Waiting

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Couldn’t sleep
need the peace
of knowing that it’s here.

I’m waiting,
so impatient
let morning arrive.

Want a surprise
for time to fly
my impatience to disappear.

I’m waiting,
waiting, waiting
temptation is baiting.

I won’t bite
I’ll close my eyes
let night pass me by.

I’m waiting,
let it hurry up,
here we go at last.

Impatience is fading
I think I’m done waiting
I know that it’s here now.

Everyone gets impatient every now and then, right? I get impatient A LOT. I wrote this poem the morning of our last school dance, because I couldn’t wait for it to get here and we would be seeing the yearbooks at lunch time. Of course, you also don’t realize how time flies. That night is over, and I have my own yearbook now, along with all of the other 8th graders.
– Brooke

Grads

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Middle school was memorable,
so many things to share
and looking back on these past few years
you can’t deny how much I care.

The little things I remember most
are the laughter and the smiles,
the rough times and the tears,
everything that made these years worthwhile.

I wish I could have been here longer
to watch everyone grow
into the wonderful people I see today
great friends, that much I know.

There are those who have come and gone,
and although I’ll remember forever,
sitting before me are the ones
who have been with me through this endeavor.

Little quirks in everyone,
the things that make them stand out,
I can pick them out in a crowd
without a single doubt.

We’ve been with each other
through rain and shine, thick and thin,
teachers, tests, checks and more…
these memories still make me grin.

I didn’t know what to expect at first,
that much is truly certain,
and now I just can’t believe
that it’s time to draw the curtain.

Endings can be unbearable,
tears will surely be shed
we will all miss one another
and graduation I’m coming to dread.

But I know one other thing, as well,
about this wonderful eighth grade class:
we’re ready and prepared for the outside world
when eighth grade comes to pass.

So as we put on our cap and gowns,
I’ll look around one last time,
at the many people I’ve come to love…
and now I have to say goodbye.

Bye, bye class of 2010! I’ll miss you guys!

Into Tomorrow

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Looking over my shoulder
and into the past
makes me realize
what I will do next…

I’ll take a step forward,
hitchhike on the road,
leading to the promising
tomorrow.

I might need a push,
a shove or head start
to get me going
along I shall trot.

On my way to the future,
murky and gray,
colors ever changing
as things change along the way.

There are forks in my path,
and obstacles, too,
I’m heading into tomorrow…
what about you?

Just Apologize

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Whatever you said
you just might forget
but the words can infect
someone else…

so pluck up the courage,
and be brave, my friend…
take the high road
and apologize.

Swallow your pride,
take time to look inside
and pull out the words
to apologize.

Intentions go astray
throughout the day
feelings are hurt,
so apologize.

Later on in life,
you’ll look back on yourself
and know what you did was right…
you apologized.

Stinky Gym Socks

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Twas the morning before field day
and all through the hall,
the children were gathering books –
but not all –
for one middle schooler was not doing that
but instead put on his field day hat.
He wore it all day
and through the night
until through his blinds streamed morning’s light.
Once at school he put on his gym socks, too,
and hurried out to the green,
where he perspired and sweat
so it was seen.
At the end of the day
he put back his socks and his hat
yes, yes, he did just that.
They infested and were bested
by the smell of rotting garbage
they stank so bad
they made the janitor sad
that he was still alive.
The next day the boy walked in
to exclamations of surprise
for in his locker sat his socks and hat,
moldy and unkind.
Now the boy is on the floor
because of the awful smell
and that is the story of stinky gym socks
that I will continue to tell.

Who Are You?

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Like a puzzle,
you’re hard to figure out
when I look at you now
there is a sliver of doubt.

Who are you?
I don’t know…
when I see you here and there,
you don’t bother to say ‘hello.’

I try hard to understand,
what might be going on inside
but the turmoil inside of me
is getting harder to hide.

I wish we could be honest
with ourselves and each other
and maybe then we’ll figure out
the secrets of one another.

You change every day,
you can’t seem to decide
who you want to be,
and you push your feelings aside.

It doesn’t matter
what you used to do
because you don’t do it anymore
if only we could start anew.

The point I want to make right now
as I end this poem right here,
is that being only yourself all the time
can bring others lots of cheer.

Harry Potter

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Hey, guys. I just finished re-reading Harry Potter for my third time, and what I have to write is this – Harry Potter is amazing and J.K. Rowling is the best author that has ever walked this earth and she is also an utter GENIUS. If you haven’t yet read this COMPLETELY BRILLIANT series – you are absolutely crazy and don’t know anything about good literature.

– Brooke

The Map from the Little Old Chap

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I know about the map
from the little old chap.

It was in his sack of burlap
sitting on his kneecap.

Yes, I know about the map
from that dear old chap.

He wore a baseball cap,
and he gave his knee a slap.

“You there, take this map!”
he gave me a tap.

What could I do but take the map?
The man had already begun his nap.

So I set off with my road map
and ran into a mishap.

Someone else made to kidnap
my map from the little old chap!

Luckily this man was handicap,
and he finally gave back my map.

Off again was I in a snap.
Down the road I went, with my scrap of a map.

A Journey of a Thousand Miles

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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” – Chinese Proverb

There’s a path we all must follow
it’s a challenge to find
so look inside
yourself, and wonder
how can I find mine?

These paths are interwoven
crisscrossed at every step
everyone we meet
is ready
to bring on the heat.

One step at a time we wander
be careful not to stray
down the darker path
temptation will surely lay.

One foot in front of the other
find footholds here and there
look around and you will see
others also stumbling
everywhere.

You’re not alone in the journey
for He is holding your hand
like a guide He leads you
leaving footprints
in the sand.

Lights are shining up ahead
there’s light at the end of the tunnel…
when the path of life is over,
and you’ve emerged victorious forever,
you’ll know you didn’t crumble.