Across the Fairway
By
Chase Jones
I can remember when I first stepped on to a golf course,
Dew covering the ground, a misty breeze shading the air,
Ponds reflecting light from the rising sun, like a diamond glistening in the light,
Green grass shaded by the brown color of winter grass
What a memorable experience it was
I began to call the golf course my second home over the years,
The warm welcome I would receive every time I was present,
I started becoming known as the kid who is always at the golf course, and soon started to receive some recognition, like a lighthouse bringing ships in from the dark sea
The seasons began to change,
And here I was for the billionth time,
The fairways of brown were green again,
The course was in prime condition, by far the best I had ever seen,
The bunkers were sandy white almost like being at the beach on a warm June day,
The wind was gusting making the sand blow around,
Trees were dancing in the breeze,
The smell of freshly cut grass was a guarantee
The golf course still continues to amaze me to this day,
With its fairways crowded by mile high pine trees that stand to the right and left, the water hazards, the smell of fresh cut grass, and the dinging of drivers as people tee off, sounding like firecrackers popping in the night
The course I call my second home is Uchee Trail,
Golf is my happy place and the sport I like to call my own,
I will continue to play this game for years to come, and even maybe pass the love of the game onto someone else one day
Life Changes and So Do People
By
Rebecca Bowling
Just as roses grow and appear one way,
beware of their thorns. Sharper as they age.
As you pick that rose; off of beauty and appearance
you may not notice the thorns they hold upon their stem.
Blindsided and betrayed you may be.
Just as roses grow and change so do people.
I’ve learned the hard way that this is true.
Just as you pick your friends from a young age.
Their younger self seems so sweet and innocent.
Running around playing tag, going to the movies,
to sleepover conversations about others.
You age together, both talk about cute boys and gossip about
others. But the day comes that with age
they change. Becoming a whole new person.
There is still gossip being told, just not with you,
instead it’s about you.
Just as the rose at a small age were beautiful to look at and their thorns did little harm. So are some friends we have. All lovable and true. But just as that same rose grew to become old the thorns grew sharper making it rough to hold on to. Same with these friends, they grow and their true colors come out showing their thorns you couldn’t see from a young age.
Just as life changes so do some of the people we once knew.
Dash of Life
By
Emily Arnold
One’s life reduced
To a simple square
With two numbers
And a dash.
One’s life reduced
To a few words
To many tears
And broken hearts.
One’s life reduced
To memories now
To what others remember
And what they left behind.
One’s life reduced
To sometimes nothing
Alone and forgotten
Their whole life.
One’s life reduced
To the simple dash.
It’s what you once did
“They” say.
But one’s life
Thoughts, dreams, memories
Can not be done justice
In a simple dash.
False Hope
By
Ivy Wynne
Always wanted, but never needed, she felt so useless
Smiles on others faces but never on hers
Lost as she was
Head filled with sadness
and body aching of eagerness
Everything seeming useless
But a small little feeling
of hope was amidst
Never did she fade away
for the fear that hope be left astray
No acknowledgement of her
Just caught in a blur
Hoping for one day a miracle
The right person to hold her tight
and set her world right
Away from her fears
and struggles so dear
For hope to finally come alight
But that day would never come
For she learned one peaceful night
that the hope she wished for was nothing more
than a sweet desire of treacherous heights
For she soon discovered the one she sought
was nothing more than herself
Because for love to come
means first learning
to love yourself.
The Missing Piece
By
Lacy Lucas
If only I would have known
If only I could have said something before it was too late
You were once my everything
You made my heart beat
You made my world spin
You brought light into my life
There is an empty place in me without you
The piece of the puzzle is still missing
The puzzle is still incomplete without that one piece
My puzzle will never be finished without that one piece
That one piece will forever remain gone
That one piece can never be fulfilled again
I have searched for that one piece
I have searched for something to replace it
Anything to replace it
But it can never be replaced
Because you were that one piece and no other piece will ever fit
If only I would have known
Known the pain I would feel once that one piece was gone
The pain once you were gone
The pain no one ever speaks of
The pain that never leaves
The most painful kind of love
The last act of love we can ever give to someone we loved
The price we pay for love
For loving someone so intimately
For when there is deep grief, there was great love
Wasteland
By
Mai Lei Long
Acrid smoke lingers in the air,
Choking all life.
Bombshells are scattered about the desolate landscape.
The stench of death and something faintly metallic permeates the air.
Warped metal frames of what once were buildings and cars
Are lying prostrate across the barren ground.
Dust clouds the sky,
And the cerulean blue mankind knew,
Gone, swallowed up by smog.
The contaminated waters contain toxic chemicals,
Killing marine life.
Acid rain pounds the beaten earth.
Plants have long been extinct,
And with them, animals.
No one will ever hear the sound of birds singing in the morning,
Or bees buzzing in the fresh springtime air.
No one will hear the familiar hum and bustle of cities,
Or taste refreshing, sweet ice-cream on hot summer days.
Nothing is left.
Blood stains the ground,
And all forms of life have been blasted to unrecognizable pulp.
Mankind has destroyed everything with its war.
Earth, once thriving with beauty and life,
Is now a wasteland.
