HAYWIRE Issue 2 Fall 2013
Artwork by Alex Guete, 12th grade
BRAIN
MY FRIEND AUTUMN
by Clara Lindemann, 7th grade
by Mick Mehnert, 11th grade
My brain is a
machine
in which
excitement brews,
anger lives,
pain burns,
boredom rests,
dreams and wishes
rotate.
Sitting at the window
Rain pleading for entrance
Outside, a concert of wet tiptoes
Beating against the window
My brain is a
CD player,
that plays
the same phrases
nonstop.
The sun left quickly
Leaving behind the cold colorful leaves
I open the window to smell the fresh autumn air
I spread my arms and let autumn guide me through the wet
garden
My brain is a
calculator
with slight
technical issues.
The rain is cleansing me from the hot summer
I welcome autumn to my slumber.
The leaves dancing to the rhythm
See shadows of tree-like creatures
Inside the warmth is protecting
Like a warm blanket, wrapped around me
My brain is a
treasure chest,
full of diamonds
And rubies.
My brain is a
box that overflows with
knowledge,
but will still
be fed
with more.
My brain is the squishy ball
that keeps me
thinking.
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