A tattoo upon my wrist I wish, Not of a cat, a rat, or even a fish. I had a friend that died not too long ago, A stallion life he lived, I know. My wrist just looks so bare all day, All I see are veins, this changes I pray. My friend would love it upon my arm, Just as he loved it on the farm. My mom will never let me scar my skin, With her, my dog, or even with him. I fear one day I will forget, the love I shared, the love I met. When I turn eighteen, I do presume, that I will get the ink, my beloved tattoo. My horse will now loved and missed, And forever live upon my wrist.
I am a Ninja Joe G Hidden, I run with the night, I swoop and soar in the sky, Looking, wherever there is a fight, I am a ninja Decked out in black, I am untouchable, I dare you, try to attack, I am a ninja My shinobi gives me power, Defeat me, you can’t, I’m 5 feet tall, but with skills, I tower, I am a ninja Flips are what I do, I was a gymnast in a past life, I’m a ninja with a crew, I’m a ninja I mustn’t tell my friends, For they would judge me, So instead I hide behind a lens I’m a ninja
The sun goes down every night as the moon approaches. Each days end is the start if another. But the days just seem to be getting worse and worse And the laughter never comes like it used to.
I stopped talking, Because no one would listen. I stopped caring, Because no one cared back. I stopped wanting to live, Because it felt like no one wanted me alive.
I don't remember how it got this way, But i know it will never go back. You can't say your sorry. You can't take it back. What's done is done And now you'll never see me again.
I'm gone from this earth And can never come back. I can't be saved. It wont matter how hard you try, Because it's too late.
I have a great big secret For which I am not ashamed I am proud to be descended From such a famous name That person is my granddad Of delicious fast food fame All round the world he is known By a military name
His face is known by all Even more familiar to me I see it all the time Especially at KFC His jolly smiling eyes And little white goatee They greet me from the doors And this I always see As I walk in to order food At the restaurant KFC
I have a friend his name is Larry I’m proud to say he’s not very scary My mom said no but I don’t care Its not like she even knows that he’s there
He is silent as a mouse (except for when he eats them) And even in the bathtub does he knows how to swim My friend sally thinks he’s gross Even though I think he’s cool
And the lifeguard wasn’t happy when I brought him to the swimming pool Larry is my friend and another I don’t really wanna And why should it matter that he’s an Iguana?
I’m afraid I have a secret.
ReplyDeleteI’ve hidden it for years.
My classmates would shun me,
That is my greatest fear.
Though I live in Denver,
I’m a traitor, I’m afraid.
The reason is my team,
Not bearing this town’s name.
The Cubs, they are perfect!
They almost never lose!
They’re fun to watch,
They steal my time,
For I can’t walk away.
Though they are from Chicago,
I support them through and through.
Cubs, there is no team
Quite as good as you.
~Katie C.
I’m not who you think I am.
ReplyDeleteThe way you see me is different than I see myself.
Maybe it’s because you judge from the moment you see someone.
Maybe it’s because you just never really got to know me.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never opened myself up.
Whatever the reason is, I’m not who you think I am.
Sometimes I wish that you could see me the way I see myself,
But other times I’m glad that I hide behind this mask
Because I don’t think you’d appreciate what you see.
Maybe you do really know me
And I just don’t realize it.
There are so many twists and turns and possibilities,
It’s hard to tell.
You must have a story,
Maybe that’s why you don’t pay attention
To who I really am.
I have a story,
Sometimes it’s just hard to tell what the plot line is.
I know I have a mask on,
And it’s time for me to take it off.
Forget about what people think, what YOU think,
And embrace the feeling of vulnerability.
Because I want you to know who I am.
Hailey F.
Its a fear that doesn't go away,
ReplyDeleteOne that always stays.
Even though the night is gone,
And the sun begins the day.
Its a part of my daily life,
That could kill me like a knife.
Deathly afraid I am,
Of dying without a wife.
Loneliness is not my only fear,
To me this is clear.
I can't be in a small space,
Alone, with only my tears.
It would kill me to be,
In a situation you see,
In a small space,
With only I, myself, and me.
Trevor J.
Yeah, she’s really pretty
ReplyDeleteI get told all the time
She can be really witty
But frowning is a crime
She travels more than stays
And she talks about world peace
She always winks and waves
This job she’ll never seize
Sometimes it makes me jealous
The way her eyes can shine
My dad thinks it’s hellish
The way she doesn’t try
He’s just as jealous as I
But not really for her looks
All the other guys that try
For her are just plain crooks
I knew that I’d be green-eyed
I knew that one of these days
A girl would make me snide
The she walks and sways
The story can get wild
When I tell people who ask
“Who makes you jealous child?”
