Streaking.....Almost

I took off running down my road
My lungs screaming for air

I slip my shoes off of my feet
To feel the ground beneath

My shirt goes next, it had to
Now i can feel the wind

My blue jeans simply fell off me
When I undid my belt

Now I am free...ish
'cept for my underwear

Cannot See

Sometimes you whisper to me.
You, wind, touch my skin and set me free.
Get me off track, please.

By Christian Acamo

Loved By: Ashton Markt

I loved the way he looked at me,

I loved the way he smiled.

I loved the way he made me feel

As if I was worthwhile.

I loved the way he held me,

So warm, so tight, so near.

I loved the way he made my

Worries seem to disappear.

I loved the way he called to say

"I love you" everyday.

I loved the was he told me that

Forever he would stay.

I loved the way he called me

"Hun", "Babe", and "Sweetheart" too,

I loved the way he said his love

For me was oh so true.

I loved the way he kissed me,

So full of power and care.

I loved the way he let me run

My fingers through his hair.

I loved th way he taught me to

Feel without regret.

I loved the way he loved me,

And I never will forget.

Perfect Golf

Playing a perfect round of golf

Is like heaven on Earth

I feel like i can beat anybody

When i play perfect golf

Tiger and phil can't touch my game

When I play perfect golf

Okay so I am a liar

I can not beat those guys

But I can still play perfect golf

Just not to there standards

By: Bryant Kurtz

Perfect Golf

Stanza -3647

Stanza -3647

By Matthew Kurtz

Today is the day called Valentine's Day,

And that is something I am not pleased of.

For I must keep the fair maiden's at bay,

For though I am the one that they all love,

Any of them I have no interest in.

My love is not among the girls present,

For she does not like me, and kicked my shin,

Though presents for her I spent my last cent.

Is this not a most wretched holiday,

When greedy girls are after your great wealth,

And the one you love is oh so far away,

And she constantly wishes you ill health?

Forget not if you buy a girl some drinks,

If she does not care for you, then love stinks.

Sonnet -176 and a half

Love is a thing that gurgles and spits fire
Acid shoot from it's maw to devour
It lays you down gently onto your pyre
I mocks me as i spend my final hour
Sometimes I wish love would just go
To some foreign planet away from me
But it continues to eat me, so slow
I need to break it's chains and be free
Love has ripped me to shreds on the inside
I fail to see the advantage of love
Does it even have a none evil side
I believe not, it is not like the dove
Which remains pure and unchanging through all
And does not presume to make mankind fall

Being the Bigger Person By: Brianna Smith

Ignore what others think or say about you.
I know it's hard to hold back.
Just keep telling yourself,
I'm better than that.
Don't sink to their level,
Do the right thing.
What they say or do,
Still might bother you,
But you know they are only doing that,
Just because you show you care.
They like seeing you upset and angry,
Don't give them that high.
You just need to be the bigger person,
And hold your head up high.

Peanut Butter by Kayla Ellis

Peanut butter and grape jelly
statisfies a hungry belly.
Makes a yummy filling snack,
when sudenly it it attacks.
The sticky substance
comes in an abundance,
making everyone sick.
Even the dog
being a hog,
could die from this remarkable fix.
Sweet and sticky, however quite risky,
might make your shopping a little tricky.
If you aren't careful
it could be fatal,
so beware of what you buy.

How To Read A Book By: Ashton Markt

Pick a book.

Don't judge by it's cover!

Find a cozy spot

And relax.

Make sure it's

Quiet

So you get the full effect.

A place where you cannot

Be disturbed.

Jump headfirst

Into the pages

Of your book.

Let it take you in and

Away.

It's like being the characters

And yourself all

At the same time.

Reading by Kayla Ellis

Reading a book

is like

entering

an unknown world.

Mystery, romance,

and science fiction.

My eyes

scanning

over every page.

As I absorb

every word.

Mind wondering

making

new pictures.

Like a move

playing in my mind.

Traveling

to Europe and France.

Solving mysteries.

Then I am at

the final page.

Reality

comes into focus.

Its time

to start a

new book.

