Tahiya
By Tahiya at Central Middle School
In This Place (Written at The Spirit Corner)
By Noah C., 5th grade, at the Ink Spot There will be a big forest or like a park. It would be really cool in 10 years. The trees will be big and there will be a playground and my spot I like is on the big rock. I’m all by myself. I like […]
Renga
Constructed by Molly, Rhianon, Jeffrey, and Annie Leaves crinkle beneath me While a cool breeze greets me Following the trail I know leads to home, listening to wind, for the sound of my name Cool breaths of the wind caress my skin as fallen leaves and branches crunch beneath my feet […]
5 Directions To My School
By Rhiannon K. 1. Begin your journey at the trail of crumpled concrete made from the broken dreams of youth. 2. Turn left at the scent of broken friendships taken down by petty problems. 3. Go straight until you can almost feel the doorknobs of closets containing teenagers that aren’t. 4. Once you can […]
You Got To Do What’s Right
By Claude at Lake Erie Ink’s Digital Media Project You got to do what’s right So by livin right today We fight We fight for what’s right English, social studies, science, math You got to study right to live life The life in which you and me Can have some might You got to […]
Where I’m From
By Zoe B., 5th grade, at the Ink Spot Where I’m from. Where am I from? I could mention the love of my best friends. I could mention the tweet of the blue jays or the “you’re hot or you’re cold” of the radio or the wax of the crayons on my fingers possibly […]
I Come From
By Jainese at the Ink Spot I come from pickles and fried chicken. Sometimes cheesecake. I come from arts and crafts. I come from a funny phrase, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.” I come from a world, and its weather is okay. I come from a place where we always say a prayer […]
Hands Poem
By Sylvia S. at the Ink Spot My hand holds others thoughts and feelings. My hand holds a piece of everything. It holds onto stories and hopes. My hand holds some of you too. My hand lets go of lost memories. It lets go of time. And it even lets go of you […]
House Story
By Lily at the Ink Spot I have lived through many years. I am small but strong. Many people have lived in me. Now I am only home to cobwebs, spiders, and dust.
On My Way to Fairfax
By Brandon at Fairfax School On my way to Fairfax I had to pass the country swamp. When I looked down I noticed something that looked like a over sized shoe. It thought it looked like Lebron’s clubbing shoe. As I took a closer look it was the toothless Ohio Crocodile he had a […]