I can’t break through the mask
Most want to be models
Some an architect
Some just want some daughters
Others to be a vet
Maybe those last three
And a model I once saw
My mom you’ll see on TV
She is Miss America
She’s the oldest of the bunch
But pretty as can be
Sometimes I get a hunch
Maybe the next should be me
A model I will never
It’s hopeless in my mind
I cannot face the weather
Of running along behind
Miss America is big
And my mom is the best
I wouldn’t need a wig
Or some fancy made up test
I cannot walk in heals
Or be comfortable in swim wear
There are too many deals
For me to give a care
So yes my mother is
Miss America to this date
But I am no wiz
At even going on a date
I’m jealous of my mom
And that is truly sad
But I will stay really calm
And will not be mad
~Taylor O.
I thought my family was amazing
ReplyDeleteUntil the Monday of last week.
That was when I looked through my family albums
And found a hidden secret.
My mom and dad have been married
years before I was born.
I never questioned their relationship
Until the Monday of last week.
I love my mom and dad like any other kid.
But I found out the hard way
That I had been lied to everyday.
I never realized that my parents
Could be different in any way.
I subtly asked questions
But my parents dodged them with ease.
They asked me why I was asking,
And I told them that
I found out a secret
On the Monday of last week.
My dad was loyal to my mom to a fault.
But once in his life, it wasn’t like that at all.
My dad had a relationship with someone besides my mom.
And when I looked through the photo albums
I finally figured it out.
My dad was once married to another woman.
He never spoke about her and I wonder if my mom knew.
That when she married dad,
she married a divorced man.
I talked about it with my dad
And he asked how I figured it out.
I told him that I looked through photo albums
on the Monday of last week.
I told him that there was a picture of a different woman.
He was in a suit and tie
While she was clad in white.
I told him that I knew right then
That he had had another wife.
He told me to never tell my mom
And that it was our little secret.
I have a secret
ReplyDeleteA dark and shameful thing
So horrible that I’m afraid
I won’t be able to keep it
I like to recollect
On the ideas of an old time
Which I never lived during
But feel a part of today
I want to go back to that time
Dress up in old dresses
Be a pioneer
Or a miner forty-niner
I want to feel the wagon beneath me
Go to town on a horse
And visit Ellis Island
During its busiest time
I want to live in the 1800s
A time far away from the present
A time I wish I’d seen
A time so interesting
I’d be a part of history...
I want to go there today
But oh!
It’s my secret
I can’t tell anyone
And it seems
That no matter how hard I try,
I shall never be a part
Of that time
Of the age of exploration
Of the Civil War
Or Manifest Destiny
And Industrialization
But I will dream a little dream everyday
Of being there in fashions unlike todays
Of riding in a wagon going to Oregon
Of being in the dream that is my secret
Of living in the 1800s....
Maggie M.
ReplyDeleteEvery day I go to school
Wearing my bulky, strong shoe.
I am sure to always buy
Fireproof clothing too.
I know it may sound crazy
It is a secret I don’t share
But I have an enormous fear
That I can barely bear.
I am terrified of fire
Burning, flaming, pain
I truly think that this world
Is burning through the rain.
Water cannot stop it
Nor can floods and snow
This whole earth is burning now
Right now, it does not show.
Just wait it out a couple years
Soon I promise you will see
The world is burning to the ground
To Pluto we must flee.
The only way to save
All of humanity
Is to take a trip to outer space
And live there safe and free.
My name is Karen Cullen
ReplyDeleteand I am addicted to the night.
Certain things can't be told
for they will give my dinner a good fright.
Don't worry, I lurk in the shadows
and strike only when my prey won’t expect
Now, come on, from a vampire
Would you expect anything less?
Once the moon comes out to play
So do I.
And when the dawn arises
I must kiss the streets you walk goodbye and hide.
I used to be a fourteen year old freshman that attended your high school
And I hide from the sun because it would show my secret.
My skin is a curse that glitters like a disco ball.
I wish I had never asked for this curse,
I would just like to be normal again.
Sometimes I visit my old home
Just to see my friends.
But of course I’m covered from head to toe
As I watch from afar.
Their smiles make me jealous
But I keep them concealed in a jar
Some humans would call my jar a heart.
It stopped beating when I was reborn.
Now I look at me and see I’m perfect
But every lovely rose has its thorn.
My name is Karen Cullen
And I have no friends
They all think I have died
For to them the kidnap and murder was the end.
My name is Karen Cullen
And I am addicted to the night.
Certain things can’t be told because I can’t show my true self
And talk to you in the sunlight.
