Imagine Next year Sitting Half-starved, barefoot On the corner Selling apples For five cents Walking home And looking down To see the places Where they Ripped up the golden pavement. Imagine You don’t believe In the American Dream anymore Next year, Imagine You wish you hadn’t voted For Herbert Hoover Because he could save The Belgians From starving But he couldn’t save you. Imagine You’ll sell your car For a meal Next year, Sell that bright shiny Ford You bought on credit, All those stocks you traded All in vain. Imagine You had a dream And you can’t wake up Anymore. (Imagine You can Make the present Last forever, That the bubble Will never burst.) Joanna Howson
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Brushing the horizon, Your light pure and golden, Warm and bright. Brushing to touching to grasping, Soon only your afterglow shining, With colors left to show. Swells of blue lavender, Strokes of orange fire, Sparks of burning lithium, Synthesis of pink blush and bubblegum. Then, you’re gone, Your absence like the sound of a gong, Deep and profound. It’s dark now. The waves crash at the shore, The wind howling for more, The sand between my toes, The salty air wrinkling my nose, So heavy I can taste Sea and life interlaced. Your presence still here, Though you are not near, Like a faded hue. But now it’s all inky and blue. Josephine Robb
Forever Together The Ball Players Nine on the Sandlot We work hard. We Go yard. We Bleed strong. We Sing songs. We Run town. We Go down. We Are one. We Ain’t done. Anonymous
Well father let me tell you You ain’t been here in a minute And it’s been one hell of a fairytale It’s had its ups and downs And fights with dragons And the glass slipper that didn’t fit And the innocent girl that ate the poisonous apple Not all fairytales end bad But this one… this one did You’re not here with me anymore and I'm sure you didn’t want to leave But you had to And when you left You took my happiness away So in this story there is no Happily ever after And that innocent girl who ate that poisonous apple Is still poisoned Victoria Peralta
In a kingdom full of storms Stood a silent, lonely figure The howling, screaming wind raging in the sky The rain beating upon her head in silver drops The dark clouds, hiding the illuminating moon All the never-ending chaos Yet still, she stood stoically The faint glimmer of a flame burned inside her Burning bright for a quiet second A drop of rain reached her Extinguishing her bright fire For only a second that flame burned For one second she breathed For one singular hopeful second, she lived For only a second she hoped But that one drop of rain burned her out So She took one step And fell And fell And fell In a kingdom full of storms A lonely girl fell Olivia Johansson
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