Haiku 3

The dropplets of rain

Trickle off the balcony

Down to the ocean

By: Katie Catterson

Haiku 3

Haiku 3

(or, The Warrior's Lament)

By Matthew Kurtz

I sheathe my blade and

Weep as I gaze at the man

Who was once a friend

Haiku 2

Love is in the air

It floats through the sunny sky

And deep in my heart

State

I go there, and I live here.
I lived there, and went here.
A year has gone by.
I wanted to die.
I didn't dare try.
Now I'm content, I suppose.
Accepting things again.
Not that this is what I would've chose.
I even said goodbye to Ben.
Waiting on twenty ten.

By Christian Acamo

What I've Forgotten By: Bridget Clark

Finally, I have figured out myself,

I'm a sister, mother, girlfriend, daughter, boy, girl, lady, friend,

I'm a starter afraid of the end,

I'm the autobiography long forgotten on a shelf.

Finally, I have found what I will be,

I'll be a writer, cook, carpenter, dancer, driver- sort of

I'll always be there for the ones I love,

I'll create what I am by what I am not what others see,

Finally, I have found some inner peace,

I don't need to be everything to everyone anymore,

I am not the little girl I was before,

Thank you,I have found myself and that will never be released

Night by Kayla Ellis

Cloudy days and calm winter nights.
Cold breeze that feels just right.
Tears escaping from my tired eyes.
Clock ticking loudly as
the sun shines. No sleep came last night.
I rise again to face
today. Wondering why life is
this way. I look at my
pillow and to no suprise its
black again from my eyes.

Power

Turn the key over
And here the engine roar
Switch off the brake
Here I go

Down goes the
Pedal
Up goes the
Needel

Pure power
Under my
Control

Pie

Pie

By Matthew Kurtz

Why must you steal my pie, oh why,

My delicious pie, why?

Though it is cherry, not blueberry,

That is still no excuse,

To relieve a man of his sweets,

Though it is not his most,

Favorite. It is bad form to,

Take my delicious snack.

Why must you steal my pie, oh why,

My delicious pie, why?

Haiku 1

Rainbows in the sky

Make me feel like butterflies

All the colors shine

Wonder, Wander

Will the treasure ever be found?
Or is it just a dream?

Now, I live in the clouds sometimes.
And I have seen a lot.
"You are so young in age," they say.
Age means nothing to me.
My eyes have given me gray hair.
A map has lied to me.
Settling is not an option.
So I must keep searching.

By Christian Acamo

First Glance By: Shawn Doughty

I saw you there, looking so good

My mouth dropped, heart stopped, I just stood

My body feels warm when I'm around you

When I see you I must stop and just view

When you talk to me my body gets warm

All of my emotions just seem to swarm

My eyes always seem to lock onto yours

When we look at each other my heart soars

Even when you don't see me I still stare

I can't help but think we are a great pair

I wish I could talk when you're around, please

I hear your voice; it's like a spring time breeze

I can't wait for the wedding, for that one dance

I think all this, in just the first glance

Frozen

Here i am
Frozen for
Eternity

Stuck in my
own emotions
forever

I can't feel
anything

I can only
Watch
As others get
to feel

Smiles By: Llukas Kunkel

A
Simple, nice, pretty,
Little smile makes us all,
You and me so happy, just to see
Someone who has had a good day
And shares it to all they see for free
And since we all need a good day,
You who have good days be so
Kind and send it to everyone
You see especially

Me.

How to Become a Bearcat Football Fan

Put On Green

Plan on leaving town at 10, but

Know if Toby is going, were not leaving

until 10:45

Head to the Ville

Excitement sets in, this is Bearcat Football

Waiving to everyone on the way

They are going to the game as well

In the Ville

its an Early game so straight to the stadium

Get our Tickets, don't watch warm-ups

this is time to talk to 6,000 of our closest friends

Here comes the BMB, playing the show

ending with "On the Wings of Glory"

then...."BOOM" the Delta Ki shoots the cannon

Here comes the team, lead by the cheerleaders

Holding flags spelling B-E-A-R-C-A-T-S

fallowed by the team........

Then finally Big Moe makes his way over

All this excitement and its finally time to play

A game full of Kendall catching like a pro

and Miles reading the QB like a hot librian reads a book

Back and forth the game goes,

Rooting for our 'Cats'

yelling at the cue of the announcer saying

That's enough for a Bearcat...FIRST DOWN

After all the hoop and holler

In the end the Bearcats Win

But the night is not over

We make our way to Applebees

Talk and gloat and celebrate

Another Bearcat Victory

After a long day of yelling and screaming

Cheering and booing we go back home

But we will be back because next week

We play the Griffions

and we are Bearcat football fans

But I promise you this, there is still room

For you to go with

And you will see what it is like

to become a

BEARCAT FOOTBALL FAN!

