Ode to My Mom
By: Aurora Nunez
Her yell is like a hard rock metal song that I
never liked.
Her footsteps up the stairs are as if I am going
to be killed by a serial killer.
My heart shrinks in a shape of a penny.
Her smell is like a dozen roses being smashed
on my face.
Her face looks as though she never wears
makeup, pink, like my cast
She is as fast as a slingshot being shot across
the room that goes by in a blink of an eye.
My mom is like hulk, big and vicious.
She is like music on my phone that changes
constantly,
She is like old songs I can't get rid of.
When people see her face she brightens up the
room like a full moon at night,
For her I will never give up.
Ode to My Baseball Bat
By: Steven Contreras
My baseball bat has quickness like a super car,
It swings like a park swing, smoothly.
It's powerful as the mighty Thor
It can hit faster than a rocket.
It strikes the ball so well as a pitcher painting the corners on home plate.
It can never miss its target,
Elegant as an expensive dress,
It helps me when my teammates and I need it.
When I swing, it can drop bombs to the outfield,
When I swing it, it makes me feel powerful like the gods.
A Day Spent by the Ocean
By: Victoria Morales
The ocean is like a blue blanket
It keeps the sea beneath.
The splashes of the sea foam tickle my fingertips,
The waves coming to shore numb my bare feet.
The air filled with a mixture of sand and sea that I can taste on my tongue.
I can see the sea life swimming though blue sheets that cover them.
A certain scent of fishy salt water fills my nose,
I can almost taste the smell of coconut sunscreen on my arms.
Elizabeth and Richard are throwing a Frisbee right in front of the Santa Monica Pier.
I'm thankful I can't really smell the fishy salt water,
The crashing waves are now calm so I can see what's beneath them.
I glided on top of the water with my new found wings,
The wind braided my tangled hair,
The once calm waves are now sending a huge flow my way.
Mia Rose
By: Mika Reclusado
My sister is a thorny rose
Who survives purely off Nutella.
She tastes of orange juice and wild nights,
She smells of Enchanted Wonderstruck.
Mia looks like the best thing you'll never have-
Always too good for you to even dream about.
She sounds of effortless laughter,
Her skin of expensive satin,
She sounds the way summer sun feels.
Mia is relaxed like Tehachapi,
But upbeat like San Jose.
The sweet grass of sunshine reflects off her eyes,
Flying over me and granting every wish,
She is beautiful but not to be messed with.
A Sweet Kiss
By: Ada Zhou
A piece of time, but tightly condensed.
Small as a dime, forever to sense,
By scent of by sight, with joy or with fright.
This memory of mine, will always shine.
I was still just a girl, afraid of the world.
When lips came to touch, my memory as such:
A day of norm, when school had ended,
I with this boy, whom I have friended.
Two months have passed, since declared as mines.
This moment at last, those lips so fine.
Sitting down, we both were.
He took to stand, and reached out his hand.
I knew his motives, and I got dizzy.
Instead of accepting, I said, "I'm too lazy."
He was persistent,
I was charmed by that. Although I denied him
He still came and tried. He sat down beside me,
His hands in mine. He looked me in the eyes,
When all stopped with time.
Closer he came, it was over in a flash. Our lips had touch, with the gentlest clash.
Oh such a sweet memory, this first kiss of mine. It shall always remain,
So long the sun shines.
