Author: Kenzi F.

I must plead with my need and greed
Lead me to ye pizza, Breed!
Powerful wonder shall you not cross
Or I’ll become the boss.
Eleven’s my name
Remember, you must
Bring me the food that I so very lust.
If you refuse, you’re not so kind;
For I will have
A pizza your mind.

Lonely summer days were upon me
Friends were away and the house was vacant
One blistering day, a little green bird flew staggered through my window,
Landed on my computer, tweeting loudly and frantically flapping her wings

She had been hurt
Broken
Was too far from home

I soothed her tattered feathers and coated her tiny body in soft soap
I did my best to watch over her, until she was able to fly again
We conversed until there was nothing to say
Then one day she flew away
That was the last time I saw her

She fell into the poison
The predators got to her
And her existence vanished

Another bird flew through my window
A blue bird with white patches that looked almost the same as the green bird
She said very little, a low tone in her voice
Her body was healthy, but her heart was heavy
The sorrow engulfed her, nearly consuming her
Her wings were deliberately hurt
She was ready to leave

I held her, sheltered her
And to this day I have never let her go
She’s still here
And her broken wings are now flying strong

In Transylvania there is a abundance of jicama fruit around the town. The vampires always ate them as snacks, until one day, when all the jicamas vanished. The town went into a withdrawal, because they had grown an addiction to the fruit. The vampires were fiendin’ for the fruit so much that they would search for hours in hopes of finding a jicama. After many months of searching for the hidden fruit, a jicama was spotted and protected in order to revive the jicama fruit from the dead. After years of protecting and growth of the fruit, the jicama was finally back, and the town created a system to prevent the disappearance again.

You left me in confusion of how you think of me
I can’t decide if we’re friends or if it’s more than I can see
You talk as if we’ve known each other our whole lives
But then you change your ways
You start to laugh and I can’t help but wonder if you ever felt the same
I guess you were just a game
A piece of plastic on a board
As for the game, you won, it’s over
Because my turn was just ignored.

You guide me like a lighthouse
In the darkness, you’re the beam of light
I’m the boat that’s lost
But you’re still in sight
Your light keeps me soaring
Through the waves, the crashes, and rolls
Until I pull to shore
And we don’t need each other anymore

High school is a time for teenagers to have fun. It’s the time to get to know everyone around you and to create lasting friendships. Teens are stressing themselves out about their grades because they have to be better than the other. This shouldn’t be a time of competition but a time of fun. You can still focus on your grades and have fun, and you can be smart about having fun. You are only a teenager once so have fun and don’t grow up.

Hello, I can see you are frustrated by the problems that you can’t avoid.
Hello, we hear you when your crying rings out in awestruck anger.
Hello, I can see your fear when you think of your insults.
Hello, we can see your work as hard as you claim to do.
Hello, I know what you say when you yell ignorance is bliss.
Hello, we get struck deep by the ever-present anger that fills the house.

Goodbye, I know you’ll be around for me to visit.
Goodbye, we’ll call you every day.
Goodbye, I hate to see us go.
Goodbye, we wish there was another way.
Goodbye, I’ll see you every Christmas.
Goodbye, we cry when you see your pain.

Hello, I just want to say hello.
Hello, we would love to see you again.
Hello, I wish we still knew each other by name.

Goodbye, bearer of unconditional love.
Goodbye, how time flew so quickly.
Goodbye, Momma.

If love is beautiful then what is hatred? Ugly? They are all emotions, how can the be anything other than what they are?

He wanders the city, unsure as to where he is or how he arrived. The buildings are dull and towering; a vast contrast from the stale sepia buildings he’s used to. People bustle around him, clearly annoyed at his sluggish pace on such a busy street. There are so many people. More people than he had seen in his entire life. The are wearing clothing he’d never seen either; grey, crisp, and cold. In his dazed confusion, he asks the stream of faces what this strange place is. They push past him in disgust. He asks again and is once again ignored. He asks again. Ignored. He asks again. Ignored. Why wont anyone say anything? He wonders if he’s invisible. He screams. No reaction. “WHERE AM I?!” He screams in a plain man’s face as he grabs him firmly by the sholders. The man’s face contorts in disdain. The man look him in the eye for a moment. There was a breif pause, a moment of hope, hope that maybe someone would help him, help him understand what was happening. Ignored.

Destroyed and forgotten
Lost and Untold
These stories are broken
They’ll never unfold.

The pages are torn
The corners are bent
But the words don’t come off
They’re glued like cement.

The spine is cracked
The cover is ruined
But the book is still there
It just can’t be opened.