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I Am Who I Am                                                              
​                                                                                         Sam Land, 8th

I am who I am
I am Sam
I am an American
I am Jewish, Polish, Norwegian, and more
What describes me can also describe you
I am who I am

Throughout my life there were many ups and downs
And there will still be the smiles and frowns
I am walking through an endless path
Each step I take cannot be undone
But there is always another choice
By making a path where there is none

I am living
And I must choose what to do in life
Places
Jobs
Finance
Schools
There is so much to choose
I can’t make up my mind
But that is who I am

I might be Jewish
I might be Polish
Or I am all in one
People make mistakes about me
That’s fine
People don’t know me
That’s fine
People don’t like me
That’s fine
I am who I am

​

Jellyfish​                                                                               
                                                                                      Tessa Smyth, 8th

We could reach our greatest potential
Too bad we’re human….

​Jellyfish
Jellyfish…
They just flow in the ocean
Not giving mind to the things around them
They have a goal in mind and follow it
How would life be if humans did that?
The conflict levels would lie low
And life could be enjoyed without the creed and greed
People could have peace and calm…

No brains, hearts, or blood
They do what they do with no hesitation 

Hesitation,
A result of stress and doubtfulness
A downfall of today’s society
Something that hold us all back from our futures
If we were like jellyfish,
We could reach our greatest potential
​Too bad we’re human….
​

Safety in Over
                                                                                            Anonymous

Vintage is all the rage, today
Are we scared of the future? 
Our nostalgia is for a past that wasn’t ours; 
Only of our parents and theirs. 
We didn’t live it, it’s done. 
Its uncertainties are resolved. 
We cling to the times that are worry-free, 
Not “will it be?”

Bugs
                                                                                            Anonymous

I’ve got an irrational fear of
bugs. 
I see one crawling next to me I feel like they’re 
all over me.
I get paranoid and grossed out, 
until I remind myself 
that they can’t hurt me. 
Then I just feel 
dumb.

Ode to Food
                                                                                      Eliana Chait, 6th

Oh food,
so many different varieties of you
sweet, sour, crispy, soft,
Food is a need in any sort of activity.
 
Ice cream is a form of food
For the people who need a cool off,
In the form of a cold and sweet food
 
The veggie of the century…
The food that can be fried, baked, boiled, or more…
For any sort of occasion…
It's the Potato being mashed or more!
 
Pickles taste best in cucumbers
Being half-sour, sour, dill, or more
The pickle rocks its look,
While tasting great too.
 
Those are just some of the great foods in the world
And if you want to be a food rater now, 
Then I don't blame you because it is a great thing in the world
For all food and mankind around (but mostly mankind)!

Burnt Up
                                                                                               Tessa Smyth, 8th

​I awake in my bed
After a long night of staring,
Staring into the the pitch black darkness
Contemplating the meaning of everything and anything
I was exhausted and worn
Burnt Up

I reached into the depths of my mind
Finding the the closed jar on the coffee table,
The one with the day old milk, with a light splash of coffee
I reach in, 
With my imaginary hand,
Pulling out the smile,
The one showing many more teeth than I would normally like,
I plaster it on my face, not wanting to show my true emotions,
It would show how I truly felt,
Burnt Up

I plug my earbuds into my ears,
The ones in need of a nice, long scrubbing,
I like music
It helps relax me, and take me away from the world
There is a lyric in one of Lana Del Ray’s songs;
“But I wish I was dead”
I shouldn’t relate to it, but I can’t help not to
It was how I felt
How I always seem to feel
Burnt Up
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