Airplane You give me the feeling of when I was little, playing the airplane game Where someone would hold you by your hands and you would lay across their knees. You would pretend to be an airplane, and then they would pretend to crash. You would beg for them to do it again. I’m your… [Read more…]
November 19, 2010 by Mr. Sheehy
Pencil Gliding across the paper Glistening with care scratching and patching and catching the words putting to order the letters so neat the thoughts it writes cannot be beat slaying and playing and saying the meanings till the end draws near sentences that can be unclear. By: Kayla Deranleau
November 12, 2010 by Mr. Sheehy
Life Like an empty paper waiting to be filled, Like an empty shoe waiting to be worn, Like an empty canyon gasping for water, Is my life beginning its journey. by: Kim Lucas
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September 16, 2011 by Mr. Sheehy
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