Night Terrors
By
Josh Gilbert
Waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing, but why?
It’s because the horrors came back to haunt me, made me want to die.
And yet, I can never quite recall... what plagued my sleep,
What monsters lurked inside my dreams, within my sleep so deep…
Panic, pain, misery and fright; arisen from those terrors in the night…
Only the faintest shadows, of something sinister, something wrong.
Yet the moment I fall asleep, the terrors return, humming their spectral song.
Worse still, I’ve begun to sense them in the day, spectors of black and gray.
Though when I try to turn and see, they always manage to flit away…
Panic, pain, misery and fright; arisen from those terrors in the night…
The phantoms continue to grow until
I see them perched upon my windowsill.
Eerie shapes, watching me at night.
Whose voidlike forms, absorb all light.
They stalk me like prey wherever I go,
All the while continuing to grow,
Until eventually... they start to speak…
No longer visions, are these hallucinated freaks,
But demons letting out their chanted shrieks.
Panic, pain, misery and fright; arisen from those terrors in the night…
I’ll never escape them, those creatures lurking in the darkness,
Noone else can see the terrors, but I know they are not harmless.
In fact, they can kill and still remain hidden,
Which is why I’m here, why I am confined in this prison.
Don’t you see, it was them, not me!
I had no choice, no option but to agree.
I could not resist their commands; the acts were not my errors.
Never would I dare to kill those people; I swear, it was the night terrors!
Panic, pain, misery and fright; arisen from those terrors in the night…
When the Bell Rings
By
Chase Rogers
The end is near.
The teachers fear
Of the herds of students.
Lockers slam shut,
With barely a touch.
Papers fly high
And touch the sky.
Some ride the bus.
Some ride in a car.
Time for practice.
The best part of the day.
Run here, run there,
Run everywhere just to get loose.
Play this and play that.
Just for fun.
Work hard,
Never ever quite,
Keep going,
That's what the coach says.
Practice seperates the boys from the men.
Now it's time to go home.
Done with the day.
All cozy and warm in bed I lay.
Wake up tired as ever.
Go to school just like every other day.
Life in Day
By
James Fordham
As you wake up early, the day is young.
You have no worry, until work has come,
You get on your way, leaving the simple morning behind.
You arrive at work, wishing you were still asleep,
But there is no time to wish, when there is work to be done,
So you grip your pen, focusing on the task at hand.
Mid day comes and what a relief,
Lunch break is here, You can enjoy yourself.
But in what seems like a blink of an eye, your back to work.
You start with good pace, writing papers after papers,
But as the day goes on you grow more weak and tired.
But what keeps you going is the reward at the end.
When five o’clock comes, you leave your work day behind,
You hurry back home and kick back in your chair,
The lazy days have come of no worries and despairs
You reward yourself for all your hard work,
You enjoy supper, and live your evening,
You watch the sunset, until in comes the dark.
But still you grow tired till you can barely keep going,
You want to fight sleep, the day is not over.
Fight a you may, sleep will still come
You Are
By
Caleb Senters
My sunshine on the darkest day,
You take my heart away,
Beautiful, beautiful you are.
With your beauty high above par,
You make others have to raise the bar,
beautiful, beautiful you are.
The honeyed smile you have,
the warming, alleviating laugh you give
amazing, amazing you are.
The playful punches you lazily land,
The softness of your hand
Amazing, amazing you are.
Protecting me from the world, oh so distraught and heinous,
And showing me the light with doting vainness,
Caring, caring you are.
Hugging me when I’m down,
giving me strength when I feel washed away
You give me hope to see another day,
Caring caring you are.
Many say, and I see this as true,
I'm a fool for your charm.
But ‘oh how they don’t know,
how great you look in my arms.
Your love is pure,
casting away my doubts,
tossing them away like the keys,
when we locked our hearts to each other,
making us one.
My love, my love you are.
S l i d i n i n t o h e r D M s
By
Jacob Swenson
Hark! Oh my dear, oh me oh my, it has surfaced as though I hath slithered unto thou DM’s my dearest madame and acquaintance.
I do so sincerely atone for this most dreadful blunder.
Unless?
Neigh, neigh, I jest, mere humbug it is
I could never commit to conjuring up such ill-fated fantasies
But if there happened to be the prospect…
Neigh, neigh, I jest! I merely only quip with thee!
Oh what was I saying again…
Ah yes
Unless?
I never could con-jure
Oh me
Oh my
But what if she detests?
Be brave!
Don’t fret!
But all of that regret I don’t know what to do and I think she’s on to me!
She’s on to me!
But in the end
I’m chasing dreams
that will ne-ver
com-eth
true
I J E S T
Through the Door
By
Breanna Arnold
When I was young
I wanted to fight
Not for glory
But for what's right
As I grew older,
My passion burned more
It burned the day
I walked out the door.
I walked out the door
To fight for what's right
Because I couldn't
just stand by.
There was one thing I didn't dream of
And that was the war
It gave me so much more
To be thankful for
It made me realize
I spent my whole life waiting
For something that later
would come
pounding on my door
What was pounding on my door?
It was the war.
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