Red

AM

Red is a rose on Valentine’s Day
A sweet autumn apple
Or a splendid sunset
Ending the perfect day.

Red is fire, a passionate blaze
Or smoldering destruction
Devastating, consuming
Everything in its path.

Red are Christmas baubles
Draped upon a tree
Twenty-six hearts and diamonds
To a deck.

Red is rage, burning fury,
A bull charging the toreador
Consuming wrath that clouds your mind
As well as your sight.

Red is gentle, careful love,
A colored heart adorning a card
The first time your elbows accidentally bump
And a shy kiss under the stars.

Metal

Torrid

Anonymous

We’re spinning, whirling, spiraling,
like an amusement park ride,
never-ending, I can’t get off,
I can’t get over you,
I can’t get around you,
not that I want to.

I’d much rather stay right here,
in front of you,
obvious.

I’d prefer to let you,
brighten up my world,
shaming the sun in your brilliance,
have you warm me,
in that ineffable way that you do.

Maybe this is selfish,
it’s certainly sinful,
but, somehow, when your smile,
sets my soul ablaze,
throwing everything else into,
imperceptible shadow,
I can’t bring myself to care.

Boats

An Ache

(anonymous)

It’s a feeling unlike

any other

a pain, need, want, all

in one.

It’s a burning, turning

in my core,

my heart, stomach,

down to my knees,

rising into my throat.

It rises to my eyes,

prickling, burning

there.

It escapes my throat,

my eyes,

but burns still

throughout me

an everlasting

ache

House

Bobble Head Art from Ms. Finn's class