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by Talia M., 7th Grade

Identity is the mask we plaster on our faces, the words we speak, the clothing we wear. It is what we bind to ourselves, to other people’s memories. What we are remembered by, the things small or big that define us.

Eventually those things will fade away, as do our identity, our legacies. New people and new ideas will come along, and then all of our marks will blend and smudge together. These blending, smudges, the markings, will all become a massive tapestry of history. This tapestry will rub away until it is beaten and weathered to dust, the many stories to great a weight, causing a collapse.

Although soon the tapestry will rise again, born again with new things to tell. And every little mark on that tapestry will be so small and seemly insignificant that you might not even notice it. But within that tiny, tiny little space is generations of families, friends, of life. People that have lived, dreamed, died. That long for their story to transcend time.

File:TapestryPalacioCV2.JPGAnd it does, because the tapestry would not be as large and colorful for not the thousands of markings.  Some of these may shine brighter than most when they became somebody. A president, author, poet, dancer, actor, actress. Maybe yours will shine like that, or it will be so inexplicitly normal that it would seem to never exist. But every little part is important, because although the world may not see you, friends, parents, mentors will. Your legacy will live on through that.

It might seem impossible, that out of so many people you are important. But you have to dream so big it seems impossible, and then go do it. You have to push yourself to the brink of your darkest moments. You have to make your life count, because you only get one chance to live. Make yourself shine so bright that the whole world cannot ignore you. And with time, we all will become something magnificent. A tapestry so rich, vibrant and beautiful.

We will be remembered.

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A Response to John Donne’s “No Man is an Island”

by Willy D., 8th Grade

No man is a bagel
all made of wheat
bagels have no eyes
bagels can’t tell lies
and have no feet

No bagel you’ll meet
has ever stole a dollar
or a thousand or two
from the bank down the street
like us people do

A bagel is tasty
as long as it’s smothered
with a very thick layer
with some condiment or another
like a creamy white cover

I like all my bagels
with some kind of addition
like chocolate or raisins
lain out with precision
inside of its breading
where my mouth is heading

People aren’t like bagels
you can’t cut inside them
with a small plastic knife
and see what comprises them

You can’t take a life
and put cream cheese inside of it
you can’t take a man apart
and look at his heart
and see what resides in it
like a raisin or poppy seed
no one’s that easy to read.
Or at least I hope so.

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-by Grace T., 8th Grade

Kelstar’s Riddle: “Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?”

Time is the Wheel that turns.
And also the Track which the Wheel leaves behind.
The Wheel is never present;

It does not falter, does not waver, does not cease.
It does not stop in its forward venture
To see what it leaves in its wake.
Unstopping, unstoppable, the Wheel pushes on.
It strives to reach the future.

The Wheel of Time creates life.
Devours life.

Builds mountains.
Tears them down.

The Wheel is the whisper of softest memory
The lullaby of birth
The grinding scream of death.

The Wheel dances in the laughter of a child,
Smiles through the wise eyes of age.

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The Track is both history
And that which is beyond.
It is the path of the past,
And the foretelling of the future.

The Track began before the Wheel,
And forever stretches on.
It is that which remains unseen
And yet, is seen by all.

The Track is the howl of a lone wolf,
Traveling through the years,
To bridge the present with the raw beginnings of life
In the primitive age when wolves ran free.

Time is the Wheel that turns.
And also the Track that it leaves behind.

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