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Fantasy Author
Noise makes it hard to stay focused, my hand aches, my pen is drawing empty.
My brain strains as I force myself to think, to write creatively, I finally jump into the zone- I write the last sentence.
My pen scratches, my paper ruffles and cracks. I close my journal-
Keep working hard!
I think to myself- a couple more years I can go to a writer’s college, and live my dream to become
One More famous Fantasy Author.
-Maggie C 8A |
Losing Hope
In a second you darted for the door and never once looked back. When I entered this world you made a commitment to me: that you’d be there for me through all of the ups and downs, and anything life threw at us.
You were my knight, my protector, my rock, now all I see is terror in your eyes. You promised I was safe. But along the way you gave up, snapped like a twig, lost faith, and now the red is oozing onto you: staining you for life. You think you’ve lost but in my eyes the only time you really lose, is when, you stop, fighting.
-JA Clark 8A
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Once a Happy Man
Walking down the lots of busy workers and cars
I start to walk faster as the man with long greasy hair pulling a cart approaches
I hear a cough; then a sneeze I glance back; the man is pulling his jacket around him mumbling
I hear some change hit the ground I look as he dives and scoops it up I look away disgusted as ever
As he passes I notice some frames filling his cart
In each was a picture of three beautiful children And a man all dressed up
He turns down a dirty alley In one glimpse I see everything
I walk down the streets of Halifax knowing that once he was a happy man - Alexandra M I 8A |
Desserts
At snack time, sugary desserts are the only things sweetening my thoughts. My imagination cooks up delicious mental pictures: Swirl pops that taste like the sweetest and fluffiest cotton candy in the world. Jiggly Jell-O with a mountain of whip cream the size of Everest, and cookies with chocolate chips the size of gumdrops. With these tempting thoughts in my mind, I tear open my lunch bag. Crash! My imaginary sugar high shatteres to pieces. Everyone, including my senses, shriek “Eww! What is that?” The only logical answer: My taste buds doom. It was the ickiest food I’ve ever seen. Ugh…a tuna fish sandwich. My taste buds scream and my face twists into a look of disgust when I take my first bite. YUCK! - Ali C Grade 7A
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Beach Day
The sun gleams on my tanned face My footsteps melt away with the
roar of the ocean tide The sand fleas jump around
like ballerinas leaving me
stranded on a sandbar The smell of a rancid seagull taunts my nose The pebbles like velvet beneath my feet
I splash through the crystal
ocean water
my sun burnt skin
I rest on a sun warmed rock
my wet body
blanket of fur- I am wet again
the roar of the ocean tide The sand fleas jump around like ballerinas The tide runs in and out
leaving me stranded on a sandbar. -Abbie Jean B8A |
Golden Eyes
Speed. Faster than any moving object. Like a car on caffeine, Except faster
Strength. Stronger than any animal to ever exist. Like a professional wrestler Only stronger
Looks. The definition of beautiful, Tall, dark hair, pale… Golden eyes that scream
Golden eyes. Like a unicorns shining blood, Flowing like a world pool in their iris, Glowing, Vampires. Only In
TWILIGHT
-KatieLynnC-8A
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We’re all the same
I start at the beginning of the line, With steam rising from the pots Heating up the room.
I make space for my tray And I stay close with my friends On the other side of the room From where the dark shadow stands
His serious face Moves across my view - the tray gripped in his dark pale hands.
He moves up the line Still the serious face -gets his food And heads in my direction
I look away- a few feet from me, He stops and talks with another guy They laugh as they walk away
He sits down but doesn’t start to eat, -closes his eyes and folds his hands.
I stare at him sitting there with his eyes shut whispering low.
I get closer to the end of the line, the steam rises from the pots Heating up the room I catch sight of him.
We’re all the same. - Flora S 8A |
Best Friends
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Puzzles
Game Time my mind keeps questioning -over-and-over again what game should I play today? Maybe scrabble or cards – hey a puzzle- oh how I hate puzzles- there is always one piece missing or the pieces don’t fit
Puzzles are like annoying little brothers that never leave you alone, once you start a puzzle you usually want to finish it to see what it turns out like
The puzzle pieces yell at me with their whinny little voices saying “No, No I don’t go there” or “Hey that’s my spot” I try to fit these rough cardboard pieces- they still won’t click! Wow, those puzzle pieces get mad at you -not as mad as a monkey without its banana
Puzzles are great birthday gifts like flowers and old books -you feel like you accomplished something after you finish -like getting 100% on a test
And at the end they look really nice- like a summer’s day- the puzzle pieces blossom together into a beautiful sunflower
I close the box -the stressful odor of puzzles flow out of my mind and life is good again
I wonder what game I’ll play next time maybe cards………..Oh how I hate cards!
Jasmyn MD 7A |
The Blue River
So many rocks lie below
The fast moving
Filled with jumping fish
Running through the forest
- Greg MD 8A
Now That you’re Gone
- Christina O’C 7B
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The Gulley
In summer And rain makes the mud run Making it hard to walk down And the small stream floods And rushes through the fallen leaves and twigs.
