Weekly poem: The Boy
![Junior Serra Lumbreras crafts her homecoming mum during Floral Design 1 from ribbon and cardboard; it's a tradition for extravagant mums to be made and worn throughout the Friday before the homecoming game. "I've never made a mum before," Lumbreras said. "It's very easy if you listen to instructions-- [after that] it's all about creativity. Homecoming is super exciting [because] once the dance is over with we look back on it and think: 'wow we did that.'"](https://lhsroar.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/homcoming_mum_sierra_lumbreras-400x600.jpg)
Alone in his thoughts. Sometimes sitting and thinking of things in black and white can be helpful.
Original poems by Austin Graham
Once there was a boy.
His body existed in our world,
But he lived on his own within his mind.
This was the world he truly existed in.
One where he could speak freely,
And without judgement.
One where he could enter the depths of his imagination.
He could dream forever and think
Deeper than the Atlantic Ocean.
One where he could completely be himself.
Sometimes it was a happy place,
Sometimes it was not.
Thank God that he was the only one with access to it.
If others saw it, what would they think?
Would they consider him a genius or a maniac?
He tried to let other people see it,
But they always had similar reactions,
Reactions of misunderstanding or non-comprehension.
Sometimes they just had no reaction.
So this boy lives on his own
Within the world inside of his mind.
My name is Austin Graham and this is my third year to be on the staff of The Roar and my second year as the Assistant Editor. I love dogs more than anything...
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