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The Rainforest
By:Arnav J. As I venture through the leafy darkness The trees start to encompass me in a cocoon. I feel the breath of hundreds of animals and plants The birds chirpings are the annoying alarm clock that spreads throughout the forest. C (More)
The Harsh Desert
By: Charan Sattiraju As I walk through this barren landscape all I can see is the sand sea The cracks in the ground and the heat are as common as the green grass and birds back at home The animals here have adapted to the brutal extrem (More)
By: Kaurvaki Bajpai   Stress slowly consumed me, gnawing at my mind. But it disappeared like a cry into the wind. I was in paradise.   Ocean breeze gently blew the hair from my illuminating eyes. Barren land stood in fr (More)
By: Maritza Baptiste   I feel the rain wash over me as I watch my colors fade I feel the memory embrace me with songs of my past days I know we must keep walking onward we must go But leaving time behind is not easy I should know (More)
By: Gurnasib Rataul When the Thanksgiving decorations go down, And the Christmas tree goes up, Christmas is here. Carrying the tree down gently feeling its' flaky and spiky bristles The walls take in the sharp, fresh smell of the pine tre (More)
Plans, Hopes, and Dreams
By: Rashmi Admala   Plans, hopes, and dreams Eighteen-year-olds waiting to graduate Holding onto their grasp of freedom Summer plans waiting to be conquered A few more days felt like aching years   The roaring conver (More)
Middle School
By: Ryan DelVecchio I stepped off the bus in a state of fear waiting for my friends to get off I could see the mysterious building from where I was standing My legs were shaking just like jello My heart was beginning to race and beat fast (More)
By: Anchy Cho   Most people only see the darkness And the silenced atmosphere of the night   They miss the beauty of the quiet murmurs Murmurs of rustling leaves from majestic trees Silhouetted against the silver bath o (More)
Ode to my Cleats
By: Marielle Thyen   Tinted gold laces Wrapped so tightly. Mud stains and ripped seams. Galloping like a stallion On my field of dreams.   You've taken me many places. With grit and glory. From snow to sand, (More)
The Eye of the Storm
By: Pratha Ravani The wind tore through the air screaming and smashing everything in its path howling with no mercy the rain smashing with the same amount of fury drenching everything as it lays its wrath when suddenly for (More)
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