Life By Crystal of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 TweetShareGoogle+Email Like clouds in the sky, My many thoughts float around, Then sink into a deep fog. A maze of feelings, A maze where I can’t get out. Life was quite good, An adventure like the maze, Those were the good days. Were... Tags: National Poetry MonthTweetShareGoogle+Email Related Content Betrayal By Anna of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 The saddest thing about it is that it never comes from my enemies and it’s always a surprise. I start depending on people for my happiness and when they leave, like they always do, they take my happiness with them but they don't care. I'm discarded like an old toy and forgotten about. Poetry By Kristen of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 Poetry is powerful. Powerful as the deadly flight of a hungry falcon, the majestic roaring of waterfalls, the enormous roar of a free tiger. Poetry is entertaining. Entertaining as the hilarity of everything when you’re tired, as your brother when he tries to show off in front of his friends, as the ridiculously cheesy movies that still make us cry. Poetry is magical. Magical as the whisper of the wind on a cold winter night, as the sparkles that you never quite see in the corner of your eye, The Difference By Brynn of Kealing Middle School • Apr 29, 2016 Thick bricks blockade my inside laughs. Others giggle, I stare. Mom says it's a new page being turned But my inside chattering thinks otherwise. “At least try,” they say, But I retract from the thought. I used to greet with a smile, I used to talk with a squeak, I used to run with pride. Now, Thick bricks blockade my inside laughs.