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The Realizer by Sal Cento (Revised edition)
It moves swift during the night. Its aura seems to cover inanimate objects that are feared by it. This entity is not by any means a “super hero”. It goes from spot to spot never touching the land. Does this spirit help the needy? You could say that. Does this spirit give to the poor? You cannot say that. This is the Realizer. The Realizer shows people what their fate is coming to. This entity is the Ghost of Life’s Future. This is the fate of a person who waits too long to set goals.
CP by Nigel Coleman You don’t know what you see when you look at me. I might look fine, but I’m not. When I’m at school people whisper, They talk about the boy with the limp. Some kids even ask if I’m trying to be a pimp.
When you look at me, you really don’t know me. I have CP or Cerebral Palsy. When I was five and started school I had a brace on my leg. My momma told me God made me this way for a reason. My confidence speaks for itself. Look at me now!
I have CP but as you can see, it really doesn’t matter to me. There were some challenges that I faced Like riding a bike and roller skating all over the place.
Sometimes I get frustrated and I SHOUT I cry when I know I can’t do something because of IT. But I know if I can’t do something I want because of CP It’s going to make me a stronger person.
Now you know what you see when you look at me, you see a person who is okay to have CP YEAH, I HAVE CP BUT CP DON’T HAVE ME!!
The Listening Experience, by Vivian Rapacciuolo The only light is from the window I carefully choose a CD Cradling it in my hand like a jewel I press play with anticipation Then step back And the music brings euphoria
Faces, by Anne Le (written in the style of Emily Dickenson) Those faces That you can see from afar They fill the empty spaces In your fragile heart. They speak of how The world can be so much more; And how you can make a new day out of now, Even when you don’t know what you want anymore.
The Next to Normal Album, by Vivian Rapacciuolo I shut my eyes Striving to know nothing but the music I feel the beautiful orchestrations run through me Then the vocalists And the music brings euphoria The music can’t stop yet I quickly put on Hair Wanting to dance and sing I shake my head and scream the lyrics Then it hurts And the music brings euphoria The day speeds by I don’t even try slowing it Letting each album tell me a story I’m taken through every emotion imaginable Then I’m complete And the music brings euphoria
Inside My Heart by Julie Moses, PS 6 My brother can’t speak Or even understand We all must work together To lend a helping hand Sometimes he is quiet Sometimes he is loud People may be staring But still I am proud He works very hard Every minute of every day If something is wrong with him He has no words to say Sometimes he gets angry Sometimes I’m afraid But I love him so very much And I would never ever trade My brother has autism He is such a mystery Still he is always inside my heart And he means the world to me. Just Be Kind by Jackie Moses, PS 6 I try to wear a smile I hide the sadness in my mind My brother has autism Why can’t people just be kind? Some kids are in a wheelchair And others may be blind Some kids can’t read and some can’t hear Why can’t people just be kind? If only people would take the time To lend a helping hand We could learn from one another We could learn to understand If we all look deep inside our hearts I think we all would find The world would be a better place If we all would just be kind The Road by Ryan Arazi, Staten Island Academy Life is like a road, Sometimes there is traffic , And sometimes It is clear. Sometimes you get a flat tire, And sometimes, you get stopped by the police sometimes, you might just want to take it slow, even if the road is clear. But Never rush, When you rush, you crash. And you will never, Be able to fix it. I am who I am by Joneise McCrae, Curtis High School I am who I am The mirror will smile today All masks put aside I thought I should hide But, it takes a dream to find Gold inside my eyes I am a dreamer Dare to be a believer Pursue who you are Can you fathom pain? Life is such a fragile game But who cares, take risk Closing out the rain Be who you are without shame I am who I am My Black Rose by Danielle Daniels, McKee High School My rose symbolizes my pain So you are the soil, my foundation The reason I am who I am today I wasn’t much when we first met But, being in your presence made me blossom. You didn’t give me the attention I needed So, I started to lose color and die Now, I’m nothing but a black rose. No emotions, no way of speaking, and now, no place of comfort. With you was where I needed to be. But, I guess everything doesn’t work out for the best. My Five Senses at the Stables! By Esme Ng, 2nd Grade I hear horses I see sheep dogs I smell hay I taste snacks that my mom packs I touch my horse’s hair |