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Mercy By Marta C Ayele

Mercy: feel it in your bones, As it rushes through your veins. Feel it in your hands, As it gently caress you.

It fills your eyes and mind, With thoughts of bright, soft light.

Taste it on your lips and tongue, The taste of warmth and happiness.

Let it fill your nostrils with the scents of Life, Of the rain or warmth of the earth.

Listen to the sweet music, Like a soft, tender lullaby. Let Mercy surround you, in its gentle embrace, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Until it fill you.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Vengeance <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">By Marta C Ayele

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 117.0pt; tabstops: 117.0pt;">Vengeance: feel it in your bones, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As it rushes through your veins. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Feel it in your skin, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As it rages throughout you.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It fills your eyes and mind, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">With thoughts of black, cold light.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Taste it on your lips and tongue, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The taste of emptiness and pain.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Let it fill your nostrils with the scents of Death, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Of the ashes of the earth or the Cold.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Listen to the harsh music, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Like a hard, screeching siren. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Let Vengeance surround you, in its cold embrace,

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Until it fill you.

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">Victory <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">By: Zack Billingsley

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">The sweet smell of gold, decided by the slightest of margins, The feeling will never grow old; the victory is without questions. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">Some may never reach it. Most in fact will not. It’s about how you commit, and always taking the top spot. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">It cannot easily be seen; accomplishment, something you feel. Something which is not routine; happiness so great, you can’t conceal. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">The sound of the scoreboard, the roar of the crowd, the smooth, cold metal touches your chest. You see your parents and coaches, looking so proud; the taste of victory, knowing you are the best. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">Pride, Honor, Glory. All of which consume you. No medal is not in your inventory; Victory, you pushed through.

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Defeat <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">By: Zack Billingsley

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">The sound of the final horn; the screams of the opposing fans. Your heart is torn; You cover your face with your hands. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">The final score, the only thing you see. The game is over. You run for the door, avoiding all of the debris. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">No touch of the trophy or medal, defeated, you leave the dome. All you feel is the car’s petal; empty-handed, you drive home. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">The taste of defeat lingers on your tongue. It does not taste very sweet, your heart is stung. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">No smell of winning, no smell of a post-game party, no fun. You are all alone, your head is spinning. They go home with a trophy, you go home with none.

Generous By: Brianna Wirtz

Generousness looks like two families gathered together to eat a meal, seated around a large oak table.

Feels like two hands grasped together to give thanks for their food. For one night they don’t have to worry, worry about there being enough.

Sounds like children giggle at the end of the table. While their parents reminisce about past times.

Tastes like warm apple pie taken out of the oven, just in time for dessert.

Smells like a wood fireplace, burning to keep them warm on this cold Christmas night.

Selfish By: Brianna Wirtz

Selfishness looks like a wrinkled man crouched in a corner of a old grey house. In silence. All alone.

Smells like garbage that he doesn’t bother picking up. No one will come around to visit anyways.

Sounds like mice creeping around in the walls. Only coming out to find crumbs to satisfy their hunger.

Tastes like warm milk that was left out. Yet there is no one to run out to the grocery to buy new.

Feels bitter cold. Because there is company to make the house feel like a home.

Hope By: Josh Ayers

Hope smells like fresh bread when arriving home late from work. Wafting into the nose like a crisp leaf. The smell of fresh plants after a long harsh winter On the very first day of spring.

Hope looks like the American Flag Waving in the distance to Sir Francis Scott Key. Hope is the image of a shuttle blasting off Into the sky towards the moon

Hope feels like a warm house after shoveling driveway, Or the warm hot chocolate as it hits your mouth.

Hope tastes like a can of Popeye’s spinach, The sweet taste turning into infinite strength. Hope tastes like the freshly grown tomatoes in your Garden after hard work growing them.

Hope sounds like ceasing of a fire alarm, The annoying pitch gone and still ringing in your ears. Yet you hear it no more which means the building is safe.

Despair By: Josh Ayers

Despair smells like the rotting of an old pine tree, Slowly being eaten away by insects. Insects chewing and chewing on the much

Older pine but it cannot do anything to protect itself..