By: Bryant Kurtz

To Write A Poem By: Ashton Markt

My English teacher told me to write a poem.

That was Friday, this is Monday

And I still have nothing.

The bell for first hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, because I have Band.

I play my sax and try my hand at mallets.

They're sort of like pianos without the black and white and wires.

The bell for second hour rings.

I can't write it this housr, i have Government class.

I learn about bills that pass and become laws

And how the economy sucks and budgets need revision.

The bell for third hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, I have Graphic Arts.

I design different parts of the yearbook,

Take pictures and write witty captions for them.

The bell for fourth hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, because I have Algebra Two.

I make polyhedrons and green and blue and learn about

"x" and "y" and equations with square roots and cubes.

The bell for lunch rings.

I can't write it now, I have to eat.

I sit at my table and watch boys cheat on their homework

And girls cheat on their boyfriends.

The bell for fifith hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, I have Art One.

I enjoy this class and think its fun to draw, paint, and create

Magnificent masterpieaces and pretend I'm Picasso or

Maybe Michaelangelo even though I know I'm not even close.

The bell for sixth hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, because I have Health.

I do Karvonen equations and take a wealth of notes

On the body and how it works.

The bell for seventh hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, I have Chem.

I watch ethyl alcohol burn and we dim the lights

So we can see the flame shoot up like an angry fountain.

The bell for eighth hour rings.

I can't write it now, because now it is due.

I listen to everyone else read through their own poems

And I still have nothing.

My Best Friend

My Best Friend

My greatest happiness

Is sharing life with you

Your not just my friend

Your my sister too.

Its why the love within my heart

Grows deeper everyday

And why i know for certain

I'll always feel this way

Times may be bad

But i will be here

From beggining to end

Just remember your my best friend

By: Katie Catterson

My treasure by: Catelynn Kunkel

From my parents is where I got this dark, heavy, burden.
Both of them had the same thing before I came along
It is black, no shape really, soft, smelling of Raspberries
Sometimes it seems to weigh five pounds but I know its doesn’t
No matter how you turn it, it always looks the same
From a distance it may look like the veil of a widow
We are both of a darker nature and we smell divine
We go together, everywhere
It is like my parents because it shields my face
Yet at the same time they are both annoying
Sometimes I would just like to put them up, out of the way forever
I like it because it is mine and no one else’s
No matter how much they want it
And no matter how much I want to get rid of it I never will because I love it
My hair

Free Throw, A Journey by Shawn Doughty

How to make a free throw
I lift my sweaty body off the dusty gym floor
I walk behind the black line, but it's not just a black line
It's free points, no one to block or steal the ball from you
There shouldn't be any pressure, but it's all pressure
As I stand there awaiting the ball my palms are sweating
I look at the official and nod, he bounces the leather sphere to me
I becopme nervous, What if I miss? I can't miss
With a deep breathe I clear my head of all thoughts
The gym goes quiet, time slows down, everyone looking at me
I catch the ball, spin it in my hand trying not to drop it
Boom, one bounce and im ready
Square, Arch, Follow Through
Line up my body, line up my arm, ball of my palm
Shooting a free throw is like being front and center stage
Everyone in the starring, half wanting you to miss, the other to make
Bend my knees, straighten my knees, release, follow through
Watch the backspin of the basketball, watch the ball in slow motion
But before you know it, swish, and the crowd yells and claps
A free throw is more than a free shot

Just Cancel Valentine's Day

Febuary fourteenth really does suck

No matter if you are single or are not

Because either way you really are stuck

If you have a girlfriend you will spend a lot

And if you are a lonley single man

You will spend this day all by yourself

All night long just sitting on the divan

Looking at the pictures of her on the shelf

But tonight really could be a lot worse

Think you could be spending all your money

Having a girlfriend is really a curse

Valentine's day is no time for a honey

so take some advice from somone who does know

A girlfriend on this day really does blow!

by: Bryant Kurtz

Poetry by: Catelynn Kunkel

What is this thing called poetry?
My thoughts say it's useless
An excuse for short, chopped, phrases
Sometimes alternating
Syllables, sound, rhyme, and meter
Thoughts are jumbled, no sense
What is your interpretation?
Who cares, its not my work
Some feel special writing poems
To me, overrated

