Since Kassandra Moved Away
By Sierra Blair Grade 4
The tire on my bike is flat,
The sky is grouchy grey.
At least is surely feels like that
Since Kassandra moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes,
December's come to stay.
They have taken May and June,
Since Kassandra moved away.
Flowers smell like halibut,
Velvet feels like hay.
Every handsome dog's a mutt
Since Kassandra moved away.
Nothing's fun to laugh about,
Nothing's fun to play.
They call me but I won't come out,
Since Kassandra moved away.
Reminder
By Sierra Blair Grade 4
Every bud a story.
Every breeze a song.
Every tree a memory.
Every mineral a voice.
Every pawprint a memorial,
A gentle memory of a time long past.
A tapestry of life.
In memory of Jasmine. She was a true reminder of life.
Oh, Full Moon Bright
By Sierra Blair Grade 10
Oh, full moon bright;
What say you, what will become of tonight?
Will the wind whisper or be still?
Such a ghostly waltz, if you will,
Is this midnight dance.
Beyond a dream, beyond a trance!
Glittering stars, faceless moon,
Covered with clouds you will be soon.
And by candlelight we go forth—
Somber funeral procession, to the north.
Cold wind opens the rusty gates;
Creak thrice, honor the Fates!
Many an imaginary god stares down.
A savior, our savior, is nowhere to be found.
Claws rip at me, I open my eyes.
Oh, full moon bright; look how you told such lies.
Once full of hope, of promise, of love;
Once to hang eternally above,
Now we bring you crashing alone,
Truth pales next to you, whiter than bone.
These gods and heroes, these we spite;
These we hate under your light.
Oh, full moon bright,
What have you done tonight?
A Year in the Life of a Flower
By Sierra Blair Grade 10
And then suddenly, light,
Springtime came to ease my plight.
I spring up, reborn from the old.
Changing from seed to something bold.
Everything is new, bright and vivid.
My petals scorching red like anger, livid.
As the days drift into summer
The sounds of bugs are violent as a drummer.
Lazy days, soaking up the sun.
Little do I know my time is halfway done.
I bend with the occasional breeze,
In the heat, forgetting winter’s freeze.
Soon the sky turns a grouchy gray.
With the harvest comes a shorter day.
Crisp and cool, but saddening to me.
Wilting I know what my fate must be.
Creatures preparing to sleep a while,
I prepare for total denial.
Winter has come and here I lie dead.
Leaf litter and dirt soon to cover my head.
I’m so cold I have gone bare and numb.
“Please!” I beg for the sun to come.
I swear this is a never ending night!
And then, suddenly, LIGHT!
Sierra Blair, Grade 12
When I write, I become a magician.
I pull so much more out of myself
Than could possibly fit in my small body.
But the size of my heart is more than my frame.
I apologise for who I am and I forget where I’ve been.
When I step on the scale, I remind myself
That at least two of those pounds are the weight of my brain.
There’s a galaxy in my head, stars in my eyes, and roses on my fingertips.
I don’t want to be held, I want to be loved,
And that’s not the same thing.
I have a dream I don’t know what to make of,
I have boots because I don’t mind walking in the rain.
I’ve cried myself to sleep because
They dug up the bones of someone who died a thousand years ago.
I figured out that my name meant
"The battlefield where mountains begin"
And I learned that the strongest flame burns slowly.
My favorite candle smells like tea
And I use socks for sliding on wood floors.
I came home carrying words that fractured my spirit and broke my teeth,
But I bore courage on my shoulders
And let the pain remind me I was alive.
I scrawled stories on my arms
Because paper didn’t do them justice.
I fueled my pen with the energy of the universe,
And fed my thoughts with things I didn’t understand.
I want to climb to the top of a mountain
So that nobody can hear me scream everything I have always wanted to scream
But at the same time I want the world to hear
What I have to say.
I want to use the clouds as a trampoline
Even though I know I’ll fall through,
Because falling is just like flying,
And I can learn how to do both.
Everybody thinks I’m especially clever
When I’m certain that nobody will crack a smile.
I want to breathe air so pure and cold
That it hurts my lungs and makes me feel like crystal.
I want to slide down a polished wood bannister,
And achieve walking in a public place, nose in a book,
Without bumping into someone.
I don’t make a lot of sense, but I have learned
How to love the person that I am,
Because being comfortable in your own skin
Is the only way to stumble through life.=
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