13 going on 14

Submitted by Maddi on Sun, 09/16/2012 - 00:25

I started writing this a while ago; then finished it of just now. Enjoy! * * * I'm turning fourteen in a month. For my thirteenth birthday I was so excited about becoming a teenager. This year, sure, I've been excited that I'm turning a different number. Don't get me wrong, I have every year. But this year I’m not so sure that’ll I wake up at 3:00 on my birthday morning and stay awake till it’s time to get up, not too mention opening my presents at 7:00 on the dot.

Ode to the Coffee Pot

Submitted by The Brit on Sat, 09/15/2012 - 18:22

Today, in honor of my friend,
I'd like to say some things.
I'd like to state my gratitude
For the happiness it brings.

On rainy days and stormy nights
It's there to make me grin,
And comfort me when all seems lost,
And when I cry within.

And when the sun is shining bright
And days are fine and nice
It isn't bad with flavoring
And whipped up cream, and ice.

In the morning when I arise,
I hear its perky chatter,
And smell that glorious scent of its,
Then, nothing is the matter.

Martje, Chapter Ten

Submitted by Sarah Bethany on Fri, 09/14/2012 - 18:10

SOMETIMES what changes the course of one’s life are not the pools of stars but the waters which up-rush and break those stars into a froth beyond reflection.

Martje lay on a bed-rest of two weeks, and Brita visited her frequently, bringing her schoolwork and occasionally truffles and bananas from her mother. Mr. Svenson put treats by her pillow as well: a wooden doll, a handkerchief embroidered with forget-me-nots, a paperback of stories for girls, and bunches of red grapes. Martje would wake to these surprises.

There is never oblivion, but another shape.

Photograph

Submitted by Aalen Fideli on Thu, 09/13/2012 - 01:16

On concrete and steel above people and birds
The sun has now fallen quite low in the sky
The buildings and trees are aflame with bright color
The scene makes you wish you could leap out and fly

A man holds a child with a smile on his face,
The child is happy to be with his dad.
They stand in a room that is somber and grey,
The smiles contrast with the room that is sad.

Unattainable

Submitted by The Brit on Wed, 09/12/2012 - 23:21

Above my head and beyond my hand,
I could see a door in the wall
If I stood on my toes and stretched my arm
I was still a little too small.
So I set a ladder just under the door
And I climbed to the top to try
But I still came short and missed my aim
For the knob was still too high.
I stacked up bricks on wooden blocks
And the latter atop a chair
But even that was not enough
And I grabbed a fist of air.
I tried to climb the remaining space
But the wall was smooth and I slipped.

But the World doesn't Seem to Notice

Submitted by Dan on Wed, 09/12/2012 - 16:46

There he is sitting all alone,
Desolate, sad, and Depressed,
He is a veteran and now he is home,
But the world doesn't seem to notice.

There's a frail, poor kid in Africa,
Someone gave him a gun and told him to fight,
So to his Mother he says "goodbye, I'll never see you again"
But the world doesn't seem to notice.

There's a beautiful, rich teenager,
Who sits alone on the porch swing,
Her parents, unavailable, are making her die inside,
But the world doesn't seem to notice.

Fallen is Rome: An Acrostic

Submitted by Kyleigh on Wed, 09/12/2012 - 11:13

There is but one focus for his eyes of black.
He looks intently at the bright rows of tubs,
Eagerly fingering his money.

Gelato of all colors and flavors
Lies in front of him; he licks his lips.
Over the counter his money goes; now in his hands a cone.
Red lips lick the cold and sweet, the treat goes down.
Years have passed since imperial greatness – but the splendor of food lives on.

An Absurd Collection of Poems

Submitted by Maddi on Tue, 09/11/2012 - 06:49

My Family

My house is full of nuts,
But I’m the klutiest klutz.

My sister drives me up the wall,
My brother, gee, he’s the craziest
Of all!

My dad’s a worrywart,
My mum’s the cheery sort,
And my twin is the one always in court.

What a funny family are we;
But I love my great, big family!

Woe to Me,

Woe to me, I am so excessively tired
Because my last dentist
Appointment has expired.

This strange new religion

Submitted by Taylor on Tue, 09/11/2012 - 03:39

Everything is a dog on this one leash:
All things move, seeking to make themselves better off.
Hot, dense air rises to cool and dissipate.
Wind blows to restore balance to the sky
filled with millions of gaseous molecules
all stumbling over one another.

People move to find their own space,
or else leave theirs to join together.