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Soaring Free
Gabriella Tavera

I am the breeze underneath my wings,
help me soar and glide through.
I glide; I glide because I am free.

I am my yellow eyes,
help me see this beautiful view, and all that are yet to come.
I see, I see because I’m not blind.

I am not blind and I’m free
What a perfect life…
Wrong… it’s not perfect, despite the fact
That I am free and I am not blind.

A world full of hatred is below me…

They judge and hate me…
Only the homeless don’t judge
But only because they have no right to.
They see the world of hatred too…

Such a beautiful sight… with an ugly secret…
The secret of hate…

Boulevard
Paula Canales

Walking through your tree-lined splendor,
I often wonder: if you could speak,
What exactly would you have to say?
I’m sure you’ve heard
Many a secret.
You’ve seen many young lovers pass over you,
Only to see the same later
In lost love.
You’ve witnessed more than one hopeful business
Open its doors for the first time,
And close them for good
Soon after.
Trees have been cut down,
And forests destroyed,
To make way for your growing occupancy.
And even more bitter storms have you seen,
And still more harsh winters have you witnessed!
In light of all of this,
I really must say,
Perhaps if you could tell your story,
It would be better left
Untold.


   Autumn
Matthew Chandler

As the crispy leaves float down
     on my face and arms,
     my lungs fill with the chill of fall.
 I spin around in circles with my arms out
 I look up and see the brittle tree spinkling leaves.
 In my gloved hand,
 I hold a baggie of candy corn.
 Biting the triangle candy,
    section by section.
 In my mind each section has a distinct taste.
 I take in the cool, breezy atmosphere
    as my own aura.
 Charlie Brown Thanksgiving
    echoes from the house.

Fall
Sydney Green

Fall
Leaves fall to the ground
The air becomes chilled
It’s finally here
FALL
 
The air is crisp
Children laugh and play
It’s finally here
FALL
 
The trees are golden
The beginning of the holiday season
It’s finally here
FALL

Ode to Television
Troy Ogletree

The perfect distraction from doing your homework,
A joyful uplifter to get lost in time.
Entertainment, inspiration, and comedy provider.
To feel like you’re at the big game
     from the comfort of your living room.
So many channels, so many options,
The anti-reading device is my best friend.
An object to learn from,
     an object that provides…
Flat screen, 3-D, cable or satellite,
My favorite pastime where I someday want to be
I envision myself on the television.
Unfixable.

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