Running

by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023

Running

~JT Gally

Running is my calm place;

My saving grace.

Stress due to a test?

Worrying about what’s coming?

No need to fear

Running is always here. 

Oh, how nice it is to

Stop my life, go outside.

Put my legs on autopilot

And run.

Fresh air forces its way into my lungs

Whisking my worries away like a waterfall.

Running is the only thing that gives me that mental rest

That makes me feel prepared for that test.

Oh, what I owe running

It is my redeemer.

Kept me calm and collected over the years

And hopefully for many more to come.

Midnight Howl

~Will Manchuso

It’s nine at night

The dark causes fright 

I hear my dog growl 

And then comes a howl

I cannot believe the howl came from my dog

My dogs make a growl meaning the howl came from the fog.

I bring my dog in the through the door

He tracks mud all around the floor

I settle in and look through the window

I can hear and feel the wind blow

I look through the fog and see a pair of eyes

Then I look into the skies

And up there is a full glowing moon

It looked like a cartoon

I looked back at the creature

And it no longer made a feature 

The wild, a beautiful sight

And that’s when I said goodnight 

Clueless

by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023

~Max Yerid, Class of 2023

I want to write, but what about?

I look around

Everyone’s on the other side of the room.

Nothing to note about the windows.

Clueless.

I sit and think

Music flowing in through my ears

No homework to do

So I continue to think

Clueless.

I turn down the music

Hear the noises 

Take them in, try to make them

Give me ideas

Clueless.

Horris walks by

Leaves the room.

Eston faces the wall

Isah stares at his IPad.

Clueless.

I know what to write about.

I’ll write about

Not knowing what to write about.

Finally, I don’t have to say I’m

Clueless.

Boxes

by fennvoice | Oct 19, 2022 | Class of 2023

~Charlie Hood, Class of 2033

What lies in the box 

Next to the socks

In the untouched attic 

Under the clocks

Where does it come from 

And who has it seen?

Is it old

Or is it gold…? 

Stories from the past?

A windy day that fills the mast

A tale of lions grazing grass

Or the old runners shoes that placed him last 

A story of war

A bloody core

A family secret 

A feathered egret

A box for tools 

That’s full of jewels 

A rusty trap

A dirty cap

A boxers glove 

Letters of love 

A pirates peg 

A turkey’s leg 

What lies in the box 

Next to the socks

In the untouched attic 

Under the clocks?

Monday Morning

by fennvoice | Oct 13, 2022 | Class of 2023

The alarm noise buzzing like a goal horn
Buzzing threw my body like a fly on a dirty old windowsill

I’m not getting up
I’m not getting up
I’m not getting up

I kept on telling myself that
That changed very quickly though

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