Ms. Wesson 5th Grade Group 1
I think about my dad
I’m looking at a blue wall
and then at the fan
blowing cold air.
I close my eyes and
I see
the dark and
I feel relaxed.
inside this desk there
are people working.
inside this desk there
conferences being made.
inside this desk there
are busy people.
inside this desk
everybody’s on fire.
inside this desk
people quit.
inside
this desk I’m trying my
best.
I’m Xorla…I love dogs but in fact I have one of my own.
His name is DJ. He’s white and he does not bite.
I love dogs and I’m Xorla.
My dog’s name is DJ.
I love dogs and I’m Xorla.
I love dogs.
Xorla dogs
Ms. Wesson 5th Grade Group 2
My friends are brothers
My mom is my and
my brother’s keeper
My couch is my father
figure
My frenemies are
foes
My life is like
a baby growing
and growing
in the light blue sky
the object rings
like the car motor
while hours go by
the object starts to
disturb the people asleep
left far behind
by the dark blue sky
the people
slept quietly
all was a good night
Inside this suitcase I
see my future.
Inside this suitcase I
see old memories. Inside
this suitcase I see
my family waving me
goodbye. Inside this
suitcase I see my
parents being proud of
me.
Inside this suitcase
I see me not
being around as much.
Inside this suitcase
I see me surprising
my mom on coming
back home. Inside
this suitcase I
see my mom saying
“I love you.”
Ms. Henry 6th Grade Group 1
I remember the tantrums Carson had
I remember playing with my hot wheels every day after school
I remember drinking root beer floats at grandma’s house
I remember the dirty old blanket I carried around
I remember going skating and falling with my friend
I remember the song Waterfalls by TLC in my kitchen
I remember grandma’s pies pumpkin smell
I remember going to the beach in the summer making castles
I remember overhearing “Justin is so fake and stupid”
I remember me and my cousins dancing to Pharrell Williams
I remember hiding in the dirty laundry basket
I remember finding my phone 2 months after I got a new phone
I remember going to Six Flags and passing out on the giant drop
I remember cooking eggs with my grandma
I remember falling down the stair in the hallway of my one-bedroom
apartment.
I am the girl that you see on the street looking down
with a frown
I am that girl that has no dreams…
I am that girl that you see on the street looking down.
That girl that has no dreams…
Has no dreams…
Jakaira. Dreams.
Inside this iPhone
box is my love
for shoes.
Inside this iPhone
box is a field of
shoes.
Inside this iPhone
box is my happiness
and joy.
Inside this iPhone
box my hopes
and dreams.
Inside this iPhone
box is my love
for my family.
Inside this iPhone
box is Destiny, Nia
and Chloe’s funny memories.
Inside this iPhone
box is my great
success that I
am going to make it
in life.
Landing at tilted towers
for the gold scar, nothing
but first solo win fortnite
nothing but getting a high
kill game fortnite nothing but
a build battle fortnite nothing
but first kill in a solo match
fortnite nothing but trying to
get to tier 100 fortnite but my
friend Dartel raging through the mic
because his cousin kept eliminating
him in creative mode.
Ms. Henry 6th Grade Group 2
In my bed
at night the light of my closet
lights the room
getting rid of uneasiness
dreaming about if
the unnatural really exists
or is it just
another story told.
In my bed
under my blanket
colored blue like sky
thinking about nothing
but what about tomorrow
In my bed
laying on a comfortable mattress
that feels soft like fur
with feelings for days of life
After every worksheet, newspaper
and story read, I turn to my shelf
where my small moon stands.
After every book, essay and
note written, I turn to my shelf
where my small moon stands.
After every play, movie and
video watched, I turn to my shelf
where my small moon stands.
After every rewrite, failure and
redo, I turn to my shelf
where my small moon stands.
But what does a moon do
for a man so blue? Does it smell
like a rose or hop around
cheering my mood?
It does none of this, yet I
watch the little moon on my shelf.