MY SOUL
My soul is wandering through space
Flying through stars, wondering
Everything in the world, trying
To figure out questions that are
Never answered. Finding friends
And love that surround it,
Trying to know more and more
About the outer world. Thinking
What to do next and who to meet
Next. Asking, asking questions
That no one ever questioned. Wearing
Necklaces made out of moon rocks
With a dress of shiny stars. Making
Everywhere it goes shiny and
So smooth flying through with
All its poisoned self esteem.
Wandering what to tell me next
To give me some advice, to give
Me some warm advice.
Beatriz F.
ALEXANDRA, MY BABY SISTER (A VILLANELLE)
For you, and only for you, I live, I breathe, I dream.
Only for you do I have a word to say.
You are the only way that joy may I redeem.
Even when I am happy, or so it may seem,
I am crying deep inside, and your smile fills me, I’ll stay,
for you and only for you, do I live, I breathe, I dream.
When I look into your tiny eyes as they gleam
All fear, worry, seem to have flown away.
You are the only way that joy may I redeem.
And when you’re crying, my mind echoes each scream,
While my heart is a hollow cave, you fill me in a way.
For you, and only for you, I live, I breathe, I dream.
In time, life reminds me it’s not like whipped cream,
but as dark and as dreary as dirt, where you’re my gold today.
You are the only way that joy may I redeem.
Your feet and hands, so tiny, smile honest, like a dream.
Eyes like a pond of lightness, a small content light amidst the gray,
For you and only for you, I live, I breathe, I dream.
You are the only way that joy may I redeem.
Emilia Anna B.
DARK ROOM
I am in a dark room – no noise
except my voice
my voice
Braces the silence
and the only thing here
Is this paper and pen
that has pink ink
I could not see
though it is too dark that maybe
in this room I could see
all my memories
But only if I close
my eyes
I could feel and smell
the people
It’s like
there was magic in every corner
of this
room.
Brenda R.
WHEN A DREAM DIES
What happens when a dream dies?
Do people stop walking by?
Do the trees say good night?
Do people start to fight?
Does the earth start to die?
May it be that nature catches the flu?
What happens when a dream dies?
Do my eyes stop to blink and
start to rain?
Instead of falling water
Do my tears become blood?
Or will the world
be full of flood?
Jessenia G.
CAVE
Creatures of Death
Flag of the Cave
Lakes of Treasure
The little boy
cries for freedom.
Why in a cave?
He shouts.
He wants mercy.
His parents died
in a war with evil.
He saw a light
But then the
monster came
to life.
As he ran away
He saw a sword
shining like
Heaven.
He grabbed it
and then suddenly
He felt brave.
As he charged
He aimed to the
Monster’s stomach.
As it was fleeing
He saw his parents
Behind the monster.
They tested him
in courage and
braveness.
Isaias G.
RISING SOUL
She woke up.
The sky was mixed
in 5 different colors.
She put on her robe
And walked outside,
Breathing in the sweet smell
of the sky that warms
Her inside.
And just like that
She was dressed
In the finest clothes.
And her soul rose to God.
Brianna Lelan B.
HOPE
Hope: the softest clouds moving
Back and forth in the air. Shoot up! Come
Down. Birds chirping tweet! Tweet! Singing
A little tune. Crunch! Oops, stepped on a
Cookie. A doe nesting its baby and that’s
Called hope! A butterfly nesting and sipping
The sweetest nectar. Cats on the prowl
Hunting for food: Hope.
Amee L.
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