Time for a Change
She was a hero.
Rosa Parks was determined,
to make a great change.
Moving Forward
His great soul helped all.
As Gandhi changed India,
many lives were touched.
An Important Party
Boston Tea Party.
A step forward to freedom.
What a great protest.
For the Future
Hero in my eyes.
A brave man was MLK.
Made the world better.
Sacrifice
She was just fifteen.
She spoke for education.
Malala was strong.
Stand up for what you believe in,
Even if no one else is on your side.
Be rebellious,
But also be civil.
Let the past die,
Move on with your life,
It gets better with time.
No matter the tragedy,
No matter how bad times seem,
It will get better.
Once you’re able to move on,
You will be able to stand up and fight
Fight for what you believe is right
Fight and fight and fight
Fight for your life
All I wanted,
was a seat on the bus.
All I wanted,
was my right.
But like a fallen tree in the woods,
They dragged me out of there without hesitation.
The only right I had,
was the right to remain silent.
But what does it mean to have rights…
If you can’t live them.
Oh how they prefer a sick heart over the others.
Letting people die rather than being a donor.
They give us laws,
In order to break them,
but we break them like a quiet bird on a branch.
Because we make life to enjoy,
instead of enjoying to take life.
Like they did in Mississippi.
We won’t stop until everything done right.
Even if they fight, we’ll fight through the night until…
There is an empty seat on the bus.
What does it mean to have rules,
The one where it turns on each other through hate,
The one where freedom has become the necessity,
The place where goodness hides,
The place where source of self reflection is needed,
The Natural source of confidence lost,
The movement for natural rights began,
Exemplified a source of restrictions on human actions by Gandhi,
Belief that one shall not physically fight for what’s theirs,
The Segregation of colors just because they weren’t the needed color,
The realization that one shall break the rules to create better rules,
The power of unification through tolerance and in arms,
Reflection of past following the future,
Age of darkness controlled by fear,
Nature shall take a hold of your inner struggles.
You are not complete until you reach it
Full potential is what you need
Believe in yourself
And stay true to yourself
Speak your mind
Keep your opinions firm
Started from a discussion club
We are all individuals
With our own opinions and ideas
Stick to yourself when no one else is there
Imagination is a part you will need
Creativity and counter-cultural spirit is needed to succeed
Everything is connected through it all
We get jealous of people that have nicer things
Yet when we get like them you are straying farther from success
What do you have?
Do you know who you are?
It’s so easy to fall in love.
And it’s never planned.
You don’t have to fall in love with one person.
Or anyone at all.
Fall in love with the flower growing in your front yard,
Fall in love with the way his eyes squint when he smiles,
Fall in love with the dew drops falling off the strings of a spider web,
Fall in love with the little rainbow that the glare of your window made,
Fall in love with the sky or the little old lady you saw in the cafe,
You don’t have to fall in love with a person,
Fall in love with life.
Every goosebump,
Every scrape,
Every strand of hair,
Every wrinkle on every finger,
Makes up for all of the pieces of yourself that you’re still mending.
Every layer
every nail bed
and every vein
Hides the secrets you’re trying to keep.
But keeping them from yourself will not do any good.
Mend your own cuts.
Trust yourself.
Do not judge me,
Do not nudge me,
Do not take my name and smudge me.
I will not budge,
I will not trudge,
I will just laugh and eat some fudge.
~M.Z.
Dear High School,
It has been fun
Except not really.
It’s about time to retire
So that I can go to college.
I look forward to our parting moment
In a bittersweet way.
-Anonymous
From all the hours were have spent together
Exploring a world known to many others
From all the draugers we have encountered
In the Berkshires we’ve spelunked
All the Nord armor we have collected
On our quest to Daedric
Finding all the Dragon priests
And collecting their masks
Killing dragons
To acquire stronger shouts
The merchants we’ve bought from
And cities we are thanes in
While we leveled up our speech, destruction, and alchemy
It was you Dragonborn
Who made the land of Skyrim
Oh so special
-Anonymous
My philosophy:
If you worry about it
You will suffer twice
~D.H.
Sometimes I wonder,
Who are my parents?
Then I had thought,
Was I bought off clearance?
Sometimes it feels that way,
“Go to your room Cole,
No dinner for you today,”
That always makes me sad,
But at the end of the day,
I do love my Dad.
~Cole Heckaman
Happiness isn’t the company of another
Without internal happiness, it can’t be genuine
Find your own happiness
~M.C.
