To Whom It May Concern by Nicholas Scales

To Whom It May Concern:

I lied and said I didn’t care about you, but in reality, my heart is breaking.
I keep my emotions bottled up because I’m too afraid to let you know.
I’m a pretty nice person when you’re nice to me, but right now, I feel like there’s nothing inside of me.
I forgot my feelings for you-period.
I remember to bring my saxophone to school every day, in addition to avoiding seeing you.
It’s so hard for me.
This is hurting me inside.
I used to be a really shy person, but now I realize that you…no, I don’t care.
If you really knew me you would know, I would happily die for my friends, but for you, I don’t know.

Just letting you know how you’ve left me feeling.
Good Bye.

Don't Ever Stop Being Different by Amber Lopez

Dear Corey Taylor,

If you really knew me you would know that you’re my hero. Hearing your songs gives me the strength of a wolf. When I think of your powerful words it gives me the strength to face my biggest fear (horror movies). I write this letter in a comical disposition. I guess you could say my five-year-old mentality is kicking in. Your sound is so strong that it even affects Tyson, my Yorkie terrier. When he hears your music he jumps up and runs play and much more.

Your songs are so strong that I managed to remember over 150 of them. However I spend so much time trying to remember them that I forget to turn down the volume. I used to listen to rap, hip-hop, pop, and etc. but now I only listen to your music. Maybe one day I could send you some of grandmother’s savory roast beef. I can assure you it will be the best beef you’ve ever had. There is only one condition however; you have to promise to try to continue even without Paul Gray.

Before I close this letter, I would like to say don’t ever stop being different.

Stay (sic),
Amber Lopez

Sucks Ya Couldn't Get to the Mall by Gerson (Hersin) Gutierrez

I don’t know why your winking
Or thinking
Or processing the blinking
But my words will have me
remembered
like Abraham Lincoln.
Go sit down and drink ya
Soda while ya biting on ya
Chicken
and try to build a
boat without have it
Sinkin’.
Sucks ya couldn’t get to the mall
cuz ya gramm was sick.
Now ya gotta get to the mall
on ya pogo stick.
I’m gonna stop the row here
Now I say stop!
Flow my made freeze time
It made ya mouth drop.
And if im coming to ya house
You want to have to call the cops.
And if you downstairs
You’ll hear a ding dong or a knock
Jus wait around, and if you bored watch
the clock.
I get my words in the building
like a foot in a sock
or like a chip in a robot
or like a diseased monkey, who needs a flu shot.
So please don’t park ya car on the dock
because the car belongs in the basement 2nd floor lot.
My words will twist ya life around
You’ll wear ya shoes in ya socks!

To the Syracuse Orange Men’s Basketball Team by Shawn Dawkins

Dear Coach Boeheim
and the Syracuse Orange Men’s Basketball Team:

If you really knew me,
you would know that I love basketball.
I am a great at basketball.
I play shooting guard and small forward
I used to be tired running up and down the court,
but now I know how to pace myself.
I really don’t have secrets,
except I told my mother I took ten dollars when I didn’t.
I trust people.
On the basketball court I play my hardest.
I’m a big time defensive player.
When I’m in my zone;
I’m unguardable.

I’m always playing basketball, but
Sometimes I get candy at Nays and Pork Fried Rice on the Ave.
I forgot my basketball equipment yesterday,
had to use my gym shirt to practice in.
Coach wasn’t mad.
I still played the small forward position.
It’s good to have plays for the small forward, but you know that.
I’m at the foul line waiting for the ball to come.
I remember my first hoop.
I was practicing with my Mahwah team.
It was a foul shot.
The whole team was practicing,
and it felt so good to make it.

I’m a great basketball player, you would love my game.
I’m gonna have my head coach call you so you can see it.

Sincerely,
Shawn Dawkins

A Piece of Me in This by Matthew McDuffie

A Piece of Me in This



I don’t remember
At all in my life
I have a secret
I never think twice
It’s like a six sense to me
It’s not a crime
I have another secret
That would carry me through
The end of time
I live near Junior’s corner store
That I use to go when I was a child
I haven’t been there
In a long while
My favorite animal is a Lion
I like its roar
My favorite food is my aunt’s Lasagna
It’s as hot as the earth’s core
I am what I was created to be
Which is me
I remember what I see
Being surrounded by family
I forgot who I am
I use to be energetic
But that’s what I will always be
If you really knew me, you will know
I will always be your friend, if you come or go.

My Poem by August Richardson

Like the Gorilla; I’m all alone.
Dark voice of the Dusk, raw monotone
Here, I cite Melancholy;
Never fear the Reaper, he works for me.

Evil follows good; right after
You can’t spell slaughter without laughter.
Get to know your shadow-it’s your
only friend.
He’s silent and has your back ‘til the end.

No one can tell what you can truly do.
They’ll never see the flame that burns in you.
At the point of turning back,
You’re time is up, you, pick up the slack.

I am me by William Harris

I Am Me

I used to be shy and quiet.
I’m different now; I’m eager to meet new people
and speak my mind.
If you really knew me, you would know,
I lived in two other states besides NJ.
I still remember old friends form the past.
It’s funny that I can remember them, but
I forgot to feed my fish this morning.
I never forget my brush, though.
I carry it with me where ever I go.
My favorite food is Chicken Parmesian
From the Cheescake Factory.
My favorite animal is a husky dog.
I lied to my mom about my phone
Dying last Sunday.
Oh wait, forget that last sentence-
I am me.