lines and rhymes fresh from the academy 2012

LINES AND RHYMES FRESH FROM THE

ACADEMY

2012

JAMES F. BYRNES FRESHMAN ACADEMY

DUNCAN, SOUTH CAROLINA

Art by Carlie Mills

LINES AND RHYMES

FRESH FROM THE ACADEMY

2011-2012

Volume 5

DEDICATED TO MS. LINDA BABB

Editors

Ms. Sue Shuping Ms. Annie White

Special Thanks to Carlie Mills

A Disney Masterpiece

By Sheyanne Barton

The castle stands tall

With the tops of towers shimmering like

Sapphire

And the bricks of its foundation as

Pristine as ivory

Countless stories of magic and

Adventure

Are engraved into every nook and

Cranny

For those dreamers and children at

Heart

Or for those who wish to return to a

Simpler time

When the hardest of life’s trials

Was deciding which adventure to go on

Next

Art by Alex Thompson

You Don’t Know Me

By Mea Abrahams

You see a blonde-haired girl Who most thinks is clumsy,

But you don’t know me.

Inside is an Einstein Who is always standing tall.

You see mirth

Coming from a smiling face, But you don’t know me.

Inside is an ache

Hiding behind my frown.

You see a graceful dancer, Spinning to the chosen music,

But you don’t know me.

Inside is a choreographer Leaping to my own steady beat.

You see a daughter, a sister, A girlfriend, a best friend, But you don’t know me.

Inside is a girl

Who is never who she sees herself as.

What you see is what he sees. What she sees.

What everybody sees.

But you don’t know me. Not a single thing about me.

Cloudy Days

By Navipret Kaur

This cold winded life

Seems to have no end.

It’s a bitter life

Filled with sorrow and pain.

I lose a lot of friends.

Some become pretty little flakes

Others become sharp iced daggers

I fall down…

And although I rise back up

When the sun is smiling

I fall again.

Drip.

Drop.

The humans..

who are not like us tiny, blue eyed droplets

They don’t know

About our treacherous life.

Those humans STOMP on us,

RUN on us,

STICK their TONGUES out to us while we are falling.

Their daggering claws hurt

Our frail faces, our teary little eyes.

I know the humans mean no harm

But harm is what they cause.

If only they could stop hurting us

With their hard feet

Stomping like a team of horses around the prairie

We could entertain those pesky little boys

Those irritable little girls

Those stressed out parents

Just take the time to listen to us

Our soothing sounds.

Can’t they give us a chance?

Pitter.

Patter.

Just sit behind the window

With your reading book and a cup of hot coffee

And I guarantee you

We will put on a show.

Watch us wash the road

With our fierce bodies

We will put on a show.

Why can’t you just give us a chance?

Art by Shea Foster

Color in My Day

By Andy Mullinax

I might be a stranger Cause I don’t know who I am

Or where I’m goin’ Cause I don’t know where I’ve been

When all was lost

When I couldn’t find my friends In the sweetest mystery You were there for me

It’s funny how we fell in love

I’m thinking about tomorrow Still dreaming about today

And before I saw you I drew life in shades of gray

Well, I’m not perfect

But no one is made to be And that’s the beauty

Cause you fit me perfectly

When all is lost You are my best friend We’re making history

With the sweetest memories It’s funny how we fell in love

I’m thinking about tomorrow

Still dreaming about today And before I saw you

I drew life in shades of gray Your put the color in my day.

Coming Back to Life

By Andrea Chimal

Everything is cold and dead.

No shining light.

Only silence falls around.

Dead leaves landing with no sound.

As time passes the dark fades and once again life will come.

Everything in peace.

No more sadness.

Now I live.

Running through a blue sea of flowers.

No more silence do I hear.

Hoping it would stay like this forever.

Ying and Yang

By Katlynn Rose Stancil

Rose petals fall from the skies But sadly glass shards follow Happiness and bliss last for a moment For sadness to come through tomorrow

Art by Jessica Wright

Dances in My Life

By Ashley M. Cox

Life

“Life is a stage”

and the performers are my friends

family

loved ones.

