It's that time of the year again (the best time of the year ever)! If you would like your artwork, poetry, or short story to be considered for this year's publication of Visions make sure to submit your work no later than MAY 9TH! Submission folders can be found in the library or in any of the Art and English classrooms, you can also submit your work online through the student sharedrive!
By David Long
Imaginations set free
running wild with no restrictions.
Peace and darkness cut off the senses.
The mind functions without input
from an exterior world.
Then morning comes
the eyes focus
the ears tune in
and the outside world controls you again.
Timmy and Ted
by Andrea Byron
Timmy takes his teddy Ted
Every night to his bed
When he woke with his eyes so wide
teddy Ted was not by his side
Fear and fright filled Timmy's face
poor teddy Ted was not in his place
He searched the sheets, he searched the bed
but nowhere to be found was his teddy Ted
Today Timmy took no one to school
He cried so much he could have filled a pool
He loved little Ted like his own son
there isn't a bear just like that one
He hauled off to home with a tear in his eye
but then saw his mom with a big surprise
I squeezed and I squished without an end
Because teddy Ted and I
by Pam Reid
Sing for the moment,
dance on queue,
act for the instant,
think or do.
How Far Must We Go?
by Jeff Perkins
The taunting had stopped,
for now and forever.
Hard eyes from their staring,
reflected through others.
No call from a group,
afraid to be punished.
The crowd keeps in place,
with no one surviving.
There is no solution,
when they are involved.
They had no real choice,
it had to evolve.
With the push of a button,
The taunting had stopped.
But now we must live,
the war we have fought.
Pray Thee Kind Miss
by Devin Luce
Pray thee kind Miss,
When thy amber locks turn to gray,
When they joins refuse to bend,
I pray thee remember these days,
The days we spent together,
The nights we stayed and talked.
The times our friendship weathered,
The moments our hearts did balk.
Pray thee kind Miss remember me.
For I will not forget you.
by Peter Laufenberg
Life should be calm and mello.
Like a lake before a storm
like an old movie that you've seen a million times.
Life shouldn't be rushed
like the freeway at 5:00 o'clock.
Life should be beautiful
As a golden sunrise over a mountain
like an aurora filling the dark and gloomy sky.
Life should be perky
like after sleeping an extra hour
Life should end in peace
like the fading stars at dawn.
This is Just to Say
by Nicholas R. Currier
I have eaten
that we in that wafflemaker
which were probably
as a snack
"Leggo my Eggo"
I hear you cry.
for they were warm
and sweet with butter
and oh so fattening.
by Curtis DeCotis
Swiftly a wolf moves
To take a position.
Patiently a wolf waits,
For what is time to a wolf?
A wolf moves in a pack,
With its mate and relatives.
It enjoys a free life
With only the consequences of nature.
The wolf revers the hunt
And the wisdom of others.
Ah, my spirit, you are much like this.
You try to reward yourself
By setting yourself up for gratification.
Patiently you wait for what you know will happen
For what do the minutes matter?
You join with the spirits of my family and friends
which dwell in their individual hearts.
Your enjoy an independent existence,
trying to keep yourself from society's jail.
You search for others who would share
Their wisdom with you.
The Weird Sisters
By Jonathan Partridge
Behold how nature's seasons wax and wane,
Pulled by earth, sun and moon; heaven and hell
Madness, the silvery reflection of sane,
Do hideouts, twisted, strange deeds compel.
Faeries of evil that dance on the wind,
And play havoc with moral hopes and fears;
Dangling temptation before those who've sinned.
Taunting, enticing with illusions and jeers.
Bloating, ugly, nebulous old witches
Leering at susceptible humanity,
Gleefully keeping their sisters in stitches
While reflecting the world's insanity.
Heed not the weird sisters; tis fallacy.
Harbingers of self-fulfilling prophecy.
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