The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day

turns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.
None of your blustering entrances
or exits, doors swinging wildly
on their hinges, or your huge unconscious
sighs when you read something sad,
like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,
where he traveled after Clover died.

Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
with their black and secret centers
lie shattered on the lawn.

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995). 4/11/2016.

I am who I am
Who else would I be
I won’t change for you
So why change for me
I won’t waste my life
Being someone I can not be
Because I’m not a fake
Unwilling to break
Get used to what you see
I’m going to be me.

Kanhaiya Singh. 4/11/2016.

I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it was so cold everyone else would be tucked away inside trying to stay warm. I would be the only one out walking, so I could look across the fields and see miles of snow without a single footprint in it. It would be completely silent -- no cars, no birds singing, no doors slamming. Just silence and snow. God, I miss snow. The stars, the moon, the wind, and blankets of pure, pristine snow.
Damien Echols, Life After Death.
3/21/2016.

I miss the snow.
I miss the sleet.
I miss the ice,
And I miss the freezing rain.
That's why I'm sad because i miss winter so much.
And I don't want this to happen ever again.
But don't worry, I'll be happy when the next winter season comes back again in New England's history.

Anonymous. 10/4/2016.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

Elie Wiesel. 4/11/2016.

They all say that rain
cleanses the soul,
Yet I don't see anyone
on a rainy stroll.

Instead they run from it,
like it's gonna bite,
It won't,
unless they're flying a kite.

Sure you may,
get a bit wet,
What's the big deal?
At least it's not sweat.

So you won't
need to shower at home,
If you like your hair,
just bring a good comb.

But remember,
it's just plain old rain,
Don't run from it,
it's all in your brain.

Anonymous. 9/2/2016.

I close my eyes
I see your face
Your eyes so bright
I’m in a daze
  
I look out the window
And there I see
You walking in the distance
Looking at me
  
I feel this feeling
And I know
That our love is special
And it will only grow
  
I step outside and walk in the rain
Wind in my face and rain on my mane
My eyes are misty and still I see
You’re beautiful face smiling at me
  
I’m singing, dancing madly in the rain
Walking, running, crazy, insane
Those who watch me, they hardly know
What’s making me happy, why my heart glows
  
They think I’m a fool, that may be true
I’m a fool in love, and I don’t have a clue
It’s raining, pouring; I don’t know where I am going
All I know is I miss you, I love you, and that’s really true.

Rahal Agiwal. 8/19/2016.

Kisses, Kisses, Kisses.
Oh, what should I do?
All I want is just one Kiss.
From a special person like you.

Brenna Copley. 2/14/2016.
❤

She is a miserable girl I've ever seen in my own life.
She is friendless and an outcast because of something that happened over the summer.
Also, she has the wrong hair, the wrong clothes, the wrong attitude and she don't have anyone to sit with because she is the only outcast and I'm not.
And she needs to get her act and a better life together before something happens again.
She even had an ex-best friend named Rachel Bruin because she is the only girl she ever met in high school and she always hate her so much.
And the only thing is that being friendless and an outcast is NOT a good thjng here jn Massachusetts and it's very unacceptable. So don't be like Melinda Sordino, be smart and be friends with someone in hjgh school because love and passion is always a #1 priority.

Anonymous. 1/23/2019.

I have a feeling
That I can comprehend
In my deepest thoughts your are
More than just a friend.

I wouldn't want to
Rush us now
As love we explore
But there's a growing love inside
That we just can't ignore.

I love the times we
Spend together. We are comfortable
And free. I think of you when we are
Alone. I think of you and me.

We have a share
Secrets to uncover. There's more
To life then we will both discover.
I love you always.

I'll love you when you're dumb,
I'll love you when you're smart,
I'll love you anyway you are,
Right from the start.

I'll love you if you're tall
I'll love you if you're short,
I'll love you if you're pretty,
Or just an ugly dork.

I'll love you if you're toothless,
I'll love you if you're blind,
Anything that's wrong with you,
To me you'll be fine.

My heart is opening up now,
Unlike it used to do,
I see the pain that's in your heart
And sometimes I feel it to.

I'll love you tomorrow,
I'll love you today,
I'll love you forever,
And forever always.

Hailey L. Sturgill. 10/12/2016.

I am glad you're mine, for you brighten up my world. It is a joy to just enjoy the time spent with my girl.
❤

eyes like God in the dirt.
and a question lingering in throat.
delicate tin hands grasp brushes firmly
while i lie on the floor by the bed.
and wish for a touch.
or a breath on the wind,
even that would sully the solitude.
worlds away,
static fills the atmosphere.

cards are counted.
bets are made.
each wager carries the weight of an oath.
and begs for indifference.
before a single megaton kiss
carries radiation through me.
settling in each bone
as my brain blood boils.
it burns my shadow into the sheets
hanging carefree from the mattress.

the wager is one.
and the tin hands are cold.
the space between worlds has diminished.
no indifference here,
despite efforts.
and cheeks become a pastel pink as i am mounted.

we wished it would stop this time,
before it started.
but wishes are for puppets.
and we are real.
especially together.

M.K. Spurlin. 3/22/2016.

On Halloween like this, i can feel some spirits around me.
And it's a scary and spooky holiday that affect us every single year.
And when it's stormy outside, i would become very evil for revenge of death.
Normally, i should become dark and lovely this time of year for Halloween.
Don't let others to find you and scare you. Just enjoy yourself with your friends without getting into so much trouble.
Because in Massachusetts, Halloween is our very scary and spooky for us to enjoy this year.

Anonymous. 10/31/2016.

On the last day of school, we will share our moments and memories together.
With all the hard work and good grades.
Especially when it's sunny outside and sometimes when it's really raining outside.
And it's a better way to show us some love and respect for the safety of our beautiful people and children here in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
Just to remember, it's almost hard to say goodbye to the Class of 2016 and as we approach into the 2016-2017 academic school year, we will learn about certain finer things around our schools in the community.
So we hope y'all to have a bold and the beautiful summer vacation!

Anomynous. 5/18/2016.

The time is near, the time is now.
2015 is coming to an grand end soon.
Our new storm is coming, and this means i can make it through the rain to embrace my memories.

Anonymous. 12/17/2015.

Pink is the color of spring flowers.
Pink is the color of the raincoat.
Pink is the color of strawberry milk.
And pink is the color of my shirt.
Everything has to do with the color of pink.
And one last thing, pink is the color of my heart that loves me.
That's why i still love pink so much because it's my favorite color of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Anonymous. 10/21/2016.

In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall's entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
They did not remember the summer blue
Or the orange of June. They did not think at all
Of the great red and bursting ball
Of the kingly sun's terror and tempest, blazing,
Once the slanting rain threw over all
The colorless curtains of the ceaseless spontaneous fall.

Delmore Schwartz. 3/22/2016.