Elementia childhood

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Spaghetti Boyfriend

By Emma Anderson

You were my Spaghetti boyfriend Blonde Full of spaghetti That’s all I really Know about you

You were my Only friend Bright Full of potential It’s strange how I don’t Remember you


Autobiographic Incident

By Anonymous

It was a mild day in the middle of the summer, not the type that glued your shirt to your back, but the type where the soft spoken wind whistled easy, breezy tunes if you weren’t too busy to listen. Me, being a kid, I was never busy.


Tree

By Claire Christie

The place many memories were made, where laughs echo throughout the woods. Splashes into the water below can still be heard and felt on a hot summer’s day. The rope that hangs, worn and weathered from young hands, gripping it tightly.


The End

By Michelle Chan

As children everything is pure Endless and pure As you age you notice the stars Burnt out memories light years away Only if you can see them Past your city lights and suburbs. In their memory we keep living on And amongst our betrayal and companions We grow into a wise ripe age that understands T


Just a Driveway

By Jillian Dunlay

Laughter chirps through my ears

A forever perfect

Harmony

In this imperfect world

 

Sunshine frames the chalk lines

Every colorful streak

A reflection of my friends

A reflection of myself

 


Ode to Green Twist Ties

By Audrey Beckman

At the grocery store In the days of our youth The green twist ties were the best part.

So easily entertained were we With these simple pliable toys Laughing and forming new shapes.


The War Between Kids and Adults

By Ian O’Brien

As our war rages on, I’m caught in a crossfire. One side shrieks its anthem of misguided hope. The other, facing reality’s certain dread head on. While I, a teenager caught in the midst of battle, seek refuge. The children clash swords of dispute, while adults fire bullets of truth, While both of


I Was a Kid

By Annie Barry

I was sitting in my private school, around age 8 The religion teacher said, everyone sit in a circle Don’t speak Close your eyes Raise your hand when you hear God speaking to you One by one each child raised their hand I sat Thinking I saw on tv that only crazy people hear voices in their heads *