Day Dream by Shawn Doughty

Basketball is the reason i wake up

Visualization

I can see myself dunking, oh how high

It's only a day dream

Did I hear someone just yell Kobe, oops

Maybe it's still a dream

Practice makes perfect, oh I love this game

i don't fail, I prevail

Heart is what separates the good from me

Improvement not needed

I hear them now, they speak of legacy

Oh wait I'm just dreaming

Chemistry by: Catelynn Kunkel

Chemistry
Chemicles sizzle, spark, and smell
They are blue, yellow, green, and orange
Looking as harmless as water, or pop
But really, they kill you

Chemistry
The burner stares like eyes
Sticking out its tongue of blue and yellow
The thermometer rises
As their anger grows hotter

Chemistry
The teacher's hair like silver
Procupine spikes on his head
Quiver as he screams at the children
Sometimes I wonder if this class is dangerous

What I Do

I know not why I do what I do --
It's all I've done - 14 years to be exact.
Each day different but strangely similar in so many ways.

Attitudes, personalities, abilities
all play a part, but what about work ethic,
"That 110%" that everyone talks about?
Does that count? Or is it all about winning, being perfect?

How much should one sacrifice "for the good of the team?"
Is it possible to meet expectations? What is "good enough?"
When will this ever be "just a job?"
And, if it ever becomes "just a job,"will I still want this job?

Grow Up by: Brianna Smith

I'm sorry, what's your age again?

You seem like you're happy,
And everything you do is fine.

Laughing, teasing, and making fun.
You think you deserve the world.

Or you're just insecure.

Maybe it's time you just grow up
And stop being immature.

Leave the past behind you,
With relationships set aside.

We are about to graduate,
So what's your age again?

Rain drops By Franki

Rain.

it is

Wet and

Soothing.

As I lay in my

room I hear it

Beating down on my

Window. It puts me fast

Asleep. In my dream I walk

Outside and catch little

Rain drops on my

Tounge.

This Feeling. By: Brianna Smith

I don't know what to do.

I hate this feeling.

Your anger washes over me,
Like a wave upon a beach.
Your words pierce my heart,
Like glass beneath your feet.

I hate this feeling

The love we share is painful,
But I'm sure we can make it through.
I dont want to be alone.
I just need some time,
Away from you.

I hate this feeling.

Your anger washes over me,
And I still dont know what to do.

How you make me feel by Franki Book

What is this and how is it supposed to make me feel?
All we are is friends, and that's all we'll ever be.
He probably doesn't even like me,
I'm wasting my time.
But then he walks by me;
it feels like a hand stroking a cheek, Gently.
What is this and how is it supposed to make me feel?
The text messages make me think he cares
Half of the time, he actually replies.
I don't want him to feel bad for my heartbreak,
at least he was honest, which makes the hurt worse
He calls it "bad timing." I just think he's scared.
He says I'm amazing and any guy would be lucky to be with me.
Why not him?
I think I know now how this is supposed to make me feel.

The Moon by:Bridget Clark

I miss the closeness of the moon,

and it's rays that illuminate the paths,

that hide like rabbits afraid of capture,

I look up in this darkened sky,

and wonder if my wish will be granted,

Once paths were always clear,

some said it was dark,

but I did not believe this,

I had the man in the moon to,

shine his flashlight in the right direction,

but one day winter came and the batteries froze,

I think the moon is afraid of the dark,

for he ran into the space that night,

now I can just barely make out the outline,

Sometime I get lost and stumble over roots now,

but he'll come back,

Someday I'll feel the closeness of the moon once again.

Sticks by:Bridget Clark

Trees are like sticks with egos,
they loom above all things,
taking up space because they're great,
chuckling at the plants,
cockily they crackle in the light breeze,
knowing revenge is sweet,
they still sway all the lower to the ground,
bending farther their long trunks,
someday the weeds will rule.

Clutter by:Bridget Clark

I feel like my life is full of clutter,
unimportant objects,
they fill my space with unwanted debris,
and overcome my mind.

I can try to sort through sheet after sheet,
but I know it won't help,
each thing represents a part of my life,
these things will never leave.

So I sit in a state of disarray,
while nothing gets done,
I weep over piles that won't be made,
and keep walking during the day.

Initial Post

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