Poems From Ms. Hammond’s Creative Writing Class
Memorium
By Eve Dolloff
When you are old, look back on these memories.
Look back on all the decisions you have made.
Look back at all the mistakes and regrets, as you
Will see them filled with your life and soul.
Remember all the late night adventures with
People you loved, and hated, all at the same time.
Look back on the decades of loss, and love.
Feel the same feelings as you one did.
Reflect on your emotions you felt in your youth.
Look back on your accomplishments and
Failures, as they have proved your worth
The Rollercoaster of Life
By Larisa Greenleaf
When you grow up
You can’t see anything the same anymore
Everything seems so lifeless and dull now
Like the remains of an
Abandoned theme park
All rusted and broken down
The colors dulled
And everything slowly decaying
Where all your hopes and dreams
From your childhood
Are left to rot
Where you ride the same rides
Day after day
Only this time
And you’re stuck on this painful ride
Due to your own failure
Where you either choose to run the ride until the end
Or just sit back
Watching everything collapse around you
Where after a while
You feel too nauseous
To eat the same, greasy food
Day after day
But you have to eat
Because you can’t stand the hunger anymore
Where the rules
Are laid out for you
And you choose to either
Follow them and stay
Or don’t and get kicked out
Until you are ready to
Where the halls of the Fun House
Echo the harsh words and taunts
From the voice you once thought was friendly
Where the games
No longer feel like games
But more like tasks on which you are judged
Where you have to follow the directions
Even if you don’t understand
Even if doing it your way is easier
Where even though
You’re surrounded by the ghosts of others
And you’re surrounded by so much land
You feel so alone
So isolated
Like you’re trapped in a small, locked box
With no escape
Unless someone from the outside is willing to help you out
Willing to save you from your own confinement
Where no matter where you go
In the massive theme park
The heavy feeling of dread and misery
Covers everything
Like a thick fog
It makes you wish you were a kid again
Where everything seemed so colorful and alive
But now you’re stuck
We’re all stuck
In this abandoned theme
The Air
By Alexandra Nein
The air.
Smelling like the ocean,
salty and fresh,
making my toes tingle.
The breeze,
slapping my face.
Reminding me of my past.
The waves, as I watch,
are moving too fast.
Clearing away the sand castles,
leaving nothing.
Feeling the rough sand,
beneath my feet,
and itching my toes.
The rocks scraping my feet.
Pointy and sharp.