the sun still burns hot
a thrifted wool Pendleton
young death by heat stroke
-Lisa Lupe
a thrifted wool Pendleton
young death by heat stroke
-Lisa Lupe
My name is Sarah
And I hate mascara
It gets in my eye
And I want to cry
-Sarah Ayubi
And I hate mascara
It gets in my eye
And I want to cry
-Sarah Ayubi
School is not my thing
Sitting, listening, homework
I wish I was home
-Case Stallings
Sitting, listening, homework
I wish I was home
-Case Stallings
Iowa he wears
Comes from the underwood-life
Two of them in class
-Ryan Shuman
Comes from the underwood-life
Two of them in class
-Ryan Shuman
With Kind hands I ride
Only hoofbeats can be heard
This horse has my heart
-Kathryn Francis
Only hoofbeats can be heard
This horse has my heart
-Kathryn Francis
My whip fom is lit
My nae nae is lit too
I dance very good
-Grant Fuller
My nae nae is lit too
I dance very good
-Grant Fuller
Flat tube of toothpaste
Bland icon of their conflicts
Just thrown out of sight
-Kendall Moffett
Bland icon of their conflicts
Just thrown out of sight
-Kendall Moffett
A gamer with gain.
English runs deep in her veins.
A reader for pain.
-Christina Terrazas
English runs deep in her veins.
A reader for pain.
-Christina Terrazas
Eric Sakmyster
Lacrosse is the game
Pizza is the way
-Unknown
Lacrosse is the game
Pizza is the way
-Unknown
Two drumsticks one drum
He escapes reality
Is Aditya
-Unknown
He escapes reality
Is Aditya
-Unknown
“Mother Nature’s Discipline”
blossoms like tumbleweeds that litter our
wilting Utopia.
we live in the city of clean cars and
dirty streets.
the only silencers are holy thunder and
lawful lightning
but plants die and rocks will weather
as the wind and rain wash us away.
-Jasmine Lander
blossoms like tumbleweeds that litter our
wilting Utopia.
we live in the city of clean cars and
dirty streets.
the only silencers are holy thunder and
lawful lightning
but plants die and rocks will weather
as the wind and rain wash us away.
-Jasmine Lander
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