In fall leaves cover the small path that leads to the narrow log over the stream as the leaves fall, the stream eats them up. The old broken tree house with one small window Is buried by leaves And patches of green fade to brown.
In winter The ground hardens, The log becomes icy, making it hard to walk across. The wind howls,
making the tree house whine. cracking as I step on them.
In spring the mud runs again and the leaves return, dressed in green
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Where I’m From
I am from Underarmour, from super Mario bros and Nintendo. I am from the black, twirled chair, in my ocean set room I am from coral reef sitting in the bottom of the ocean and the baby blue waters. I am from Mull food, and hockey games, and MacDonald and Beaton I am from the day I was born and all my birthdays. From rock-a-by-baby and shhh… I am from church, Alter serving, and playing my fiddle. I am from Mabou, Bacon and eggs, And chicken fingers.
-Maggie B 8A
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Where I’m From
I am from novels, From Baikal to Bobcat. I am from the dairy barn and prairies, From the fields and singing maples.
I am from the tractors that roar, Towering timber and trapping. I am from the bailer that broke my ankle.
I am from the odor of diesel and oil, Artifacts from heroes I am from experiences that screech Like an owl.
I am from the jagged scar on my knee, Rifles that scream From varmints and stags that bolt when seen.
I am from chests engulfed in Pictures, passports and a pistol. They hold remnants of Great memories that are long gone. I am from Walter and ancestors Who swim through the generations.
- Bruce S 8A |
Hockey
Game time. Nerves going crazy in my belly. I skate down the ice-easy as an NHL’er. I feel sweat running down my body. I’m pretty tired. I get close to the goalie I shoot. I score!!!!! The crowd goes wild.
2nd period- many hits - I hear the crowd Cheering as my team is tied With Cape Breton County: 1-1 We get into penalty trouble. I’m scared. I need to relax. We take another penalty- the box door slams. Coach says: “Relax it was a mistake-it happens”. 5 seconds left: County shoots - it hits the goal post! 2nd period over!
3rd period: ringing posts. We get on a power play- “Oh goodie!” Our captain scores! 2-1 for us! 1:38 left. 6-on-4 with no goalie for County. We dump it down. With 00:00 on the clock the game is over WAHOO! We’re going to Provincials!
-Liam MD 7A |
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Why
What happened to you? Where’s my knight in shining armor? We were supposed to be happy. Why did you do it? You messed up this time. I wish we could take it all back, But we can’t. I tried to forget. I forgive you. But what will happen next time? Will it get worse? Who knows? I know you’re trying. But sometimes trying just isn’t enough. I’m scared -Ainslie S 7A |
The Heroes
Where are the heroes of our time? The ones I believed in? The ones I put my faith in? The tall Ones The small ones The ones that are there for you And everyone around you The ones that are there to help Not for glory and praise Where are they? Where are you? Come out of hiding, And do what is right.
- Mikylah G- 7A
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A Rainbow
the breeze cool on your skin and the -Emily R 7B
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You’re loved!
I Love you, I miss you, I wonder why did you leave me? Who did this to you? How could I let you go? What caused this to happen? Why would they do that to me? I still wonder, I still miss you, I still love you K.C.! -Morgan Mac Isaac, 7B
What’s in my Journal
sayings and owl city, Unreal and unknown summer memories; two men in the tub, bridge diving, pizza chucking.
Adequate moments not worth remembering.
Comical Thewind screaming in my ear.
Snow
and hilarious flashes.
Someone close declaring
-Mary M 8B |
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Friends
even in winter, it will feel like spring They’ll cry when you need it, and laugh with you too, and be with you always,
when the hard day is through Sometimes you might argue, maybe you’ll fight, but if your friends are true, things will be alright.
you know that they will, and when a friend is gone,
there’s a hole you can’t fill So choose your friends wisely, make the picks right, and when you need it,
you’ll have a shoulder to cry on all life -Theresa M 7B
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Just a rope
I understand, That you’re confused But only pieces of her heart are left, From the rest that you have used.
You tell me how you miss her, How you want to be her friend, But her heart is just a rope, And you have reached the end.
But over and over, She extends the rope, Wishing on a shining star, That the future will bring hope.
But you’re afraid of getting judged, So again you leave, Leaving her to cry, All over my sleeve.
I understand, That you’re confused, But only pieces of her heart are left, From the rest that you have used.
-Abigail Rose G 8B |
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Where I’m from sinking behind Port Hood island
after a shouting day of summer.
taste of cotton candy
of the hockey game.
of the wintry
the cold in Alaska. with a messy room
and a mind of its own
awful days
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Far Away
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I Will
a mind boggling goal - Colby ME 8B
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The River
In spring, the children greet you, at the edge of the thawing ice, ridding ice burgs like a roller coaster, down the bank while you try to tip us off
In summer like a big warm pool your banks filled with people swimming and fishing while the wind stirs you up and everything in you
In fall your shadowy water chills us right to the bone as we hope our fun won’t come to an end, while the snow starts to fall you die out and wait
In winter your water freezes over and become as hard as marble the snow covers you like a blanket while you wait for everything to wake up
— Kayle C 8B |
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Famous
to the nose.
that plays it.
to explain, they accomplished. -Tylisha G 8B |
Does she Know?
the saltines slide down her esophagus.
through their own eyes;
ugly and sometimes worthless.
