7th Grade: I Am

I am torn between worlds with music always with me no matter where I go.
I wonder what time is and how I should use it in the future.
I hear nature saying that she does not want humans here,
I see the horrific, terrifying mark of war everywhere I turn to.
I want magic to come to the world to restore peace between beings.
I am torn between worlds with music always with me no matter where I go.

I pretend I am a knight of the peaceful realms of Tortall.
I feel the razor-sharp edges of dragon scales under my fingertips.
I touch my world that is dry and dead.
I worry what might become of the world that holds
my physical shell that is my body.
I smile up at the elves' cheery faces as they sing greenery to take form of their shelter.
I am torn between worlds with music always with me no matter where I go.

I understand that not many people place their trust that magic will come, but I do.
I say that no child should be burdened with a life full of work and death.
I dream that dragons, elves, and dwarves alike will come and help us with our lives
that are shadowed by war and death.
I try to bring many people into the worlds that I enjoy, to take them away from all
the war, death and destruction that awaits them back home.
I hope that somehow, someday, we will live in peace.
I am torn between worlds with music always with me no matter where I go.

8th Grade: I Am

I am a reader who loves Turkish baklava.
I wonder when humans will die out,
and what they will leave behind.
I hear the Dark God knocking on everyone's door but mine.
I see the destruction from humans.
I want to explore the whole world,
and then settle down wherever I want to.
I am a reader who loves Turkish baklava.


I pretend to live in the lands of Tortal and Emelan.
I feel the burning sands of the Bazhir Desert.
I touch vines as they twine themselves around my hand.
I worry about spidrens, hurrocks, and tauroses.
I cry when I return to this world,
with all its pain and death.
I am a reader who loves Turkish baklava.

I understand that all things must end, except tim.
I say non of my true feelings,
unless I force myself.
I dream that I will beat my father and old teacher at organ playing.
I try to be the best friend that can be.
I hope that I can always find happiness in my life.
I am a reader who loves Turkish baklava.

Symphony Orchestra at Percy Julian Middle School

Symbols
Yelling complaints
Music
Play
High notes
Orchestra pit
Noise
Yipping like cowboys

Overture
Repeat sign
Concert night
Hearing aids needed
Enthusiasm
Sound
Time
Rehearsal
A.M. meetings

Searching

Will I ever find,
the perfect someone for me?

Will my someone be a man,
kind and caring?

Will my someone be a woman,
strong in sense and spirit?

Will my someone be what I do,
digging or developing democracy?

Will my someone be an animal,
a dog, dove, or doe?

Will my someone be nature,
every evergreen and emerald?

Will my someone be part of the spiritual world,
a sprite or spirit?

Or will I take this question to the grave, where I will always wonder...

Is there someone for me?