Their eyes are always watching,
ReplyDeleteThose devils fly with wings,
I faint upon the touch
Of those ghastly little things
Their colors are deceiving
"What beauties" they all say
But I know that they all will
Turn on us one day
I have mottephobia,
Some don't understand,
That butterflies are scary
As they fly across the land
You think my fear is dumb,
And I know that they don't bite,
But when I see those beady eyes
I start to run in fright
I Have a Secret
ReplyDeleteBy: Michael Carlson
I have a secret but one I cannot tell
I still sleep with a teddy bear I truly am not well
I bring him everywhere, I need him by my side
When I'm losing in basketball he helps me turn the tide
In chemistry, he's my lab buddy
And right before finals he helps me study
He signs all my permission slips
And tells me how much to tip
In geometry he my little calculator
And in swimming he is my life saver
We are the best of friends taking on high school together
He is my best friend there truly is no other
He is my brother from another mother
I am proud I sleep with a teddy bear
I really do not care
Because the only thing that has meaning to me is my sweet dear teddy bear
I have this little secret
ReplyDeleteThat I’m about to tell
My sibling is adopted,
But they’re rather swell,
My sibling is from Vietnam
But they’re not from my mom
Though truly not related
10 is what they’re rated,
On the scale of sibling greatness
Your record is so taintless,
No matter who your mom is,
No matter where you’re from,
You are still my sibling,
And here’s where you belong.
British Accents
ReplyDeleteYou think your life is difficult?
Have you tried living mine?
My past will always haunt me,
It shows up all the time.
It’s something I can try and hide,
But it’s hard to just erase.
When I say “lad” instead of “boy”,
Watch my teacher’s face.
I don’t know why I had to leave,
Perhaps England was too dreary.
But at this point I’m not so sure
America is more cheery.
They all giggle when I talk,
Some just turn and stare,
But I’m not some bloody animal
Caught in a hunter’s snare.
And that is why I have to hide
My accent from you all.
It’s not that I’m ashamed of it,
But it drives me up the wall.
Maybe someday I’ll learn to accept
My prim and proper sound,
Though if it does show up one day,
It might not stick around.
I dread every car ride,
ReplyDeleteI hate the metal hide,
I'm dreaming of the bounce
inside my every ounce
I want to be with a horse
Wind whipping through my hair,
it just is not fair
I'm stuck in this metal trap
I want to be shoveling crap
all to take care of my horse
I want to be rich with horses six
but now I'm in quite a fix
because I don't have a horse
and I'm stuck here, of course
in this gray stupid city
The fields of green and brown
with flowers like a crown
is where I'll be in twenty
with my horses of plenty
instead of this stupid city
Paige J.
My Secret
ReplyDeleteBy Kathryn C. p.2
I have a secret I was told to keep.
It’s been in my family for years.
So far no one has discovered it;
Until now.
It’s time the truth was known,
I’m tired of hiding the story,
It started way back when,
Before time.
15 years to the day, I was born.
I was born in a hospital,
Then moved to a house.
My house.
Little did I know,
As I frolicked and played,
That under my feet
It lay.
I found the secret so dearly hid,
The truth beneath my house.
Down I went, till I found it:
A door.
What lay behind the door?
I can scarce say here.
A room, a horror, a darkness.
A cellar.
How can you live in your house,
All the days of your life,
And not know every nook, cranny
And secret?
Here, it’s criminal to withhold information.
No one know how it happens,
But doom it shall be.
My doom.
Am I ready to face this?
I don’t have much choice.
I never told my secret
Until now.
I have a secret,
ReplyDeleteI was once a pageant queen.
It was a long time ago,
I was only thirteen.
In October,
right around Halloween.
My friend also competed,
But I was the one who caused a scene.
Pageant days are long,
we needed lots of caffeine.
It was close to our house,
Just up in Evergreen.
There was a lot to be done before the big day,
I had my dress dry cleaned.
I got my spray tan.
And my teeth cleaned.
Somehow it all got done.
My dress was green,
And my shoes white.
Some might call me a winning machine,
Because I was the pageant queen.
~Melissa R
I’m Just a Poor Boy From a Poor Family
ReplyDeleteArman Sobhi
When I was born, I had a lot of needs
My doctor made my parents pay for all them
Despite their pleads
This mad my parents hate him
And they never went back
The next time we needed medical help
We went to see Dr.Pack
My dad worked for a trucking company
My mother for a vineyard
I know they never stopped loving me
Because they continued to work very hard
When I turned six, my parents got me
A shirt from the local Goodwill
They said that I will soon see
The reason for not showing ill-will
Or to attack
All those more fortunate who give the shirts off their backs
It is these events that I will always remember
As I grow old
That will remind me to never
Show hate for how my life unfolds
When the moon is at its height,
ReplyDeleteAnd my parents are out of sight,
I put on clothes colored dark,
So I'm not seen in the park.
Down the stairs I do sneak,
Hoping that they do not creak.
In my basement my escape,
Is a window behind a drape.