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Better
to be better than him,
I am
Guitar
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But Maybe No one matches the skill of Brandon lee The far kicks From end to end Player to player Dropping them one after another
No one matches the skill of Brandon lee From being lazy To playing hard The huge grade 8 Is unstoppable
No one matches the skill of Brandon lee The large object A fast runner Always booting the balls in the woods Always stopping people
No one matches the skill of Brandon lee But maybe some day I will
-Jeremy H 8A
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Totally Worth It
How did people with messed up teeth Or overbites Get so lucky?
Ever since I can remember, Braces Were the coolest. It was dumb But those colors on your teeth Were so neat And changing every month Was even better.
Think: These little Metal squares with Colorful elastics Holding the thin wire in place. I would look real sharp. I could see my teeth now Perfect little pearls. So cool.
Being called Train tracks or Metal mouth Wouldn’t be that bad. All of those lucky people That had braces Called me nuts And told me Braces are horrible. But I still wanted them No matter what.
Now that I’ve dealt With these awful things I remember this And say to myself Boy was I wrong Because now With my strait teeth I can say Braces were that bad But they were totally Worth it. -Caitlin ML8A |
That Leaf
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The Shot
I tell myself
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Dion Phaneuf
No one matches the skill of Dion Phaneuf — the long strides he takes from blue line to blue line, end to end, knocking out opponents left and right.
No one matches the skill of Dion Phaneuf— from pond hockey to old timers, the ex-world junior is unreal.
No one matches the skill of Dion Phaneuf— the bone crushing hits, always unexpected, always unique.
No one matches the skill of Dion Phaneuf, but I know I will.
- Shawn C 8B |
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Puck Stops Here
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My Life
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Where I’m From
I am from dirt bikes From four wheelers and Hondas I am from dusty back roads and piercing thorns on the stem.
I am from animals rushing around And being late for the school bus From “brush your teeth” and ‘pick up your toys”
I am from clanging church bells on Saturday nights I am from Glencoe Station.
I am from turkey and juicy lobster suppers.
I am from a huge family My roots extend all the way from England, Cheticamp and Ontario.
- Brittany C
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Do Or Die Moment
I hear the crowd roar
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I Stand Tall
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The Dream to Spike
Bump, volley, spike. The magical combination To unlock the power. Point.
Intensity. Ankles rolling Shrieks from the ball Nearly touching the cold Wet, floor.
The final serve. Nerves crawling frantically throughout my tired, wiped body. Hit, it’s over the net. We are the dazzling team
Who will win the court over?
It soars over the net players scramble with deep curiosity over the destination of the ball. The player positions herself, wraps the ball with her forearm It’s over, way over. It hits the floor. In.
The end. It’s the love of the sport That keeps us moving.
Erica MI 8A |
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Emily Blackworth Doesn’t Remember
not all scars show not all smiles are true do you know the real Emily because she doesn’t remember you?
the day her door almost closed was the day she gave up her soul she blocks out all the bad things she went through before, now the only thing she sees is the cold dark floor. the deep scar that is planted in her throat is the reason she is sitting here in this empty bland room, she wanted to end her only chance at living they put her away to solve all her problems but now she is just another problem to someone else who is just a know it all.
Do you know Emily because she doesn’t remember you?
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Boredom
Makes it difficult to pay attention. My head hurts. My eyes kill.
My pencil scratches the paper as I force myself to finish this poem. My mind is a blur of thought, almost oblivious to the whole classroom, I write another line.
My mind changes from blur to fuzz, while the teacher keeps on mumbling.
I say to myself― one more line to
get a good mark.
-James O’B |
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All Season Wonderland
when the flowers
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New Perspective
flip-flops don’t fall off. in a pair of sandals, Gucci sunglasses,
and silk trunks.
3 bags of chips and
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Roll Up The Rim
Once the endeavor was possible Now that was once possible It’s more likely that pigs will fly It’s like a broken record always repeating itself The odd one out will complete the task When the endeavor is complete what you receive is quite small It gets quite frustrating Involves no skill Much luck And much patience The prize can make a big difference
-Finley R 7B
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Childish Dreams
Do you remember those childish dreams? Where you had superpowers, or where you were a star, maybe even a princess? I had those dreams but my favorite one was where I could fly.
Imagine: two inhumanly glorious wings that pop out at my command So I can fly as fast as a speeding bullet And be graceful as a crane, Flying above those white puff balls; just me and the sky. Awesome.
I guess when my friend said, “that’s impossible” I should have listened But I was as stubborn as a donkey and refused to let those words bring me down.
My parents thought I was suicidal My neighbors ran away from me. Crazy. Right? Nicole C8B |
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Long Dream
I wake out of my trance,
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-Clayton MD 8A
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