Family to Me
Family to Me by Keoni Barco Family has always taught me that we all are different and have different cultures. It's good to have different cultures, don't be ashamed of how you look or act because we are all the same,…
Kawaihae
Hawaiian Homes, Kawaihae By: Azariah Javillonar It all starts as you go up the red hill at the intersection at Akoni Pule Highway and Kalo’olo’o Drive. The Pacific Ocean is virtually my front yard. The fragrance of the salty mist is…
Damn Kids!
Damn Kids! by J.B. damn kids, acting dumb again, i'm taking away your phones again. hows JB laughing at his braddahs. i just told maka that working at burger king isnt gonna get you anywhere in life and she…
Just Try
Just Try by Isaiah Salvador I was always told that trying and failing is better than not trying at all I'd rather take 100 free throws and miss 15 than than shoot 15 and miss zero fail…
People
People by Mitchell Canniff people people say they’ve changed what they mean is they want to change you people how they try how they try to make it their way, changing your way people they try,…
Poetry is…
Poetry is..... by Grace Akau Poetry is a maze full of traps and secret corridors, one of those places that no one ever escapes Poetry is a safe haven, one of those silly little comfort zones where people can let…
After 12 a.m.
After 12 a.m. By Aliyah Page It's past midnight, the building was empty, like a ghost town but in a building. The pizzeria was engulfed in nothing but darkness. The only light is the light illuminating my tiny office, and the rectangular tablet that…
Grow
Grow by Kyle Seymour-Wilson As a tree , you would be Need a lot of water, to get strong You will always or never be so wrong Trees are free, out in the open You will need food But why If…
Kohala
Kohala, My Home by Elijah Johnson You stand and gaze upon Kohala The beautiful landscape filled with deep valleys full of roaring waterfalls the bright green hills filled with extraordinary life with colorful red and yellow flowers abundantly blooming swaying…
Poetry is…
Poetry is... by: Shylee Stanton Poetry is walking through a meadow of lion heads on stems. Poetry is getting hit by a car and waking up from death. Poetry is getting bit by a snake and dying slowly. Poetry is…
Wrestling Lifestyle
Wrestling Lifestyle by:Kelani Corbett Wrestling always taught me to believe in myself Wrestling got me physically and mentally tough Wrestling taught me to push myself Even when I had nothing left in the gas tank Wrestling taught me to…
The Life He Lives
by Markiese Jamar Boykin screams & debates, love that is fake, the pain has too much weight, the child fears that there life might be at stake, still no one listens & no one cares. love that is not real,…
Poetry Is…
Poetry Is... By Sofia Pfirrmann Poetry is the breath of clean air After being in a cramped room Poetry is the moon Creeping through the clouds Poetry is the clearness After a deep fog Poetry is the key To your…
Poetry Is
Poetry Is By: Nathan Sawyer Poetry is an art that can be created by anyone, and is understood differently. You don't need any resources for poetry, no paintbrushes or instruments, it costs nothing, all you need is a…
The Landscaping Man
The Landscaping Man By: Evin Gray The Landscaping Man. He cuts all the grass. He is a secretive man. Never to talk to anyone. He is planing to do something with his life. Only having this job to support his…
My Wonderful Place
My Wonderful Place By: Kylee Kamalii Behind the white, pointed fence of my house, is a green fresh smelling forest. Ahead is an opening grass trail leading further in. The forest leaves, against my face, feeling as soft as a…
In My City
In My City by Jarrod Stevens There is beauty, The mountains are green, more green than granny smith apples, they loom before me, taller than any one thing I have ever seen. In My City, Mental pressure is abundant, 'cause we…
Then We Depart
Then We Depart By: Kenya Reece It's green and tan everywhere you go Unless you go at night then you Just see the city's lights. We never hear a day without Trucks coming near. We focus on why we are…
Oh Baltimore, How So Swell
Oh Baltimore, How So Swell By: Riccardo Stoddard Oh Baltimore, how so swell Even though you're ghetto you seem well Baltimore is the best place you just can't tell Oh Baltimore, how so swell Go outside and smell the glory…
We Can’t Be Late
We Can't Be Late By. Aalyiah Matthews As Joey and I rush to Mike's Bakery, the sweat drips off his face. The wind blows and wipes the sweat away. Gotta Hurry We Cant Be Late. DownTheHillWeGoAndGo To the bakery, to…