Like a caring mother

with those pretty pink laced up ballerina shoes

The swish swishing of the gentle and constant movements

always making the right steps.

Contemporary dancing is like my best friend

The person you can be yourself around

Be open and free

The sound of the carefree moves

blowing the dancer’s hair across her face.

The strict parent who’s loud and non-stop!

The clap clapping of the tap shoes are a joy to listen to

but after awhile it’s annoying to hear.

Hip-hop is the boyfriend you are in love with

He makes you laugh with his words of “Yo Dawg” and “Wassup”

Fun to be around and never a bore

But also misunderstood…

Art by Hollena Griffin

Who Am I, Who Are You ?

By Ryan Brown

Paint me blue. Paint me blue.

Me, the water, crawling over the sand.

Like the magnificent ocean stretched in our independence

Paint me during the sunset to catch my vivid reflections.

Nor night or day it won’t be the same.

I cannot stress it enough

Paint me red

Like a rose standing simple, strong, and well defined.

It suits me best.

Paint me white like the head of a bald eagle;

Fearless and bold, unrelenting to flight

All for what is right that freedom is at stake,

Needless to say,

Capture my colors as an American flag.

Paint me unique because this is me, no different to you.

Paint me and watch your canvas transform.

Paint me, paint me

Fifteen By Haley Gideon

When you are 15 You are expected to go to school You’re sometimes shunned for acting a fool Some are required to do chores Others have a habit of slamming doors Lots of 15-year olds claim to have "swagger" But honestly look like a hurricane disaster There’s the type only worried about the latest magazines And getting a boyfriend who’s at least 17 Having no clue what this life's all about When we don’t get our way, we scream and pout.

Art by Adan Alva

Haikus By Austin Marshall I am an oak tree Standing tall, strong, and mighty Over with an axe

By C’Aira Dillard Like the leaves outside I change my moods and colors I never show it

By Cassidy Whitlock Cows in the pasture Taste em in your hamburger Big, fat, and juicy !

By Lucas Chandler

As sunlight shined bright The winter air cools my bones How I pray for warmth

By Indiya Neal Drop ! Goes the raindrop It hit my head with a broom Wish the rain would stop

By Andrea Garcia In this scorching heat I love to splash in a pool And feel the coolness

By Madison Clayton

I love to run wild Across the African desert A lion I am

Art by Brandi Bailey

Wartime Lullaby

By Cody Rozier and Matt Barnette

Life has changed, it’s hard to see

It’s been different for your dad and me

The sound of war has put us all on edge

Bombs dropping off ledge after edge

Now hush, don’t cry yourself to sleep

I’ll be here if you make a peep

Go to sleep, just close your eyes

When you wake up, there will be clear skies

Don’t think of the fear and anguish here

Think of a place where the people cheer

A place that’s happy and far away

A place where the people are not far away

You’ll grow up strong, big and bold

Take control of what the world holds

You’ll live life the way that it should be

Without those fears or misery

The time has come, it’s time to sleep

Now rest your eyes, lay soft and deep

I’ll be here if you awake tonight

Now go to sleep, it’ll be all right

Hush

By Chelsea Aguilar

and Reagan Jackson

Hush my child, it’s all okay

Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe

Nestled close in my arms

I will protect you from any harm



Ignore the bombs and listen close

My voice shall give you lots of hope



The guns might fire through the night

But you are here and out of sight



Think of joys and lots of cheer

Listen here the end is near



Now you sleep peaceful tonight

You’ll wake up and all is bright

Art by Clayton Cannon

Voices in the Dark

By Sierra Martello

Voices in the dark.

They whisper to me silently.

Calling my name.

Softly.

Sweetly.

Telling me that everything’s okay.

That I’m alright.

Telling me to hold on.

To stay strong.

Eventually,

The light will come to surface.

And everything,

Will be alright.

I Was

By Regan Messenger

I was the one standing in light as I was surrounded by darkness. I was the one who stood alone while I was in a huge crowd. I was the one sitting in an overcrowded room when all I could hear was deafening silence. I was the one who laughed and smiled throughout the day and I was the one who cried late at night. I was the one that loved you and you— you were the one that got up and walked away.