Sixers draft Simmons
They start doing well and win
They make the playoffs
~Z.B.
She moved on.
But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.
She moved on
But she kept every possession that had any connection to him.
She moved on
But when she comes across that flannel that he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.
She moved on
But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.
She moved on
But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.
She moved on
But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…
-Anonymous
Dear dance,
I remember the moment that you were the one for me.
When my Mother plays the sound of beats and drums in the little pink DVD player, and her little girl who just took her first steps is dancing like a little soldier.
When Mother switches to the soft sound of music, and her baby starts to switch position to sway along.
She mutters, “Our little girl won’t be playing soccer.”
The moment I looked at my first ballet teacher, I knew it would be a perfect match.
Through the tears.
Threw the blisters.
Through the bruises.
Dance motivated me.
I learned to love the pain that led to accomplishment.
When one choreographer says “NO”, I will go and find one thats says “YES”.
Dance brought joy.
Dance brought love.
Dance brought release of emotions.
I am ever so grateful to the gift that God gave me.
The gift that has helped me to achieve the purpose he had for me.
The gift that brought me to achieve my biggest dreams.
It is time to say goodbye.
It’s been a great life full of 5..6..7..and 8.
~Anonymous
Since the day I saw you
I have loved you,
Your culture and rich tradition
I bowed to.
You have carried me with your love,
From day one to eleven, my beloved;
“Mother Ethiopia” I called you,
Home of Lucy, and animals like Kangaroo
Day by day you get more beautiful,
Just like your people and view.
I will see you soon,
That I promise you;
But till that day, I will say,
Mother Ethiopia, My Ethiopia I love you.
~E.T.
Dear Grandpa,
I love you.
Playing and coloring at your house
I loved being with you, dad didn’t
The fighting I heard
Didn’t change my love for you
The things mom said about you
Didn’t change my love for you.
Christmas,
Seeing the smile on your face
While taking pictures with us opening gifts
The smile you had
In the pictures with us
Then you weren’t in them
No beautiful smile to brighten my day
Going into the hospital
For the last time
Didn’t realize this heart attack
Would be the last
I will love you forever
I will always remember your smile
And everything you did for me
I’ll see you again someday.
Love,
Me
~Anonymous
“Always expect the worst out of things
so that in
case the worst
occurs, you were
ready for it.
If the worst
doesn’t occur,
then you will be
surprised and
happy when the
situation turned
out to be better than you thought it would.”
“Whenever
something doesn’t go the
way it was planned
or how somebody wanted
it to, someone they know will say, “get
over it, life isn’t fair”. But if that is said to
everyone, shouldn’t that mean that life
isn’t fair to anyone? If life isn’t fair to
anyone, everybody gets the some
unfairness.. Doesn’t this mea that life is fair?.”
“If you are supposed to treat people
the way you want to be treated, then
why do people harm each other? Does
that mean they want to be harmed
back? If you ever want to harm someone
in any way shape or form whether
it is physically, socially, mentally, spiritually
, or emotionally, think that you are asking
for the same thing to be done to you.”
~Ian
Guide the hand to a new fate,
And do not tell him of what you truly are,
Just smile at him, looking,
Away, from his face.
Listen to the voice that came from the hate,
And do not help him, only give him a taste,
Of who you desire, par,
Himself, neglected by you.
Guide his smile, to truly; who looks,
Yet, contrive, he is yours,
And he undermines by your fascination; benign,
To taste, the hand upon your face.
Simply untrue, undeserving, undesirable.
Away, from himself, neglect the hate,
Do not tell; the fate, so new; your heart
Won’t ever break.
Listen to the lies, you’re making up; lies.
Of given is the par, undermine who looks,
Telling not of a soul, to be under mine,
Is what of yours?
Guide to fascinate, to lay upon, undeserving of,
Your face, benign, you truly know,
Who you, are; not to be himself, he loves. He loves.
Simply, who he truly, undermines,
Who of what is your soul, not to understand,
Look now away, from yourself, smile,
Neglect the lies, not to love; not to hate.
Listen to the facade, voice, inside,
You won’t ever misapprehend,
Lies won’t ever break,
–Ever what is, undesirable won’t, how do you?
Guide to help him, do not,
Give to contrive to taste to know,
To understand your soul,
Suffice to desire the hate.
Simply, himself; as fate, smiles,
Fascinate the facade, obey,
Look, you’re mine, under love will never
–Break.
