Dead Garden

 the sad, depressed flower

 stares down to the ground.

 ashamed of his past

 he bows his head down.

 he wants to forget

 he wants to move on.

 they want to remember

 they're fine where they are

 the flowers know

 he cannot win

 he has committed such sins

 the rest feel his sorrow

 the rest feel his pain

 they begin to decay

 they're filled with his shame

 they all understand

 just how the flower feels

 the lovely, bright garden

 becomes a weed-covered field

BY: Brianna Mastamatteo

Sour old seniors

 sour old seniors

 in wheelchairs and diapers

 those cranky old seniors

 I wish they were nicer

 they eat, they sleep

 they rant and they rave

 about how we'll miss them

 when they're in their graves

 they say we ignore them

 and maybe we do.

 but the more you whine

 the less we like you!

 so be quiet you seniors

 keep your teeth on your gums

 we'll pay you a visit

 even though you called us lazy bums

 but we do have a condition

 one you must meet

please sit down and shut up

don't get off your feet!

BY: Ben Hayward

 A terrible thing called war

 innocent souls

 drowning in the sea

 I pray that one day

 they will all be free

 their lives were torn apart

 by a terrible thing called war

 their eyes are filled with sadness

 they never smile anymore

 war will solve nothing

 it can only make things worse

 like never waking up from a terrible nightmare

 war is a curse

 many people live

 their lives in despair

 all because of war

 it doesn't seem fair

 we are all affected

 by fighting the hate

 some more than others

 many won't escape their fate

 if only the world would realize

 all the harm that we've done

 why can't we just say no

 to hurting every one?

BY: Kristina Rowell