Lunchtime At Xhs To The High School Student This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Sick at heart,

I took a walk through the spring

sunshine in your neighborhood.

The trees lined my path,

giving and giving,

with leaves that were a living green,

green that filled my blood

and only became more alive

when contrasted with the bluest sky

and the reddest bushes.

I inadvertently caught my hand

on the tiny spider's web and

watched him play on my palm.

I wanted to stack the snowball flowers

into a fortress to protect me from

coming back.

When hit by the sprinklers and the sun,

the puddles rippled into a million sparkles,

and I was rich,

for I had diamonds on my soles.



I looked down the rectangle hall with

the rectangle lights and the rectangle lockers

and the forced square tiles;

my eyes soon adjusted to the darkness.



And that's when I decided to make my own school.

Spiral, with a sunroof and

thousands of windows

so you can remember the

color of your hair in the sun.

A marble fountain in

the lunch room

with snowball flowers

all around

to remind you

that there's more to life

than rectangles,

profanity, and apathy;



to remind you

that it doesn't matter who is valedictorian

or can bench press the most

because there are diamonds to drink:

diamonds on your sole and in your soul and

all around.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Jun. 20, 2016 at 7:21 pm
Wow. Just wow.
 
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