By: Elise Chang

The sun shining

A flashlight in my eyes

The aroma of a pink, cloud like treat roaming through the air

As I wait in this never ending line

My hands shake tremendously

A gust of wind passing me

Carrying the sound of screams that came by

All of a sudden I am in a metal cart

A metallic bar separating my escape

The cart thrusts forward following the tracks to my doom

My eyes petrify with horror as the cart takes an unforeseen turn

The cart comes to a halt as I slowly regain consciousness

The silver bar now free as I make my escape

My feet relax on the motionless ground that is below me

As I turn to take my next journey of torment

By: Carter Steadman

I am a dog                                                                            I am a cat

                                        We are total opposites

My owners give me any things       My servants are good at many things

they just built me a new wooden    They always kick me off my throne

home

I love being scratched                                         I get no sleep

behind the ear                                              When they are near

                                   We have nothing in common

I am grateful for                                          My servants lock me

my wonderful family                                     In my mansion

And all the luxurious food                      With nothing fun to do

I wake up early and                                I sleep late until I am hungry

stalk the colorful birds                           then scream until my cry is heard

I only dislike the vet                                This “vet” is an twisted person

Who puts stuff in my arm              That tortures fellow creatures

                     Well, maybe one thing in common

But you’ll find

That despite our differences

                         We are both equally great pets

By: Eric Wilfong

Violence doesn’t build people up

It breaks them down

Why can’t there be peace all around

There’s good in everyone

You can see it in their eyes

But the decisions that some people make

Can hurt others inside

It’s not the person that does it

It’s the weapon they use

And the precious time they have to stop

Is like a bomb with a short fuse

Guns are our enemies

But we shouldn’t be scared

If we only could control them

Then our world would be repaired

Moans of despair will be no more

Instead the sound of joy will start to roar

Finally people have put the guns down

Now we can have world people all around

By: Shivang Kulkarni

Shades of green all around

Covers people from the sun

Bright, beautiful trees

By: Shivang Kulkarni

Roaring like lions

Sending shivers through the ground

Waves endlessly crash

By: Shivang Kulkanri

White, wispy clouds high

Like a canvas in the sky

Staring back at us

By: Srishty

Waiting for the sun to set

for the lingering warm hues of day to fade

out of the sky

like water trickling

through a stream

in the woods

Only to be replaced

with the inky black dome

of the night sky

Like a blanket

with a myriad of stars

piercing through

Those beacons of light

seeming to us

inside our encased

cocoon-like worlds

as though they were still

living entities

and not only remnants

of long gone souls

somewhere in the universe.

Isn’t it funny?

that our stories

our myths

and our history

are intertwined

with points of light

that are memories of what

there used to be.

Then again,

should we not all aspire

to have such lasting legacies

as do the stars?

Even though

their light faded

like a dying flame

millions, billions, trillions of miles away

the vestiges remain

as a reminder

and a remembrance

We can only hope

that the memories

and the stories told

after we leave this world

are eloquent as the ones

told by the stars in the night sky

By: Diya Parikh

She stretches her arms out,

Of this cage called world,

Staring up at the sky,

Knowing that she was meant to fly,

The stars peak out from the clear night sky,

They were a thousand diamonds to the little girls eye,

The cool nights breeze tickled her feet,

For she knew the spirits were dancing to a beat,

Her wings will grow,

Like the universe a long time ago,

For beautiful creatures cannot be confined,

Everything will be alright with a little time,

Once again she looked up at the night sky,

Like a kid does to apple pie,

As she tasted her cold, salty tears,

She hoped to not have to wait for years,

The girl wiped her eyes,

And was taken by surprise,

Her wings had grown back,

And was dancing in the sky