Despair looks like the faces of war victims, Realizing they have lost everything they loved. Expecting their hope to pull through, But ending in despair.

Despair feels like when you are running to the mailbox And your sock lands in an ice cold puddle of water.

Despair is the rotten taste of a bad apple. Biting into it expecting a marvelous taste. But instead you receive a disappointing shock Of poor taste.

Despair sounds like the firing of machine guns in the distance, when you know your people are the victim. Hearing the bullets, but knowing you are not in control of your own fate.

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> **<span style="font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif'; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">HONOR ** <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">By Stephen Husk

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Honor like a lion <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Looking out across the savannah <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Like the sun beating down <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Highlighting its glorious mane

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Honor sounds like the waves <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Crashing against the shore <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Like the low rumble of thunder <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> And the light patter of rain

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Honor Smells of leather and pine <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> A fire and smoke <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> A deep sniff of a strong soup <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> With no onions

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Honor tastes like warm bread <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> It is simple but filling <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Satisfying to the stomache <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> And the mind

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> Honor feels like the warmth of the sun <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> On your back <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> And the cool breeze of the river <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"> On your face

** Pain **

** By: Ryan Rutherford **

The taste of bitter With hints of copper Bite the bullet Teeth grinding

Smells like blood and tears A salty sting The air is gone Drowning on land

Feels like knives cutting Body clenching Nerves throbbing Skin crawling

Looks like others ahead of you The sight of pins to the eye Everything burning Smoke watering the eyes

Sounds like nails on a chalkboard Limbs constantly breaking Curses uttered over and over Never silent

** Pleasure ** By: Ryan Rutherford

Tastes like freshly picked cherries A fluff of tasty goodness Honey without the bees The hunger is answered

Smells like a field blossoms Freshly baked cookies The sweet minty breeze That fills the nostrils

Feels like a massage of the ages The sensation of the heavens The euphoria to behold Pure and smooth

Looks like a golden palace The sight of a new day to unfold To see all wishes granted The smile of their face

Sounds like a joyful voice calling to you Their gratefulness is clear The time has come to disappear Silence

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: right;">Innocence like White Wedding Dresses <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">By: Kelsey Williams

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Intrigues my senses, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Making my eyes see faith.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Striking up from youth, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Making my ears ring ignorance.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">In such blindness, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Making my hands feel tolerance.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">With new food on my dishes, Innocence, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Making my mouth taste satisfaction.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">The steam from such dishes, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;">Making my nose sense determination.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Sin like Red Cocktail Dresses <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">By: Kelsey Williams

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Intrigues my senses, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Making my eyes notice neediness.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Burning from experience, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Making my ears hear thrill.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">In such knowledge, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Making my hands puppeteer chaos.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">With new food on my dishes, Sin, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Making my mouth tingle with Jealousy.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The simmer from such dishes, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Making my nose waft power.

** Courage ** By Alexandra Walch

On his knees, Smelling the red rubber track While it baked in the sun.

He tasted dust Mixing with salty tears.

The crowds cheered wildly for him, Louder than they had for the winner. He got up and ran again… Alone.

With each limping step, A bullet shot through his leg. The sun beat hot on his skin. His head pounded.

A strong man Holding onto his father. Tears streaming down his face. Crossing the finish line of his broken dream, Even though it would have been easier to quit.

Derek Redmond – Barcelona, Summer 1992

** Cowardice ** By Alexandra Walch

Pressing her prize to her lips, Smelling the new, shiny medal That would never belong to her.

She tasted nervous sweat Rolling down her face.

The crowds cheered wildly for her Because they didn’t know That inside her head a voice yelled, “Cheater!”

With each powerful stride Her head had ached. The sun had beat hot on her skin And she knew this speed wasn’t hers.

A strong woman, Her dream achieved, But as what cost? She feared failure, And now she can never overcome it.