Guide to what, he is not, true, you; to not stand,
Under; the hate, helps him; you
Do not, under what, stand upon the hand,
Fate lies at your, face.
Listen, you’re who you love, he loves,
The benign tastes the, heart; obeys the soul;
Contrive to suffice the untrue, neglect
–What once was the hand of fate.
Simply par, not mine, understand him,
Tell not the truth, of you are, who looks?
Fascinate the soul, he loves, but he hates. He hates, you.
Guide: to understand what it takes,
To stay awake, away, from the fate,
Breaking the heart; Undermining distaste, in himself,
Truly, doesn’t tell him you’re fascinated; the facade.
Simply: how he looks at your face,
Suffice the hate, desire the hate, you know
He will never neglect your lies, remained untrue,
Taking his hand, to the voice inside.
Listen: the soul gives into for what?
Contrive, you won’t ever misapprehend,
To par his smile, to you, and only you,
He loved you; you, to break his heart.
Look, it’s all the same.
~Anonymous
The trees are changing
The leaves fall in showers
Color covers ground
~V.V.
i am much like a lamp; hollowed out with a man living inside me. though, if you rub my belly you won’t find a genie, no, you’ll find an overcast of daddy issues and just the right amount of self deprecating jokes. you won’t find a genie,
but you will find a tidal wave of suppressed memories, but don’t worry you can grab onto a piece of my broken heart and ride it out. veins pumped to the brim with self hatred. lungs filled with a air of those who disarmed my words; breathing in and out their toxicities.
~Anonymous
Dear Penn Manor,
Thanks for the friends,
I wouldn’t have them
Without you.
Thanks for the early mornings
And the late nights
With work, people, and thoughts
you gave me
I’ll never forget how you
Helped me learn to be
A team player,
A hard worker,
And an adult.
From football games,
To bring your tractor
To school day,
I will never forget you
See ya around,
J.T.
This is a story about the day
That the world would suddenly change
The event that made the people say
New York will never be the same
It was a normal afternoon
Not a thing seemed strange
But they don’t know what’s coming soon
The day that New York would change
A plane just passing by
Seemed awfully low
They’re screaming “Oh my”
Soon everything would blow
Crashing in with fire and rage
The tower went up in big red flames
The lives of people of many age
Would soon never be the same
Soon enough another one comes too
And crashes right into the second tower
After a long fight the first tower blew
And all the debris became a shower
Life after life just wasting away
Firefighters trying their best to save
No one has a word to say
As the fiery fury onward raves
As the second tower starts to tumble
People are frantically running about
Inside the ground you can feel a rumble
Sadly enough, time has run out
People are silent as the sirens blare
No one is quite sure what to do
Everyone has just stopped and stared
As the last of the two towers blew
As the dust and debris settles
And the crowds start to swarm
People are gathered around to meddle
To see how this disaster formed
Theory after theory
Lie after lie
People start to feel weary
As the tears dry from their eyes
Broken families and broken hearts
Their loved ones in the remains
As their mind and their heart parts
Their lives will never be the same
Body after body pulled from what’s left
Many people still screaming
Lifting the debris with all their heft
The tears from their eyes still streaming
Day after day
night after night
Many people still say
That everyday is a new fight
Long after the falling
People still mourn
Their loved ones no longer calling
A generation of fighters was born
~K.C.
I wonder about what life holds.
I hear the sound of horses galloping.
I see the smiling sun shine on the river.
I want to be able to replay my dreams.
I am adventurous and thoughtful.
I pretend that life is a memory.
I feel that we are all created equal.
I touch God’s beautiful creatures.
I worry about the people across the ocean.
I cry about the things I haven’t done.
I am adventures and thoughtful.
I understand no one is perfect.
I say “live life to the fullest”.
I dream about life with no bullying.
I try to be the best I can be.
I hope to never regret what I have done.
I am adventures and thoughtful.
~R.A.
As I wait backstage my heart pounds in fear.
If I mess up, will I loose my job?
Will I lose my pride?
Will I lose every ounce of confidence left in my body?
“Dont mess up”, I try to tell myself.
It’s almost my cue.
The numbers 5, 6, 7, and 8 rolling through my brain.
I hear the last drumbeat and my entrance begins.
On top of my box I go and bourree to my spot.
The millions of eyes staring right at me.
This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life.
Why live in fear?
When you can live your life doing what you love.
~Nicole Alexakos