Teens Express Emotions, Humor Through Poetry More Poems From Last Week’s Creative-Writing Section

SEIN KAMPF

By Molly Christine Riddle

Mead

He raises his shears past Anna’s gray eyes. Long, black curls tumble to the concrete floor.

A panicking flower tormented by weeds she wanders, frantically searching for her mother’s delicate smile.

Packed inside the chamber open mouths fight to breathe. Gas overwhelms trusting lungs.

UNTITLED

By Terra Edwards

West Valley

Over We should all make ourselves tiny and small and surround ourselves by huge mountains and enormous streams and blend in so naturally and grind away our coverings and scream at the light, and hate the dark, and end up brown and dead and part of the huge surroundings so someone else can make themselves small and tiny and pretty soon, we will all be one.

THIRTEEN

By Joliena Pierce

Lewis and Clark

Is this the beginning or is it the end, child, adult, which to defend.

The knowledge I have, of answers I seek, Why this childhood, can’t I defeat.

Cars, houses, freedom, I wish. Barbies and curfews I surely wouldn’t miss. From the top of the middle to the bottom of high, I am not a child, I must deny.

13 years of problems not there, High school? Tomorrow? What should I wear?

HE HOVERS OVER MY SHOULDERS

By Joy A. Jung

Falls Christian Academy

Mister Homework is not my friend. Straight as a board that never bends. He’s with me every day and night, Creeping on me just way too tight.

Every weekend he never fails. Home from school, behind me he trails. I cry and weep, “Please go away! Let me have this weekend to play!”

Every time my family goes out, “Don’t follow me!” I want to shout. Like a ball and chain he will come: a real spoilsport and not much fun.

I am so tired, Oh woe is me, What can I do to be set free? Please hear my cry, oh God above: Fill my teachers with mercy and love!

JUST LIKE YOU

By Sarah Mundell

Pullman

You judge me by appearance, and only that alone. You don’t care to perceive, the other parts of me. You don’t judge me by my politics my beliefs, my maturity of days of yore. I could remark, that when I see you, I see someone biased, someone prejudiced, someone unable to comprehend, the fact that I am different. But I won’t, because that would make me, just like you.

CARING

By Brandon Warren

Greenacres

I guess I do care a lot But right now I don’t Know if I can handle it. It’s too much pressure. Plus it’s too heart breaking. I’m tired of being the referee. I’m tired of going through this again and again. So I want you to know, I will not keep going through this. You have crossed the line. So remember Dad, I still love you. But I’m stepping out. I’m not losing the war. I’m not giving up. All I’m doing is taking a long rest.

DEPRESSION

By Theo Keyes

Spokane Public Schools

The wind sings a sad song in my ears, I am afraid of my fears, Life is full of tears. I am a sailor of sadness, A head dripping with madness. A sip of life soup Someone threw me a loop, Someone shot Betty Boop. I am locked in a cage, Deceptively calm is my rage, In the book of life, I ripped a page. I can’t think, Where is the missing link, Why does life stink?