It is easy to unlock,
Even though I'm not Sherlock.
Out into the night I climb,
All the while feeling sublime.
I begin my little journey,
To compete in the tourney.
When I finally arrive,
I am ready to connive.
Next, we both begin to fight,
And continue 'till daylight.
I can see my final move,
One which no one could disprove.
Then, my opponent took the bait,
And in victory, I screamed, "Check mate!"
-Elly Jack
World War III may happen soon
ReplyDeleteYou simply never know
And so in case an emergency arises
I have hidden dinero down below
In the depths of my big basement
Where spiders creep and crawl
I have a wad of great green cash
And it's a really big old haul
Thieves and robbers are quite tricky
But I am smarter than they
If they break in and steal my money
My secret stash will save the day
If granny falls and breaks a hip
Or dad crashes the car
I will be prepared for a crisis
Whether it's near or very far
All in all to sum things up
My money is quite handy
And so I've heard that saving money
Simply make one oh so dandy!
-Klarissa Schwiethale
I long to move to Australia that beautiful land
ReplyDeleteI long to play with the Aborigines in the cool sand
I long to leave this here place I call home
But I cannot do that because my parents treat me like a gnome
At Outback Steakhouse I eat the local cuisine
yet it is not so pristine
For I am still sitting here in anguish
Wishing I were there with a sandwich
I long for the delight
When I play with the Aborigines under the light
my parents won't let me frolic
they think I will one day be a workaholic
But this shall not stop my dream
Even if I must get mean
For one day I shall be in Australia
Frolicking with the Aborigines.
Gabe S
I wish my dog was funny
ReplyDeleteKind of like Scooby Doo
I wish my dog was cunning
Like Lassie, brave and true
I wish she could do back flips
Or maybe even talk
Instead mooching off my chips
And how she barely even walks
Don’t get me wrong
My dog is great
She can’t sing songs
But I love that face
She has furr like fuzz
And she doesn’t bark
But I wish she was
A movie star
Of all the secrets of the world
ReplyDeleteI could have sat in a corner curled
My secret is there for the entire world to see
I’m ready to let it out with glee
I am a vegetarian
I’m not a meat-eating barbarian
Lettuce, apples, bananas, and tomatoes
Cabbage, broccoli, asparagus, and potatoes
The food I desire
The plants I admire
I’d never eat meat
I’d never miss a beet
I’m a plant lover at heart
Those veggies make you smart
It may not sound like a big deal
But how could you eat a veggie meal
I have this giant secret,
ReplyDeleteOne that’s hard to hide
For every Sunday night,
I put my work aside
I sneak down to the basement
And turn on our TV
To watch my little secret
I’m a diehard trekkie
I have every season
Every movie, every show
Killing hours on my couch
Is my favorite way to go
When I see Captain Kirk
Show up on the screen,
My stomach does a flip
And I give a little scream
I often wish my dad was Vulcan
So I could be like Spock
He’s a great lieutenant
And he really walks the walk
I’m part of every fan club
The conventions are the best
I know it sounds dorky
But I’m glad I have confessed
Star Trek is my passion
And I will not let it go
I don’t care what you’re thinking
I'll reject the status quo
-Drew W.
He forced them into hiding.
ReplyDeleteHe could not fathom anyone else
Experiencing their beauty
Their tattered edges were imprisoned in
Darkness.
They lived like a genie in a bottle,
All alone they were detained and never to leave.
But why?
They had a special gift.
They could traverse the world
Without ever leaving their little box called Hell
They were meant to see everything
The great plains and towering skyscrapers
The impassioned monuments and extravagant palaces
The salty seas and spacious skies
But they were reassured
He would enter the little door
and whispered to them,
“Don’t you worry, my loves.
You’re just my little secret.”
-By Colleen Hanson as advised by the magnificent Christopher Escobar
Field and Boot
ReplyDeleteAll day long, under the hot, hot sun,
Finishing the field until I’m done,
Rows of dirt along the fence,
Plowing the earth that’s dense.
Cowboy boots on my feet,
My connection where world and me meet,
My life savings hidden in the earth,
So that I can support my girth.
My dream to be out here all day,
Stomping through my fields like it’s play,
This heaven to be in, away from the din,
Passed to me by my father, and before that, his.
What joy nature and the earth give,
To be part of all that lives,
To work hard with the land,
Working together, hand in hand.
I would never enjoy being in a suit.
No, the place for me is in my fields
In my cowboy boots.
-Eli B.
Nothing to do
ReplyDeleteThe unicycle askew
Feel the need to fidget
I get no more credit
Missing the friend
My feelings begin to blend
The balls bouncing
Feel the need for prancing
I can ride a unicycle
If there was only a twinkle
I can juggle
With little struggle
Why not try it
For I must admit
There is nothing to do
The unicycle and balls must be a clue
Doing both at the same time
Is just my prime
I was bored
What else is unexplored?
