Totes Awk (pt. 2)

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 6th Period

A poem by Claudia M.

Me and cake,
we go way back.
To my very first birthday.
I can’t look at you,
because if I do,
I will eat you.

Darlene B.

Walking down the aisle of Jewel
seeing someone from school
the awkwardness is killing me inside.
I spend hours with these people in school
Isn’t it enough? Why not?
My family is around me so it’s twice as awkward
I get closer and closer, that person smiles and
waves hi
I wave hi back and feel a rush of relief
My siblings ask “who’s that?”
“It’s someone from school.” I reply
“Why do you seem so strange?” They ask
“Because I’m weird!” I tell them.
I’m glad that’s over.

Connor C.

I liked a really nice girl
I didn’t admit I liked her
People made fun of us
because they thought we liked
each other.
After a while it stopped
we agreed we didn’t have a crush
but then she told my little sister
she liked me and I gave a
big blush.
She never found out that
I liked her no doubt.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 7th Period

Todd P.

You and your friend
go blah, blah, blah
and all of a sudden
dead silence except the
last words you had just
said keeps ringing and
ringing in the classroom.
And all of the eyes are
on you and your friends,
that you were talking to.

Heidi B.

OMG awkward hallway time!
Random stranger walking!
I don’t even know it.
Randomly a w k w a r d l y
s t a r i n g l i k e O M G

Samia K.

My mom was in the fruit aisle
I swear I saw her move her cart to the check out
and then I saw her leave the store and go to her car
So I followed her. I got into her car and
said “Mom where are we going next?”
My mom turned around and saw a stranger.
My cheeks burned with laughter and
I got out from the car
and ran into the store to see my mom just paying
for the food she bought.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 8th Period

Jacob T.

I went into a great smelling
Burger King. I wanted the
best burger of all time.
So I asked for a Big Mac.
There I fell in stupidity
realizing my mistake.
I was as red as a
delicious red velvet cake.
Before the cashier could
tell me my mistake,
I ran out of the store
for that red velvet cake.

“Door = Faceplant”
Jaden B.

I walk
I open
I step
I stuck
I slip

I fall
I scared
I faceplant
I embarrassed

Bonnie K.

I really don’t like writing poems
I feel embarrassed thinking about someone reading
something I wrote.
I can never think of anything to write
So I just look at the blank white piece of paper
or just write some random words so
I can get a good grade.

(Ed. Note: A+, Bonnie.)



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.