Art by Lexy McCray

Untitled

By Tori Harris

It’s been six days, four hours, and two minutes.

I have to get something to eat. I have to go to

Bed, but I can’t, the burning agony.

Six days four hours and . . . 3 minutes.

I was almost killed.

Six days four hours and . . . 4 minutes ago.

. . . I was sitting in the forest , sitting and thinking,

. . . thinking about . . . Him. Then I heard it, a howl-

High and loud, then a growl, deep, low, and menacing,

I knew I had to get out of there. I stood up

And looked around, there were all around me.

I could see their eyes in the darkness, 10, 20 . . .

Maybe up to 40 . . . wolves. I walked very slowly

To one of the sides of the clearing.

Then it happened, they all jumped. . . . Two

Hit me in the side, two in the back, and I fell.

A big one stood on me, the alpha. They bit me

All over the arm, legs, and stomach. I was bleeding, heavily.

Then they stopped. The alpha barked and they

All left. A couple minutes later I got up, or

At least up enough to crawl away.

Seven days

I made it home, got into the shower, bandaged

Myself up and went to sleep.

Okay, I have let you hang for long enough

I am not normal, I am the chosen one.

The wolves chose me to be a werewolf

With them and I didn’t.

I will fight to stay human.

Art by Timothy Edge

I’m No Superman

By Alston Bruder

A cold sweat chills my spine

I can feel everyone’s eyes on me

This is not the time to think twice

This is not the time to think at all

This is the time to do

So many voices running together in my head

Getting lost in the pounding in my ears

The slave drivers screams echo through my brain

I know that if I don’t turn words into actions

I will feel the full extent of his wrath

Then I see him

Moving a million miles per hour

Like a meteor hurtling toward earth

And everyone expects me to be the Superman

That keeps the meteor from destroying everything

One wrong move

And I let everyone down

Then I start to think

Think

I’ve done it

He’s gone

The meteor has crashed

And it’s over

That’s it

I’m on my knees

Knowing what I’ve done

People tell me

It’s not my fault

But I know

I should’ve been their superman

And stopped that meteor

But it’s over

And it’s all my fault

Art by Hayden Arledge

Imaginary World

By Derek Leonard

I woke up one morning in May

For it was an awkward, unusual day

I went down the street and got some ice-cream

Then I heard a random person scream

It came from the roof of a tower

So I ran to the top during a terrible shower

Once at the top I saw a girl in fright

She said her husband was thrown, oh what a sight

Into a vortex

Just like Dr. Cortex

So I jumped in after him

I saw a strange light, it was really dim

Then I appeared in some strange world

There were cars and robots, some crazy lady

I even got to see Real Slim Shady

I went in a store

The name was Galore

Inside was cars, planes, a robot named Steve

Steve told me to follow him

He took me to his wife named Kim

She said the woman’s husband was on Mt. Corvette

Steve said let’s take my personal jet

We flew to the top

And you could see all but one tiny shop

We found the man screaming in an old shack

So Steve opened a vortex and sent us back

We were flying through the air

A million miles up, we didn’t even care

We landed in a pond, thank goodness for it

His wife was nearby and thanked me for it

She gave me ten bucks and I was on my way

Back to that awkward, unusual day

Art by Devin Camp

True or False

By Carlie Mills

A heart torn apart,

A mind that never heals,

What is the difference,

Between the fake and the real?

A truth that never lies,

And a lie that isn’t true,

What is the distinction,

Between me and you?

I am real,

You are fake,

The truth or a lie,

What difference would it make?

None at all,

In the end it doesn’t matter,

We will all go the same way,

Our souls in a tatter.

Though I am at fault,

You must believe,

The truth that is real,

Or the lie it wants to be.

Art by Shea Foster

Life

By Chelsea Thompson

My life is many things

Perfect is not one

Dull like a rusted ring

Blinding like the golden sun

It’s a midsummer night’s dream

As Shakespeare might say

It’s a working machine

No breaks, night or day

A typewriter that’s jammed

I can’t move on

Water that’s been dammed

Such a cynical con

It’s a love note that’s been dropped

Never being read

It’s a girl laying still

Awake in a stranger’s bed

My life isn’t great

But where has it gone?