By Nick Salas
"I Have A Bromance With Tim Tebow"
ReplyDeleteI love famous people
I love them all the way
Sometimes I find
I’m loved back in the same way.
I met a man
Just a while ago
Who called himself
Tim Tebow.
He played football
Nothing less
What else he enjoyed
I could not guess.
We had a great friendship
One that went so well
I knew it was a bromance
As time would soon tell.
He loved sports
And fans like me
That’s how I knew
Our bromance had invincibility.
He still played football
Our friendship still increased
It was great in our minds
We knew we were both beast.
To this day
I still know
I have a bromance
With Tim Tebow.
-Willie D.
About a year ago
ReplyDeleteNot so long ago
I made a wish
Such a birthday bliss
To travel far
riding an Avatar
South to the equator
To the land of Brazil
I’ll dance with the cockatoos
Flirt with the monkeys
All these great things
As great as they seem
This wish never happened
My plans faltered
And things haltered
For I realized being 13
I so not me
It was a 9-1-1 call I would never forget
ReplyDeleteAll because of a crazy guy I’ve never met,
It was all in my head,
Which was all on the floor
And I’ll never know whether it had happened before.
The man was all up inside my head,
Must’ve been from somewhere I’ve actually read,
He was drugged on meth,
And out of his mind,
But he was only a figment and I was nowhere near fine.
So I called 9-1-1 and the police came,
And they all showed up and thought it was lame.
I was out of my mind,
And nothing to do,
So I decided to call it quits and tell it as it was true.
Before I could do that I had something to do,
But I had a panic attack, something I would rue.
I woke up on the floor,
And I couldn’t remember,
Whether this had happened or something I misremembered.
-Blake D.
Shoe of all sorts
ReplyDeleteKinds for all sports
I wear them all to airports
And sometimes ever seaports
All it does is support
Dots, stripes, plaid, and plain
Even ones to play in the rain
I got them for a bargain
And they come in vitrain
I run and jump
I don't sit on my rump
Sometimes I get bumped
But it doesn't make me a grump
Converse, flip flops, flats, and boots
It doesn't mean I forgot my roots
I can wear them all to folkmoots
I don't even have bigfoots
I always try to search
That means I never start to perch
But I still do my research
Just so I can be a learch
-Anne W
Most people watch TV,
ReplyDeleteAnd recognize the stars
I used to be inside the box,
Earning tons of golden bars
The show was know as 'Dora'
They said it would go big,
Teaching little kids the basics
It was a super awesome gig
Until one day they lost viewers,
And they had to make some cuts
Sadly I lost my job,
And now I work part-time selling peanuts
I attended school for my first time,
After years of being home schooled
As soon as someone heard me speak,
I was sure they wouldn't be fooled
And so I said the catchy phrase,
"Swiper, no swiping!"
Instead, people turned and stared,
As if it was a horrific tune I was piping
For now I'll hide that funny secret,
Until it comes a creeping
It is a past I would have liked people to notice,
But that career will not be peeping
Rachel H
On the weekends
ReplyDeleteBy myself
Secretively
Even dirtgirlworld
Sesame Street for life
Sprout
I love Angelina Ballerina
Olivia and Oswald are my favorites
Nick Jr
By: Toni H.
I have a secret,
ReplyDeleteOne I can't hide.
I find I can no longer sleep on my side.
I'm cranky,
I'm nauseous,
I'm getting quite round.
Believe me when I say I'm putting on the pounds.
I'm hungry all the time,
And now walking up the stairs is a climb.
So what's happening to me?
The answer you seek is
I'm pregnant, you see, and I've got six more weeks.
-Emma Y.
Everyone has their quirks
ReplyDeleteBy golly this is true
Some times people give me smirks
Cause they know whats in my shoe
I have an extra appendage
On my foot that's not correct
Sometimes it takes some extra spendage
For socks can be hard to select
But its really wonderful
To be blessed with such a gift
My toe nails are so colorful
How could I be miffed?
There's such pleasure
In having six toes
I'd take it any day, I'm sure
Over having an extra nose
What? and How?
Are the questions they ask the most
For my toe is spotted like a cow
But really, I shouldn't boast
The doctors have tried and tried
Cause sure I have a sixth toe
But how can it be dyed?
What a tale of woe
For now I just walk the earth
Like anyone else you'd see
Some look at me like I've given birth
But hey, it doesn't bother me
Gabriella N.
My parents make me afraid to live the life I want,
ReplyDeleteTruly I want to go live in Vermont,
And write in pretty font,
I wish they were nonchalant.
They won’t let me go to a party,
Even with my best friend Marty!
