First Place
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350z Her engine is small but powerful, She is eager for freedom, Feeling the steering wheel, The raw power, Ready to be released. Clutch in, She goes into 1st, Ready to go, She is impatient, As she rolls forward, I accelerate, Her engine roars, She speeds up, 10, 15, 20, She starts to strain, Begging for 2nd gear. Clutch in, She goes into 2nd, I drop the accelerator, 25, 30, 35, The RPMs surge, Redline approaches. Clutch in, She goes into 3rd, 35, 40, 45, Starting to strain, Ready for more. Clutch in, Hand on the stick, One push down, She wails with pain, She jumped, 3rd to 1st, She can take no more, She stalls. Sitting in the 350z, I take a moment, Deep Breath, I start her up, She is ready, For another run. |
Second Place
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You see some flowers here and there, Shopping with friends on the square. The warm breeze against your face feels so nice, Hey! I’ll take a lemonade with extra ice. The sun is hot, blazing down, You watch the buzzing bees fly around. “School’s out!” They scream and shout, “No more projects we have to learn about!” The leaves are yellow, red, and brown, The wind I hear makes so much sound. The air is oh so crisp and cool, Yet here I am stuck in school. The birds are gone, the world is white. There’s not an insect to see in sight. The ground is thick filled with sleet, I can barely feel my feet. |
Third Place
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I am tired and sore, Beaten to the floor, Rumored to be a “whore”. Sometimes I wonder, Can I take anymore? I dream of being somebody, Someone more than bruises, More than a coward, More than my dad. |
Honorable Mention
Corey Jenrette "Bullet" |
Bullets are like half an inch of death they soar through the sky they penetrate the skin causing liters of blood to spill something so small can cause tragedy after tragedy people sob for days caskets are buried day after day people suffer from something as big as your front tooth |