Cortney Rasmussen, TKM Poem

Anything<3

When I choose to think of anything
I always think of you
I always think of anything
and that is all I do
when people say do anything
and tell me where to go
I let their words fly right past
to carry on the show

When anything is all you see
and all you see is death
the cold runs down you like a breeze
you take another breath
when anything comes back again
and you always feel depressed
jealousy comes back to you
and your words are all a mess

But then again if anything
I’m always there for you
and if you said you loved me
I would say I love you to
If anything is all I wrote
I’d write just how I feel
It’d be about the words you say and
and my breaths you always take

Your words to me
they mean the world as if anything I would know
and if anything was your hugs
I’d want anything everyday
I write this because of anything
you’re the one I want
and I’d choose you over anything
because you’re the one
I love

joselyn ibanez

Racism is what help kill tom Robinson

He tried to escape prison

And he started to run

He got shot down not once but seventeen times

Tom’s was clearly innocent

But being black back then was a crime

Atticus was a very good man

He try to defend tom Robinson

With an attitude of ‘’we can”

This was a great message he was trying to send

But through tom’s deathRacism won in this end

Sami Scheidell

The odd man


The world is full of anger,
the world is full of hate.
can you blame him for staying inside?
for not wanting to face it all?

even in his little town horrible things are happening.
an honest man is judged by the color of his skin.
why would he want to see that?
in this little town he once might have loved.

Every talks about him because he wont show his face.
in all of white mans equals he is still the odd man.
he has pale white skin and red eyes is what they say.
people don't trust what they cant see and they cant see him.

some days i don't want to come out.
i want to stay inside where its safe.
he doesn't want to see the evil.
he would rather deny its presence completely.

whenever he comes out some one is in need.
when scout was cold he gave her a warm blanket.
when Jem was hurt he carried him to safety
he helps and gives gifts but still people talk

boo isn't forced inside his own house,
his brother doesn't lock him in.
he stays in on his own accord.
he stays in because he wants to.

Rebecca Jones, TKM Poem

A Childs Life

She was once worried about her studies
and how she was scolded for reading.
With no knowledge of the real world,
she kept on with her life.

She was trying to figure him out
while he was right by her side.
He gets discovered.
He informs them they had better stop.

Things get more difficult.
They were excluding her.
She felt so lonely; she didn’t understand.
She took refuge under her grown friends.

She is no longer interested in him.
She has other things on her mind.
He has been trialed.
He has the heavy burden of the case.

She has seen how he has been treated.
and many other immoral things.
No longer was she innocent
for she has witnessed the terror of the world.

He is dead for trying to fulfill his dream.
He is dead for trying to kill.
They had barely escaped his dark piercing blade.
she now knows the honest truths of life

Kelsey Welcher

Mysteriousness

He’s Mysterious in a creepy way.
Always hidden in the darkness,
Who knows what he’s really up to?
Wondering if he’s rude or kind
Questions left unanswered about him.
Mysterious, and creepy
Describes Boo Radley!

He lurks in the shadows
Trying and succeeding at not making a sound.
Town pays no attention, to his mysterious ways.
Mysteriousness is a question to be answered.
Has not been seen for a long time
Wondering if he still exists.

Amazing time to come out
Saving little children… who need his help!
For Boo isn’t creepy or as mysterious.
He saved the lives of two children
And is now looked up to and should be happy.
Never will know who Boo really is or how he really feels
Maybe he will go back to his mysterious ways.

Boo can see everything
Wonder why he chooses to stay hidden?
Maybe he’s scared of the world, but who am I to blame him?
Once again questions left unanswered…
And mysteriousness is to blame.

Emily Bracken

Innocence is Bliss
An innocent little child
So brave, young and free
Walking down the summer street
Curious about the world around

Time passes as the little girl starts to grow
Her innocence and childhood starts to fade away
The scars of the past and worries of her future begin to sadly show
Growing up gets tougher we all well know

Summers of fun and playing
Keep her withering spirits high
The once innocent girl discovers evil
The warm gets colder

Life passes by

It’s hard to grow up in this day and age
When people are shooting the sweet mockingbirds
Trials that break her force her to learn
That life is constantly changing
The evil of the world starts to win the fierce battle
But in the end the mockingbirds win
For their hearts of gold shine through the dark

In this cold, cruel and selfish world
The mockingbirds’ voices are never heard
They are called cowards and treated poorly
The little girl wonders if this is how life is supposed to be

Time passes slowly, miracles happen

The child discovers the worth of a mockingbird

For a sweet mockingbird should never be killed

For all they do is bring sweet music to our ears

Daniel Archuleta TKM Poem

Insanity
You can get trapped not only by a gate
But by insanity, she’ll make you her precious mate.
An eruption from a mind is more than from a mountain
Because death is an end, insanity’s a blood fountain
It just keeps spewing ‘til it finally breaks
Then finally the longest torture leaves your life at stake
Insanity, even after victory, still wants more
Finding collapsers to make an encore
Taking one more mind, she will not stop
Silver gates crash down and you won’t see a top
One by one insanity attacks more
Cramming bodies through heavens door
She aches in heads and flows through veins
Since poison isn’t there she must replace
You can try to run but will not succeed
Because as you jump she’ll pull your feet
Past the ground and behind bars
Knowing that freedom is oh so far
Running only feeds her fuel
She’ll laugh as you run and look like a fool
The thing we breathe is not of air,
But the blood of her victims, our earth is her lair