They want me to focus on being sporty,
Not on being someones shawty.
They make me do all this homework,
‘Cause they say “we don’t want you to become a clerk,”
They’re driving me berserk,
With how each acts like such a jerk.
They threaten to disown me,
If I ever have the feeling of glee,
Even if it’s just for tea,
Or a quick shopping spree.
They will throw me in the lake,
Calling me a fake,
Then beat me with a rake,
Or throw me in a pit of snakes!
I can't be myself,
As they try to put me on a shelf
Saying it's for my health,
Not caring about my mental wealth.
I want to bungee jump off a cliff,
And give life more than a small whiff.
Of course avoiding the silly tiff
On if I would just biff.
It would fill my hearts great desire,
If they would let me play with fire,
And jump out of their torture empire.
And let me be since I’m no liar.
-Brooke G.
It all started on Tuesday night when I was running late
ReplyDeleteAnd I tripped over a shoe on the way to door
To find my date standing there waiting
He opened the screen and came in while I grabbed my purse
Then walked me to the door of his 1-ton truck
And we talked as we drove to the game
Our tickets were stellar just above the glass
And we had the perfect view of the goal
The game was in full swing when he leaned over to say,
“You have a smudge on your nose”
I pulled out my compact and a Kleenex
Fixed my face then turned with a silly smile
And gave him a thumbs up
Accidentally throwing the compact
And trying to catch it in midair
I elbowed the my date
Fell into the man next to me
And stuck my right thumb in his eye
And that is how I killed a man
With my right thumb
On a Tuesday night
-Lauren T.
Many people see me wearing shorts
ReplyDeleteOr athletic pants while playing sports
But most all people don't have a clue
That when I'm at home, I put on my tutu
I'll wear it when I go to my house
And I sometimes wear it with my blouse
I always wear multicolored socks too
Whenever I am at home in my tutu
I like the way it feels
Even though my mom always squels
"The thing is covered in mildew"
But that's why I like my tutu
So people may not know
That I might be a little physco
and it is very true
That I wear a pink tutu
Cochlear
ReplyDeleteSenses are fragile,
They can be broken
Mine was as a baby,
And about it I have hardly spoken.
The doctors tried to help me
With a small piece of technology
They were correct, it held the key
To unlocking my biology
Still, muffles are all I can hear
Signals sent to my brain
Warning me of what I should fear
yet in it I can find no shame
Deafness isn’t a condition
Rather a unique trait
Im a person either way
And my hearing cant take that away
-Julia S.
Crime
ReplyDeleteThe life my father lives
How involved is he
But not in a bad way
He fights it
Does not indulge in it
Investigator if you may
Fingerprints and DNA
Keeping your country safe
Bureau of Investigation
Yup
That's my daddy
I was walking down the street
ReplyDeleteMy best friend at my side
I'm talking about my pet you see
My green tree frog named Clyde
I kept him on a leash
So he'd be safe and sound
When all the sudden around the corner
Comes my neighbor and his hound
I started walking quickly
Away from that big old frightening dog
I could never live without my friend you see
I am talking about my frog
Suddenly he’s chasing me
That crazy psycho dog
I started running faster
And tripped and dropped my frog
With a loud squish I could tell
My best friend had just died
I started crying out for help
But I knew that I was out of time
The dog continued running
He was just chasing a cat!
It was all my fault I realized
And I cried and cried as I sat
- Baergen Schultz
Cathisophobia
ReplyDeleteEach time I enter a room, I stare
For there, looming, sits a chair
My knees start to quiver
And my shoulders start to shiver
Perspiration begins to drip
Sliding down to my lip
A chair is a death trap
Between the back and seat, an evil gap
Where if your pants are low
Your crack will ultimately show
Even worse a chair
Is the folding kind where
The chance of collapsing
Is even more of a chancing
And rocking chairs are the worst of all
When I see one, I run screaming down the hall
For even just the thought of leaning back
Gives me a terrifying panic attack
You might be thinking
What is this girl drinking?
Well, I’ll answer you this
Each time I move to sit, I miss
So how could I have not
Developed this fear I’ve got?
Some kids choose to wear hats
ReplyDeleteI wear underwear instead
People point and say “what’s that?”
I wear my “hat” to bed
I stretch the elastic over my head
The leg holes make space for my ears
Taking off this device I shall dread
I can sleep with it on for years
Every night I wear a different design
Dots, flowers, and stripes, oh my!
Don’t fret; each and every pair is mine
Kiss nights of interrupted sleep good-bye
As silly as it looks
The Underwear hat has changed me
I’ve read about it in books
Recommended for those older than three
But wait, there’s more
Order now and you will see
It can be shipped right to your door
Write out a check for $19.93
Harry Potter has gotten me hooked.
