The Moth by Annie Bohde
I had always wanted to thrive in the sunlight like they did.
I just wanted to feel the breeze as the warm sunlight hit me.
I wanted to be loved, to be seen like they did.
I wanted to be beautiful and colorful like they did.
They shone in the spotlight, with their bright beautiful colors, as if I could be as charming.
But when I come close to anyone, they fright as I seem quite alarming.
Although I pose no threat, they still treat me like badly.
Oh to be like them, loved, colorful, consuming.
About consuming let’s talk about that.
The bugs of the world, I consume all that.
For the world I take in all the things they fear, but they fear me just as much, why can’t I be as dear?
Dearest to those who love them more
They’re beautiful colors, oh I just love to watch them soar.
So lucky they are to be in the light
Oh how unfortunate I am, to be in the dark.
The only source closest to the sun are lights
Lightbulbs, and gadgets, anything to maybe one day become appealing to them.
I try to get noticed but it’s so hard, they just swat me away, I wish it weren’t so hard.
Slowly hurting, bruising, beating me up.
I am almost gone, I need more time
To maybe someday shine.
Oh how I wish that I could go back to the days, when they loved me, when I hadn’t changed.
And now that I’m grown, they see me different as all the others.
I fly in the night, glow in the light shown by others.
You see, it’s hard to be in the spotlight, when you are hated and shamed.
Blamed, bullied, killed, not tamed.
I guess I am fortunate, to be me. At least I won’t get put on a screen, a book, a frame, a clothing article, a shoe.
Because I’m here to clean up the mess, of what was left behind, what they couldn’t catch.
So here I am being killed off slowly. By those who hate and want to control me.
I am not a butterfly not colorful, not charming.
For I am just a moth, and all I am is alarming.
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Home by Lily Lone
If home is where the heart is
My home's in different places
My home is not the place I sleep at night
My home is with my family
But not the one I live with
It's with the kind of family that you find
My home is not the building
I go to after school days
It's where I go after I fall asleep
It's with the people I love
The people who I wish that
Were with me in a neverending dream
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A Symphony of Feelings by Anonymous
It has made your chest like a drum-skin tight
It makes your chest like a bonfire burn
It keeps you stirring late into the night
It makes you nearly unable to learn
It can make you fly as high as a cloud
It makes you sink as deep as the seafloor
It makes you lie down without a sound
It makes you want to run off to grand war
It makes you rise at dawn's early gray light
It makes you sleep till noonday sun is high
It makes you want to dance into the night
It leaves us all to question as to why
It sounds like it has to be love it's not
It’s my every anxious and depressed thought
My Beastie Boy by Anonymous
Therein my house there is a dog
whose favorite chew toy is a log
He is jet black and three feet tall
but still curls up into a ball
He is so cute with his brown eyes
It makes him hard so to despise
with paws the size of castle gate
with food not wise to make him wait
oft he plays with brother wild
laughing just like some young child
with teeth as white as porcelain tray
at night they help him find his way
a tail that like a gate weights
to strike with force to open crates
to keep him cool to swim he must
though don't get near or you will rust
he keeps us safe to lie at night
from enemy which he will bite
who gives me comfort when I cry
My special dog mister Toby!
Red by Emma Larson
War has come, red skies
Holocaust has come, red moon
Murder has come, red hands
It's raining ashes, red tears
Children are lost, red faces
Hope is lost, red eyes
Piles of bodies, red roads
Gnashing of teeth, red mouths
Clawing at skin, red fingers
Overflowing with pain, red hearts
In everlasting flame, red world
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Christ has come, white hope
Christ has taught, white faith
Christ has died, red blood
He turned our Red to White.
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Seasonal Sadness by Lily Lone
The sun sinks down
The world's pitch black
Stuck in this town
Just looking back
On summer fun
And hopeful air
But now the sun's
No longer there
Instead there's snow
And dying trees
There goes my hope
Lost in the breeze
And like the sun
My mood descends
Winter's begun
When will it end?
The sun can hide
For months on end
So, why can't I?
I'm exhausted
Despite all that
I chase the wind
Praying I'll grasp
Some hope again
Eventually
The sun will rise
And then, just maybe,
So will I.
A Bandaged Soul by Anonymous
An anxious heart awaiting, longing
For a voice that never too gentle was
For a comfort that never did find him
While he was left standing all by himself
With outstretched arms he awaited longing
For another to give him comforting
But no comfort was to be found for him
And all to be heard was voices crying
Filled with anger and malice far too much
That cut to the soul of him who stands there
Waiting for comfort with his arms outstretched
After years of ceaseless searching for it
He finally found a love to hold him
And vowed to protect her from harm always
Even till he drew the last of life breath
And she vowed to be there for him always
Even if she leave this world before him
So with these promises never broken
They formed a life of love and faithfulness
That healed all the wounds of his soul broken