8th Grade DIMS Authors and Scholars: 2014

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

"Queen of Needles" by Whitney

Queen of Needles

She sits upon a throne of needles,

but yet she sits quietly and painfully,

The stabs of needles through her sides are

echoed around the room.

The needles are powered by the thoughts,

"I Am Hated"

She looks back behind and sees people

panting at her like a caged animal

At the same time she is being

stabbed in the back for fun

Her thoughts are always lingering

with the scent of paranoia and

sorrow.

Her back is now seeped with the blood

of her fallen friends that only lay

to waste

Their bellies and minds are wounded

by those prickly fingers of theirs

They are not pitied.

She can't do anything but sit on her

throne of needles that all their sorrows

built. She can only compress them.

So she sat unmoving, motionless, unable

to climb out of the safety of her throne

While bullies prick her thumbs

toward Death's Way.

We walk a road of rocks and

rubble

Your feet are bruised and cut by

the sharp words of the weak

People stumble upon the Queen of the

Needles seeking refuge from the pungent

aroma of pain.

She is silent in the face of need,

unable to move upon her throne, she

just watches as another comrade falls.

The Queen looks toward the sky,

a shooting star

represents the tears

of her partners that

fell victim to the

punches and kicks

of simple words of others

She is silent,

sitting upon her throne of needles,

calls of help traveling through her back,

dripping down her sides.

"Millions" by KGM

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

A SHORT BUT MOVING PIECE FROM HANNAH

TWO BEAUTIFUL PIECES BY A STUDENT WHO HAS CHOSEN THE PSEUDONYM "ROSE."

As a young girl,
I was surrounded by hate,
Parents fighting until divorce,
It left me alone,
My family broken,
Now a teenager,
Everyone's caring and happy,
I have a step-father,
I'm no longer alone,
My family is a fixed mirror,
Though you can still see the cracks,
It's because I'm a Denny Dolphin
and I finally belong.

__________________________________________________

I've learned that my life's a song,

One of those songs that is never heard,

Because I'm too afraid to sing it,

I need someone to help me and let me be heard.

"Love is a very powerful word" by S.

Love is a very powerful word
that only some people heard.
Love can fly away like a bird
or run in a herd.
It can be forsaken,
but mostly taken.
Sometimes even hidden,
but mostly forbidden.
After, love hurts because it's as easy
as wearing a shirt.
"Love" is a powerful word
that only some people heard.