The elements mix as
a balmy breeze
brings a fresh coat of boiling ice.
My bottle stares back
one vacant socket,
no refreshing coolant,
only a light coat of dusty grit.
All around stinging, scratched
eyes
take in
a panorama of desolation
where there is
nowhere.
Only the fiery sun remains to listen to my pleas.
I have forgotten
why I have lost myself,
raw, stripped, bare.
Inside
sand dunes morph into eager tombs,
patiently lying in wait
for my seeming demise.
Grade: 11
Silver Spring, MD
Washington, DC
My favorite author is F. Scott Fitzgerald. My favorite book is The Bible. My favorite poet is my great great uncle, Puerto Rican poet Luis Llorens Torres.
My dream for the world is one in which all human life is treated with respect and dignity. I envision a world in which there is peace between countries and all individuals’ freedoms are upheld and protected. I want a world in which each child will have a loving family and community around him or her to help them develop into moral and fulfilled human beings.
The adult that inspires me is my mother. For my whole life, she has continued to care for and love me and my sister. She has helped me to grow into the young man I am today. She is one of the wisest people I know, and I feel comfortable in coming to her with all of my problems. My mother leads me to constantly better myself and continues to guide me throughout every stage of my life.