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An Ode To Childhood Memories
Seth Alvarez
Oh childhood, how I've yearned for you
Those memories of when life was sweet and simple
Those summer days with my dripping clothes
Running through the garden
From climbing trees to falling from them
Running with my friends, not thinking about growing up
Not thinking about what the future had in store for us
The only thing we were thinking about is what adventure we would go on
From adventuring into the wood
To adventuring to my grandmother's garden
And when the night came upon us
And the stars shone so bright,
We lay beneath them, exhausted.
Cold Day
William Hastings
A day.
A wide open sky
A cold open breeze
A warm translucent glow
A cheerful smile
A contagious laugh
A fatal flaw
A final moment
A sad ending
A letter.
For he is broken
Savannah Flores
For his voice to you
Is a wretched broken piece of glass
But to others
As smooth as a rock found on the
bottom of a river
For he was broken, but only on the inside
Trying to put pieces of his past back
Together through your future
He claims to know it all
But all he really knows
Is how to dwell on his memories
Whether good or bad
He ponders
What he did wrong
Or maybe it's what he didn’t do
He longs to know the reason behind it all
No one knows but himself
For he is now found as a problem to fix
Not a person
For he is broken
And for my voice is not my own
And my opinion unclaimed
My thoughts are letters sent away
With no address for return
I am myself but never my own person
Nor the person he claims me to be
For he is broken
I’M SORRY THAT I FOLDED
The corners of your paperback book.
I forgot not all of us are looking
To show the world we lived. To let a book
Show its life on its pages. It’s just that
I can’t own a bottle ‘till it’s dented, ‘till
There’s nothing to ruin but fields of
Green metal to reinvent.
Ode Poem
A day in my life
A warm bread sitting on the table,
A hot coffee waiting for me to drink
My eyes half closed
Birds chirping outside the kitchen window
A sweet cinnamon smell you can't describe
My family making breakfast
My room so calm and peaceful
The sun passing through my window
My cat sleeping on the side of the bed
Purring continuous while I scratch his back
You can see a big smile on his face
My sheets clean, bright, and washed
Outside of the front door is so bright
There’s a glare in your eyes
People walking out of church joyful
Party flags waving with the air
Laughing from a mile away
My aunts cooking in a Masonry oven
A smell of white bread that you could taste
With some fluffy flour tortillas
A “barro” plate waiting for me at the table
A spoonful of rice and beans I get served
With a chile relleno,
Plate was left so clean
you can't tell there was food
Everyone enjoying their meal and family time
The food was so good you need to take a nap
One hour later rushed on getting ready
After everyone is dressed and done
smelling like all types of perfumes and colognes
A long car ride with my cousins
All of us tight in the back,
But as long as we’re there we’re good
We get there hundreds of people dancing
Loud music, people cheering,
you could feel your eardrum vibrating,
Your full body shaking
After a while of dancing my feet give up
You would be sore the next day
That's the worst part of it
But at least it's fun at the moment
Enjoy life while you're young.
The Paper Crane
Change
Kiefer Hinton
Change is but a simple concept,
Meaning to alter, modify or
Replace with something else,
Replace with someone else.
If only things were that simple,
But it changes with time,
The concept itself
Defines the actions it takes.
And you said you like that,
You love the idea of evolution,
Regarding a topic without a solution,
As if it truly is harmless.
And you said you like the way the fire burns,
The changes to the world glowing,
Turning simple things into the most elaborate,
Changes, all the more unheard.
I tell you I hate the rain,
And it rains here, too,
Within a heart so struck,
With fears and anguish.
You tell me you will stop the rain,
The grief, the feelings,
You can change the world for me-
I liked that.
But I’m gonna leave,
And oh, the places I shall go
When the lights are low,
And the responsibilities are few.
And your heart wonders,
Why did this happen?
It yearns for an answer,
For the change it could never handle.
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Faustino Rosas
Oh you,
How you plague me so
The tight grip you hold
Upon my delicate conscience
Little sounds annoy me
They drive me up the wall
Making me fidget and squirm
All because of you
The simplest pen click
The sniffle of a cold
All torture me
As if someone is moving in my skin
And it's all you
Giving me thought
Making me think
Oh, how I wish I could be rid of you
But you make me, me
But, oh, how you irritate me
Oh, why do you make me feel like this
Oh, you, you plague me so.
Face of Racism
Michael Hernandez
Red White, and Blue
Justice, Equality, and Freedom
Different colored humans
Discrimination all over and everywhere
People hating other people
Wanting to start wars over hate
Color means everything
Gaining power over others
People wanting to get treated right
Wondering how this all happened
To be the one treated right
To wish everything was normal
Not everything will be good
Must do something to fix this
Why can’t we be treated the same
Born in america but no change
Wanting to not live anymore
Hurts too much to even handle anymore
Spreading our knowledge around
By bringing people together
And screaming our freedom out loud
A World Without Borders
The world is limitless
Yet borders bind
Too timid to be ourselves
Yet you don’t mind
Infamous president who shoes us behind
Trying daily to take away our pride
Yet we still stride.
Some say that crossing’s not a right.
To that, I say stop being uptight
Who can judge a soul’s desire?
To flee from war, drought and fire
In search of peace, a place to thrive.
Or simply, to survive.
With hope in hearts and bags in hand,
Come to the promised land
Leaving all you’ve known behind
For a future you may not find.
You bring with you hope and fear
Your culture, stories, joys and tears
In search for freedom, and peace
Anything for that sweet release.
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