Poem Entries:

The sky is Blue,
The moon is White.
Some things aren't True,
And life isn't always Right.

When everything is quiet,
I look at the sky.
I try not to be bothered by it,
I try not to cry.

The Leaves are spinning, spinning not slow.
I know where they're heading. 
That's where I'll go.

The Halls are alive again
Alive yet soundless
Surrounded by disdain
And questions, countless.