I’m a lion in a crate

No more than a sleepy, contagious yawn

Tongue in the Bottle

By Ashley Lenarz I watch you kiss the bottle, Repair your drunken head. I watch you bite the tongue and the lips, Of the angry words you spread. From deep within your mind, It all seems clear and fine. Step into reality and see, It’s not alright. I’m not leaving without you this time. You need to understand. I can’t push it down, What’s inside my head. Their minds I’ve already read. Did you see? Or were you busy kissing the bottle? I watch you hold that bottle, And love it like a friend. Whom you haven’t seen in years, But who I know you’ll see again. Would you shut that door tomorrow? End all of our sorrows. Nail it shut, Or with screws. Heal all this damage between me and you. I think I’m leaving without you this time. You don’t understand. It’s pushing out, And into your head. Their minds I’ve already read. I didn’t have to ask. You didn’t bother to see. Or did you see me? When you weren’t busy? When you weren’t busy kissing the bottle.

Life

By Miky Reitz

Life is beautiful Life is ugly Life is wonderful Life is pain Life is easy Life is hard Life is help Life is hurt

Life is love Life is hope Life is cherished Life is thrown away Life is used Life is abused Life is here but not to stay Death is the end of everything

Art by Jimmy Miller

Lost Girl Samantha Fisher

I remember the children I played with all the time. I remember my parents and how happy they were. I remember that night. It was a dark night and I was home alone. My name is Stacy Blacksburg, and I was kidnapped 1 month ago and still am. I’m only 15 years old. Here’s my story….

My parents wanted to go dancing that night so I stayed home and watched some movies and curled up on my couch with my favorite blanket. It was about midnight, and I heard my parents, well I thought I did. So I looked out the driveway, but nobody was there. So I didn’t worry about it. I turned the TV off and went upstairs and went to bed. A couple hours later I woke up to a door opening. I thought maybe this time it was parents but it wasn’t. I started feeling scared, so I took my phone and tried going back to sleep. I felt hands on my face, and I said “Mom? Is that you?” I turned over and there was that man. I tried to get up with my phone, but as soon as I got up everything went blank and black.

I woke up in pain and I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone or anything but a door. I tried to get up again, but when I got up I was too dizzy and I fell and things just spun around and then went blank. I woke up again but heard something. It was somebody talking, but I only heard one voice. I looked around, and there was that man again. I asked him why I was here, but he said nothing. I started screaming for help, but that man said to be quiet and that nobody could hear me because were in the middle of nowhere. I tried to get up but the man said to sit, but I didn’t listen and ran straight for the door. I was able to go, but the man dragged me back in and locked the door. I was then alone again and scared maybe even frightened. I had nobody and nothing and no way out. There were no windows or anything. Just that locked door. The man took me and locked me in a small closet. I tried screaming for help. No response. I looked around that little closet for a way out. Then I found a vent. I looked up and tried to find my way up. I got through the vent and landed on the roof. So I jumped and ran. I ran so far I couldn’t run anymore. I started hearing voices behind me. I saw a house with lights, so I went to it and looked through the window and saw a man not too old and not young. I knocked on the door, and the man opened up.

“Can I help you?” “Sir I was kidnapped, and I’ve been running for miles and need help!” “Please come in. Hurry!” The man seemed to know what I was talking about. “Are you hungry?” The man said. “Yes sir.” I said. “Have you slept?” he asked “Only on hard ground,” I said. “You can stay here. I have a phone.” The man said I took the phone went to a room, locked it, and called the police. “911. What is your emergency?” “I need help. I’ve been kidnapped. I escaped and I’m at a man’s house. Please help!” I

cried. “Ok, help is on the way”.

“HURRY PLEASE!”

