art & poetry
BY: ZACHARY IRVIN | HE/HIM | AGE 16
Every weekday after class
I see where he comes from. I wish he wrote his thoughts into a volume. I have lots of pages with
I envy his passion but he envies my success
person thoughts. Being able to take his thoughts apart would help him and me.
He can leave his bottlers on people's doorsteps, but I, I know how to be successful.
“Good Book, Straight from the source, your source…” “our source.” That boy is sharp. He knows much. He
Our mom knew what it meant to push through, so we
should write sometime. Give a gift of meaning to this
should too. Well, one of us does.
paper.
My Positive feelings help me push through.
He walks out. He could have told his life story and the
Leatherback to soft. They give no meaning to
time I had with him would still have felt so short.
knowledge, they are the meaning of knowledge. I wouldn’t be here without them.
I wish he stayed for longer. I wish I understood him.
Sometimes I cry. The feeling of not being able to connect with the boy and understand him. But without failure, he comes in every afternoon. I take a look at him, I try to test his emotions and intelligence.
BY: ZACHARY IRVIN | HE/HIM | AGE 16 Every other day
He tries his best.
He tries his best.
The librarian stares at the boy with a large array of intentions. Flying around at high speed he gives a new
I really appreciate his effort.
meaning to no meaning. I wish I could be like him.
His hair, his thought process. Nothing changes.
I admire the librarian. But I admire the boy even more. Even if they are wrong.
He tries his best. That’s ok. I do what I can. Talking him through himself till he feels of worth.
His tricks and jokes don’t phase me. But I pretend they do. I try my best to travel the world, helping everyone I can. Not The World. But my world. These people mean as much as what I learn from them.
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He tries his best.