ReplyDeleteThe obsession grows stronger with every movie and book.
With Harry Potter stuff, I say the bigger the better
I continue to wait to receive my late Hogwarts letter
When I remember I am a muggle, excitement turns to depression
The excitement from learning about witchcraft and wizardry was a part of this obsession
Dumbledore, Hermione, Sirius, Snape, Harry and Ron
Some of these characters have come, stayed, and gone
As they look back through the pensive at moments that were wrong,
The memories would hit me like a sad phoenix song.
I read and watch Harry Potter night, morning, and day
Pretending I’m a wizard when I go out to play
When I pretend to cast spells like “Avada Kadavra”” Expelliarmus!” I receive weird looks
But I rub it off and return to my books
Through it all, Harry and I both always stayed strong.
I will love these adventure no matter how far they go along.
Millions of Harry Potter books world wide had to sell
I’ve read and loved all 7 down to the very last words for “All was well”
No, no, no, no, no!
ReplyDeleteI was once a normal person,
Just like everyone and you,
But then I had a problem,
So that statement’s no longer true.
I was drinking at a local bar,
And badly singing the Blues,
When I fell of the stage and bumped my head,
An action I later would rue.
The doctors said I had problem,
After I tried to eat poo,
They tried to make me go to rehab,
But I said, “I can think better than you!”
No, no, no, no, no, I said,
I was only going to the loo,
Don’t send me to that awful place,
I promise I won’t eat poo!
Though in the end, I landed behind bars,
One thing I know is true,
Do not fall off the stage at a bar,
And do not go to the loo!
In the darkness I stalk my prey
ReplyDeleteWith bow and arrow, and bare feet
I am an Algonquian warrior
And I will never be beat!
I haven’t told my friends yet
My classmates would never guess
That I am a fighter for justice!
I just fight a little differently than the rest.
I hunt down every criminal
I help stuck cats out of trees
And if there’s a lost puppy,
The one who finds it will be me.
If in the winter it gets chilly,
My trusty moccasins I will wear
And my hand me down fur cape
If there is snow in the air.
I become a hero in the dead of night
My curfew is not a problem
But if the police catch me out
They’ll reprimand me, and I can’t stop them.
My identity is a secret for now
My cover can’t be blown
If my enemies knew where I was,
They might hunt me back to my home.
The legends that tell of my ancestry
May or may not all be true
But Pocahontas, my many greats grandmother,
I will always look up to you!
It’s very hard to meet people
ReplyDeleteIn this age and day
So I have to “make” my friends
In a different kind of way
Maybe it’s a little weird
But I am very shy
The thought of going out and talking
Makes me want to cry
My best friend is always there for me
Although he cannot speak
He listens to me pour my heart out
And my secrets he won’t leak
He may be made of glue and paper
But he’s always there
My best friend is a collage
He’s the only one who cares
Angelo Garcia
ReplyDeleteYou share with me every secret
and think that I'm your friend
but I really don't regret
when I share with everyone your freaky trend.
When your board you always text me
and I always text you back
I'm not trying to be friendly
and I will never have your back.
I don't like the way you look
and don't care what sports you play
I would rather read a book
then listen to what you have to say.
Secret;)
ReplyDeleteA tattoo upon my wrist I wish,
Not of a cat, a rat, or even a fish.
I had a friend that died not too long ago,
A stallion life he lived, I know.
My wrist just looks so bare all day,
All I see are veins, this changes I pray.
My friend would love it upon my arm,
Just as he loved it on the farm.
My mom will never let me scar my skin,
With her, my dog, or even with him.
I fear one day I will forget,
the love I shared, the love I met.
When I turn eighteen, I do presume,
that I will get the ink, my beloved tattoo.
My horse will now loved and missed,
And forever live upon my wrist.
Fire, majestic flames
ReplyDeleteburn through everything in sight
my own heroin
Kathleen C
Drunk driving
ReplyDeleteAlmost took my life
Because one hit my car
He sent me rolling seven times
Felt like a traumatic attack
Eleven years ago
Did this happen just moments back
This had me wondering
Could I soon reach heaven
Tumbling through the air
It was thundering
Off the road
Left my life pending
Like a lightning strike
My family broken
Asked if this was the ending
Forced to recover
Could I ever mend
My broken heart
And Broken soul
All because of
Drunk Driving
If you asked around the world
ReplyDelete“What are you afraid of?”
You’d get answers from people like
Snakes needles spiders pain love.
But my fear is slightly different
It’s off cereal in my lunch
And no it’s not the Cheerios
Or Cinnamon Toast Crunch-
It’s those blasted frosted flakes
And not the cereal inside
It’s that scary tiger on the front
He makes me want to hide.
That’s my biggest fear, it’s true,
It’s a secret I must keep-
For if I let it everyone around me know,
I’ll never be able to sleep.
