The Girl Who Stared Back At Me

The Girl who Stared Back at Me

Ella Bianco is in 7th grade and likes to paint, draw, and study psychology and physics. She also runs track and XC and lives with her parents, little sister, and dog in New Jersey. She has run into more things and injured herself more times than she can count on both hands.

Muscles, a Fish

there’s always a wrinkle in water
flashing dashing round and round
hopes of friendship like colored flakes
r g y g b
e r  e  r  r
d e  l   e  o
e  l   y w
n  o      n
w

he sees this as another day of social studies
I see him as another friend
one I hope will last forever
a fish is a fish no matter if it’s loved
or not

our friends have left us wondering
how life will turn out after
the ones
you left
are gone

facts of life are harder to think about than Social Studies
I sat quiet no sound,no sun.
just whiteplates ,fast and still.
falling through peace like leaves in winter.

Landing into soft undercoat of summer air
whispering gently, words of silence
shining crystals melt into late autumn.

Falling slow around springs grass
soft as the past that just left
left me wandering in time,alone
with no sound,but sunlight.

 

Erez is a ten-year-old student in C. W. Henry’s 4th grade GS program. He loves to play golf (when it’s warmer), and made the Roxborough Y swim team. Erez lives mostly with his mom, but he writes poetry with his dad. He has a four-year-old sister, Rebecca.

Taxes

I am a cowering cat
I am a man paying taxes
I am the iPad clicking
I am the lone goose
Flying home

 

Victor Ginsberg is a twelve-year old writer. He studies creative writing at the “Teen Lit Magazine” workshop at the Musehouse Literary Arts Center in Germantown (www.musehousecenter.com).

Where I’m Really From

I am from Albania, where large land lies between houses.
I am from the warm country of beauty and peace.
I am from a place with big mountains and lakes, a place where kids explore and hunt.
I am from my family and friends and love.
I am from the country that loves soccer, camping, and home cooked meals.
I am from a place where kids run home to the amazing smell of homemade bread that
reaches the mountains.
I am from a place of dance, laughter, peace, family, and warm welcomes.
I am from a place I call home.

 

Anxhela Zere is in 9th grade at Adaire HS in the fall. Anxhela wrote this poem at the PSJr writing workshop at the Tacony branch of the Free Library.