Moulton English

You call me weird, you call me crazy,   You say that I'm a mess.   That books have changed me, but not for good,   That I've become obsessed.   I stay in my room, wrapped in a blanket,   Reading a really good book.   You say books are stupid, that they are dumb,    But you haven't even had a look.   I'm antisocial, a loner you say,   I never spend any time with you.   You say you're my friend, my best friend,    But the distance between us grew.    You tell me that you know me,    That you will always be there,   But you were never there when I needed you,    Never there, I swear.   Where were you when I needed you,   When my days were bad.   Books were there when I needed a friend,    Or if I was just sad.    Books taught me many things,   I do...

Parker Koch English 9H Asuncion 4/28/16 Accipiter Luna In a time before stars, before the Earth bore Man’s scars, There was only a forge, set in the deep ridge of a bottomless gorge, Ripped from the flame, its burning silvered frame, Forged in white starlight, its fresh blade alight, It bore its master’s mark, the bane of the dark, Its steel carved feather, reflecting the cool midnight weather. Accipiter, The name of its master, Luna, For the moon, its first true owner. A sword so sharp, it sang like a harp. For years it will sit, waiting for the one with Honor to bear it, Waiting for you young hawk, You and your ethereal mark.

  Kylie Hegner Ms. Asuncion English 9 Honors Block: 6 21 October 2015 Time The day always ends The stars always shine For miles the universe extends The planets orbit in line But things always occur You lose your best friends The good is a blur The bad never ends But out of that comes good A time when life is going well A time when you finally could Like there’s a magic spell Things are always changing You just have to keep on waiting

Emma Franks Ms. Asuncion English Honors 9 Block 6 24 October 2015                                                                                                                                  The Beautiful Sky The fluffy white clouds That bright mesmerizing blue, The beautiful sky.

Christopher Wenzel Ms. Asuncion English 9 Honors, Block 6 11 December 2015 When I'm Gone I didn't get to say goodbye It repeats inside my head If fills my heart with pain And my very soul with dread I never said those final words Whispered quietly in your ear But I did say "I love you" Enough times for you to hear It isn't about these final words That were said or not spoken It is about the love expressed That not even death has broken

Alekhya Varada Ms. Asuncion English  9 Honors , Block 6 21 October 2015                                                                                  The Unwanted Memories Looking through the majestic, murky pond Wanting nothing more than fun and laughter All I see is a sad, unfriendly bond It’s a myth to get an “ever after.” Wishing upon a thousand, shining stars They say the past is only the past But all I get are a thousand bright scars However, letting it go cannot last Can I just have a slight feeling of hope? Sometimes I just want to scream and...

Karan Nair Ms. Asuncion English 9H         18 November 2015 The vast plain of grass stands tall dancing in the wind, welcome to freedom.

Arjun Tarafdar Ms. Asuncion English 9 Honors : Block 3 October 20th, 2015 Missed Opportunities There’s a time in our lives when we must choose how we want to look at the world, we can think about what we would’ve, could’ve, should’ve and might’ve done. But that’s not the only way, because; things are not always negative. If you look a bit on the positive side, you see not missed opportunities, but also everything you want, can and will do. So don’t just sit and regret your mistakes; turn around and look forward, take advantage of the present, or you will end up with One more missed opportunity, another wasted chance.

Original Poetry By: Sudiksha Kochi Date: 09/24/15 Block: 3 rd Innocent Flames Has the infinite galaxy swallowed stars into darkness? For your love has sucked my soul, my heart and left me to tears.. ripping blood like immature throwdowns in an abyss; each icicle representing a drop of love that poisons my heart. Sometimes I feel like climbing the peak of a mountain, surrounding myself with puddles of tears streaked in red kisses; losing the grip that you once stapled into my flesh, and the evil stares that burned in my mind like a torturous tyranny of charades. I wonder, do you still hold my memories like a safe box filled with gold? Or flush them down like unwanted scraps of dirt... shooting bullets of pain and misery into my heart, and spreading the face of carefree indulgence like the bystander of a crime scene. Your touch is like an enigmatic puzzle of deception, the rising sun of bloodlust... a staircase of hope and...

Tasnia Chowdhury Ms. Asuncion English 9 Honors, Block 3 22 February 2016 My Grandpa                                     Walking with a wooden cane,                                     Who would have thought you would go so soon.                                     A person who was never in pain.                            ...

Masan Brown   Ms. Asuncion   English 9H, Block 3   1 October 2015   The House   The box, the door, it  begged me to enter.    What lies beyond the door is my bad past,   I open the door, see and remember .   Waking in slow, I feel like an outcast.   The stairs I sat on,  waiting  for presents,   The kitchen where holiday meals were made.   I'm frozen thinking about those events ,   Thi s is where it happened, I wish I stayed.   I was scared seeing my house would hurt me,   This is where my family had fell apart.    Standing where my mom was finally free ;   As I'm in this house I feel my heartbeat.    Seeing this house is  impossibly hard,   The last thing I ever see is the yard!