~Elli S.
I am a Ninja
ReplyDeleteJoe G
Hidden, I run with the night,
I swoop and soar in the sky,
Looking, wherever there is a fight,
I am a ninja
Decked out in black,
I am untouchable,
I dare you, try to attack,
I am a ninja
My shinobi gives me power,
Defeat me, you can’t,
I’m 5 feet tall, but with skills, I tower,
I am a ninja
Flips are what I do,
I was a gymnast in a past life,
I’m a ninja with a crew,
I’m a ninja
I mustn’t tell my friends,
For they would judge me,
So instead I hide behind a lens
I’m a ninja
It's Too Late
ReplyDeleteAnnie G
The sun goes down every night as the moon approaches.
Each days end is the start if another.
But the days just seem to be getting worse and worse
And the laughter never comes like it used to.
I stopped talking,
Because no one would listen.
I stopped caring,
Because no one cared back.
I stopped wanting to live,
Because it felt like no one wanted me alive.
I don't remember how it got this way,
But i know it will never go back.
You can't say your sorry.
You can't take it back.
What's done is done
And now you'll never see me again.
I'm gone from this earth
And can never come back.
I can't be saved.
It wont matter how hard you try,
Because it's too late.
Spiders, death, being alone
ReplyDeleteI’m oppressed with fear,
Not that anyone had known,
I hate to cry as I’m afraid of the tears,
that falls from my eyes,
I’m in a paranoia,
I look down,
my heart hurts as though been pierced by a jigsaw,
I don't want them to see me frown,
What I fear most isn't physically here,
its your opinion and my own
title is "what i fear"
DeleteMy grandpa cofounded Doritos
ReplyDeletesome people know a singer
or an actor
not me
My grandpa cofounded Doritos
They eat the chips
and leave them
no thanks to the man
who made them
he feels forgotten
So much for those Cheetos,
We have Doritos
Thanks to grandpa
There’s no more hoopla
I have super powers
ReplyDeleteAs many as the flowers
For in my own backyard
I am the only safeguard
My cape flows behind me
As I run tree to tree
And vanquish each foe
On my journey as I go
It’s just a big chase
Or even a race
To have fun in the sun
And always to run
Or maybe a standoff
With a scrapper who’s a showoff
A fighter from the fishpond
Against my trusty magic wand
But much to my chagrin
The dragon will always win
For I have no powers
Just as weak as mere flowers
But in my imagination
Everything is my creation
And with my mighty magic wand
I vanquish all the enemy spawned
For I have super powers
For every all evil things cowers
When I wear my cape
The world I can reshape
Colleen R.
ReplyDeleteI Have A Secret
I have a great big secret
For which I am not ashamed
I am proud to be descended
From such a famous name
That person is my granddad
Of delicious fast food fame
All round the world he is known
By a military name
His face is known by all
Even more familiar to me
I see it all the time
Especially at KFC
His jolly smiling eyes
And little white goatee
They greet me from the doors
And this I always see
As I walk in to order food
At the restaurant KFC
I have a poem already, but I really didn't like it, so I'm going to give my new and improved one!
ReplyDeleteI have a big huge secret,
Just like everyone and you,
I got into an accident,
Now I don't have a clue!
They tried to make me go to rehab,
After the things I would do,
But I said no, no, no!
Not that place would I go to!
Though I ended up there anyway,
One thing I know is true,
This is my big huge secret and,
This secret's just for you!
Secret Poem:
ReplyDeleteMy neighbors down the street,
Went to spend a week in Kalamazoo,
And trusted me to take care of
Little Max, their shitzu.
Despite his little body
He ate like a giant horse
He always licked his plate clean
Devouring his food with much force.
I had been doing so well
Anticipating a big paycheck
But with one little misstep
I had trouble up to my neck.
They came home from their trip
A day before I’d planned
And found Max weak with hunger;
He could barely stand.
You see it was
Just an innocent mistake
I was out enjoying myself
Playing ball down by the lake
I was really into the game
It must have just slipped my mind
But when my neighbors found out
They didn’t act quite so kind
They called me up to the house
And in front of my face waved my pay
Only to snatch it back from me
When I had no good excuse to say.
-Rick Zieser 2/22/12
I have a friend his name is Larry
ReplyDeleteI’m proud to say he’s not very scary
My mom said no but I don’t care
Its not like she even knows that he’s there
He is silent as a mouse (except for when he eats them)
And even in the bathtub does he knows how to swim
My friend sally thinks he’s gross
Even though I think he’s cool
And the lifeguard wasn’t happy when I brought him to the swimming pool
Larry is my friend and another I don’t really wanna
And why should it matter that he’s an Iguana?
- Taylor Brotherton