Gifted Pen Poetry..................................................................................................................pages

Questions for an Eraser

Grace Curran

Rubbery and soft Like a therapist for small mistakes You live everywhere In the soft scratching of student’s pencils To the angry scrawl of a snappy lawyer You sacrifice yourself To remedy other’s fumbles Do you hate pencils? Do you feel like they are wobbly and stupid Not responding fast enough to the hand Do you hate the fact / that humans make them sharp / When it only makes mistakes harder for you to erase? Do you feel like a slave? Do you try to inch away and be lost? Or so you accept your fate of being used? Are you like a hero? Gracing the world one valiant act at a time? Tell me your mental state.

Faded

Vivianne Smith

He broke it He promised The trust The bond Covered in dust Nearly fading Almost gone

The fog too thick to see through I’m almost blind Scared to see the other side Nearly Faded Almost gone

As I sit on the sidewalk sad and betrayed From me he’s probably already strayed On to another he’s dwindling away Nearly Faded Almost gone

Cold and frozen I lie awake Waiting for him but he never came Even though I still hold him deep inside I need to let go of the memories I hide Now when I think my mind is clear Of regrettable dreams and wasted years Fully faded Now he’s gone

A Key Will Always Be a Key

Teagan Lindsey.

The key will always be a key, not a bee, a tree, not a banshee. The key shall not be destroyed, it will not avoid the meaning of its purpose, never being worthless. A key always has a use with no excuse, whether to be a key or not you could always be an astronaut, who floats freely in space, with a spirit full of grace. A key could open a door, which could lead to your core, which is always fun to explore what’s yours? A key can also be more than just a key, a key could fly free like a bird that’s absurd. Knowing your worth even on your own turf, Acting like a cow that meows, or maybe a horse of course. Trying to become something that’s not you, which could maybe be true. A color like baby blue could be for you, or maybe green could be seen. But you would think a key could never change, but there is always hope, looking through a telescope. A key will always try its best nevertheless, for it is a key that can soar unlike a boar that is fat like ya granny’s cat. A key can be a toy, which if played with will annoy others around the ground, they cannot smile so they will frown. You can read a book that will not be took from captain hook, but i have a key so i can fly free, and soar for more like a nobel prize, if that happens my mother will arise. In the end a key will always be a key hanging out on a tree.

The Past Present and Future

Skyler Layco.

At 1 you are free, no care in the world but me At 3 you are growing all of your cares you are throwing At 5 you are alive meeting new friends is the way you thrive At 9 you feeling devine devastatingly you find out your allergic to pine At 7 you are in heaven you are at recess then all of the sudden your

11 What fun! Being the oldest and getting stuff done! Then at 13 you have power flourishing and growing by the hour At 15 things go down, highschool has made you drown 17 you are miserable college applications have made you want to be invisible At 19 you have settled down and seen new people and places with friends all around.