“Help is on the way.” I stayed in the room and then went downstairs. I didn’t see the man anymore. I looked

around the house, still nobody. I heard footsteps, and they sounded like the ones that kidnapped me. I went back upstairs and locked the door, then hid under the bed. Next thing I knew, the footsteps stopped and I heard a car. I looked and it was the police. I felt relieved, then ran out the door. But something stopped me. I felt big tough hands on my face. I felt like I was going to die. So instead, I kicked the man and ran. The man tried going after me, but there were loud gun shots. Everything then went quiet. I looked behind me, and the man was falling. I thought he was going to hurt me again, so I moved out the way. The police told me to take his hand and that more help was on the way. I felt safer when the policeman took me. We headed out the door and waited for others to come. I heard cars again and saw my parents. I ran to them in tears scared but happy as can be. That night I felt safe and new things would be better. I went to bed but this night there was no pain or suffering. But then there were footsteps……..

Art by Paul Phan

The Shot

The Shot

By Hunter Harris

Early morning

Ice cold air

Blades of grass covered in ice

The long walk to the stand

Beams of sunlight peak over the hill

Warmness covers me like a blanket

Animals come into the field

Does chase each other

Turkeys gobble

Crows leave their tress

The sound of my calls echoing

Waiting for the big buck.

At the last moment he comes

My heart pounding

Adrenaline pumping

My hands shaking

He pauses for a moment

I take the shot

The impact makes him leap

Down he goes

I run from the stand

To claim my prize

Sleeping Grove

By Hannah McDaniel

Spinning and twirling and dancing; Singing in a haze

A cyclone of wind A boom of safe thunder

A small grove that is sleeping With weeping willows that home the singing birds

The singing birds that make the flowers dance; The deer and rabbits in the meadow twirl;

And the sun spins. Winding branches of trees that block out the sky Tall grass that can hide and keep safe and warm

A single patch of clover for wishing A drifting feather that still flies

The white fur of an innocent rabbit, That hops through the grove with slow movements

On the wind whispers the lullaby that keeps this place sleeping A distant melody that echoes and plays over and over

Keeps the smiles on the clouds in the sky, And through the gaps in the trees,

The circling eagle is able to be seen; swooping and diving And landing on the top most branch of the tallest tree,

Puts his head under his wing and joins in the peace of the sleeping and safe grove; Burrowed under the roots of that tallest tree, a family of furred creatures is resting

Their bodies close together in the warmth of their cavern The little grove keeps one eye closed to join in the shared dream of peace,

But the other open to watch for any action To keep the grove that has no violence, still and quiescent

A bush of red flowers blooms in the morning and welts in the night But is reborn on the first ray of light that seeps through the canopy of trees

In the night, a quick fox creeps into the dark grove And digs into the brambles to make a home

The moonlight filters through the branches above in thin beams of white light As if this is a signal, the lightning bugs fly out

And the grove is lit up with streaks of yellow and white-silver

A show of brightness and simplicity As the moon dips under the horizon again,

The lightning bugs disappear into the trees and hollows of the place And the tiny creatures that sleep in the sheltered grove come out and stretch their eyes against

the sunlight They run about, heading out of their safe place, into the wilderness outside

And the Sleeping Grove, with a lullaby on the wind and canopy of winding tree branches, closes both its eyes and rests.

Art by Brandi Bailey

The Silly Little Garden Girl

By Zayla Crocker

Silly little garden girl

Dreamer of a better world

Sitting at stone fountains all day

Chatting with the stone mermaids

Listening to the water’s song

Breathing innocence all day long

Sniffling lavender and then the roses

Conducting tea parties where she’s the hostess

Dancing to an invisible tune

Sharing company with the moon

Drinking nectar pure and sweet

Lounging in a sun dazed heat

Silly little garden girl

Hidden from the honest world

But closer to it than you think

Underneath the flowers pink

And buried under roses red

Are corpses lying cold and dead

She does not even know the truth

Of what feeds her garden’s roots

She cannot fathom pain or woe

And perhaps it’s best she does not know

Spring

By Erica Martin

After the snow’s begun to melt,

and winter’s saying her goodbyes,

Spring begins to awaken.

The yellow tulips begin to blossom,

as the bulbs push through the newly softened soil.

The bees come out for pollen that will be consumed.

The animals move about,

the birds begin their harmonious songs.