Marion Jones - Sydney, Summer 2000

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">Calm <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: center;">By: Mia Hartung <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Feeling a cool breeze with the sun shining down. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Sitting in cool water, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Squishing the sand between toes. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Remembering the feel of Teddy Bear.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You see kids running along the beach. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Kites flying high above them, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Without a cloud in the sky. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Calm waves in the distance of the ocean.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hearing the calm waves hitting each other <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Is interrupted by a different sound. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Soft rain is now hitting against the water. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No thunder or lighting sounds with it. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Just the rain to cool off the hot summer day.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The smell of the salt water finally went away. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now the only smell in the air is the fresh rain.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Running from the shelter to enjoy the rain. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Tongue stuck out to catch as many drops as possible. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">It is not as tasteful as a glass of fresh water though.

<span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: center;">Rage <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: center;">By: Mia Hartung <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Hot inside from head to toe. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Can’t sit for it is too hot, <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Hot as larva from a volcano, <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Feeling where the body should go <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"> <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Not running down a beach, but a dark alley. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Leaving larva light up foot prints behind you. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">No moon in the sky above, <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Just thunder clouds waiting to explode. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"> <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Thunder & lightning now crashing against each other. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Should be scared of the sound, but far from it. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Hearing only the crackling of fire, <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">You wish to put them into this very day. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">The sound is not as bad as the smell. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"> <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Smell of rotting flesh above the fire. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">To others is gross, but to you victory. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"> <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Charcoal in the mouth of each person that did harm. <span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; text-align: right;">Biting into an onion, thinking it was caramel apple. Trust By: Hannah Griffin The belief given With the faith shown in your heart Acceptance that’s revealed A hope for commitment The confidence in your voice And the joy of assurance With no lies to question A smooth surface Able to touch The feeling of honesty That’s not a sharp object A sweet positivity Filling my mouth Delicious after taste To continue on for more The smell of a strong fragrance Sprayed within the air That brings sureness To gain your trust Doubt By: Hannah Griffin A road block of suspicion The unhappiness filling a face The skepticism of your attitude And the view of a mystery Loud ringing of disbelief The disillusion in your voice Beginning to question Your lies that swim through my ears A piercing pain in my heart A rough patch of surface To pass on your trust Down the long rollercoaster of life A sour uncertainty With a tangy after taste That can’t escape my mouth Only through words An awful odor Left with an unpleasant smell A scent of concern Making me wonder <span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 20.0pt;">Success <span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">By: Emily Clay <span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A sweet victory; <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Mud and grass defined on the uniform. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The odor of sweat fills the air. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The effect of freshly folded laundry has on the accomplished mother. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The smell of a warm pizza shop embraces the team as they enter after their defeat. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s your well deserved trip to the ice cream parlor; <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The cherry on top of a sundae. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The players each reap the benefits of no longer having to abide by a healthy diet. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Excessive eating takes place. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One by one every stomach is full. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Screaming fans identify your name. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They call out to you looking for a response. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">You yell with all your might, <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But you cannot be heard. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blow horns being exhausted envelop your voice with ease. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Your teammates huddle around you; <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One by one jumping up and down. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They embrace you with enthusiasm. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The crowd begins to spill over the fence. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The mass of people could not be obtained. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The reward is a five foot tall trophy, <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Wrapped in shining gold. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It reads: First Place. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Each player receives a blue medal. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It hangs down from their neck to chest. <span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 20.0pt;">Success <span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">By: Emily Clay <span style="font-family: "Arial Rounded MT Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A sweet victory; <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Mud and grass defined on the uniform. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The odor of sweat fills the air. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The effect of freshly folded laundry has on the accomplished mother. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The smell of a warm pizza shop embraces the team as they enter after their defeat. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It’s your well deserved trip to the ice cream parlor; <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The cherry on top of a sundae. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The players each reap the benefits of no longer having to abide by a healthy diet. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Excessive eating takes place. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One by one every stomach is full. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Screaming fans identify your name. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They call out to you looking for a response. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">You yell with all your might, <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But you cannot be heard. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blow horns being exhausted envelop your voice with ease. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Your teammates huddle around you; <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One by one jumping up and down. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They embrace you with enthusiasm. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The crowd begins to spill over the fence. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The mass of people could not be obtained. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The reward is a five foot tall trophy, <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Wrapped in shining gold. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It reads: First Place. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Each player receives a blue medal. <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It hangs down from their neck to chest.

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