Some last all night long.

The dew-filled grass is sprouting,

and the trees sprout green leaves.

Insects crawl out from places previously unseen.

The ponds stir with life,

the animals are awakening.

Summer’s preview has officially arrived.

Art by Jessica Wright

The Majesty of Colors

By Matt Barnette

Looking up from the bottom of the ocean floor, I see these orbs floating through the air. I reach

out of the water with my long tentacles and grab one of these orbs, pulling it into the deep water.

It made me see in color, for I have never seen anything that was a bright color like fire. These

things on the sand stood on two limbs, they called these things balloons. One of the smaller and

what appeared to be younger beings, floated out in the sea on some sort of circular floating

device. I wanted to know more about it so I grabbed and pulled it towards me. It was wet and felt

smooth like nothing I’ve ever seen, as it struggled in my grasp it seemed its life was draining

away, so I let it go. The creature swam to the top of the water and floated away. Should I have let

it go with the knowledge of me being down here? A high pitched tune echoed in the water. It was

one of the creatures floating devices but seemed it was being propelled on top of the water. It

scared me so I grabbed it, pulled it under and crashed it into the sea bed. The creature got away,

now I wonder what will happen next. What appeared to be a shark slowly came towards me but

it was also being propelled underwater and seemed to be made of steel. Another small object

ejected from the bottom of it and quickly came rushing towards me. It came in contact with me

and erupted into a ball of fire, my skin melted like acid from my body. Multiples of them came

flying towards and exploded one after another

I suddenly find myself awake in my bed, with the sound of the ocean in my ears and a drop of

crimson blood dripping from my nose.

Stars, Chains, All in My Mind. By Lakin Wildenstein At night, When all are asleep, I slip out of my bedroom, And into the dark. I walk down the hall,. And stop at the big wooden door, My chains are tight, Forcing me to stay indoors. I can take this no longer, I must leave, If only for a moment. I grasp the brass handle, I pull, The chains loosen, But I’m not free just yet. I can see the stars, Through the clear glass door, I pull down the handle, And the chains are no more. I am free now, I walk out onto the cool brick steps, Descend onto the lawn, And look up at the stars. They lie against the silky darkness, Beside a moon oh so bright, But in the morning I put back on the chains. A prisoner in my own mind.

Art by Lane Ryals

Subjugate

By Miguel Ramos-Lopez

Love binds and chains But no one fights it They are subdued Like any drunk Or addict Their actions have no reason People are vessels With no mind of their own, Enslaved to Love

Success

By Nathan Cohen

To me success is being able to pause your career and spend time with family and friends knowing there’s a limit to that time but simultaneously keeping in the back of your mind that procrastination is mandatory and when that limit is met and the break ends you will press play.

The Greatest Show on Earth

By Molly Boyle Maybe I belong to a circus Maybe that's my home It wouldn't be too off centered I am quite different you know I could fit in with the freaks and misfits I can blend with the big cats I would prefer my meals under a white tent And I would dream of performing under the Big Top Dream of elephants Dream of loops and hoops Dream of tigers and bears Dream of magic Dream of the top hat and cane Musky animals and stale popcorn fill the air Children yelping and animals roaring drown out my own thoughts A colorful and chaotic paradise All in one

Perfection for all the senses I would ride on a boxcar and see the excitement of the people when the circus train comes to town I find an odd sanctuary in its whimsical ways Maybe I belong to a circus Maybe that's my home Maybe Just maybe It's where I belong

Art by Paul Phan

Index of Artists and Authors

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Abrahams, Mea Aguilar, Chelsea Alva, Adan Arledge, Hayden Bailey, Brandi Barnette, Matt Barton, Sheyanne Boyle, Molly Brown, Ryan Bruder, Alston Camp, Devin Cannon, Clayton Chandler, Lucas Chimal, Andrea Clayton, Madison Cohen, Nathan Cox, Ashley Crocker, Zayla Dillard, C’Aria Edge, Timothy Fisher, Samantha Foster, Shea Garcia, Andrea Gideon, Haley Griffin, Hollena Harris, Hunter

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