Grade 7

Grade 7C

Back row: Darien Salovy, Luke Viljoen, Nathan Hwindingwi, Roberto Mariano, Matthew Peacock, Alex Jankowitz 3rd row: Mbulelo Madikizela, Luke Wilson, Laird Hamilton-Brown, Preshaylan Moodley, Itumeleng Moerane, Daniel Rautenbach 2nd row: Roberto Sacerdote, David Onunda, Conor Ryan, Joshua Fynn, Khayalethu Nouse, Zach Fourie Front row: Tshiamo Modise, Danilo Giuricich, Rhonnan Bernariusz, Mr M Campbell, Nicholas Harris, Luca Tsimogiannis, Jason Schulz

Grade 7R

Back row: Chris Theorides, Remo Ferrari, Grant Spencer, Reese Hill, Mikhail Naidoo, Tyron Kaufmann, Wayne Eckstein 2nd row: Nathi Ncukana, Muhammad Moola, Connor Mc Jannet, Matthew Wilson, Ethan Nair, Jess Webber, Dev Vallabhjee, Adam Garnett, Shay Mehta Front row: Ruan Fonternel, Yuki Kuwayama, Keane Gama, Mr R Mc Iver, Atlegang Ramutla, Andrew Sharpe, Luca Moreira

Grade 7S

Back row: David Latilla-Campbell, Luc Von Cziffra-Bergs, Siyabonga Nkomo, Daniel Nasoro, Christopher Abraham, Nicolas Salamousas 3rd row: Matthew Haggard, Benjamin Viljoen, Tharshey Moodley, Samuel Smith, Michael Wands, Giulio De Villiers, Daniel Brook 2nd row: Blake Fortuin, Fabio Morse, Miles Pegg, Amandla Khawe, Musa Phangela, Matteo Stipcevich Front row: Cameron Duarte, Wongalakhe Kadiege, Luke Rundle, Miss S Meirowitz, Moeletsi Moloi, Muhammad Koor, Leo Attieh

Voyage to Hell

The fear builds metre by metre nothing surrounding nowhere safe.

The Trojan waves bash against the hull lightning striking like a scavenging hyena a boy cradled in his mother’s arms but safety was absent, like a lamb backed against a wall nowhere to tun

The crack and the rumble constant I am about to cry like the one next to me succumb to sadness

As we tilt like a feather in a hurrican terror sticken the eye of the storm a place of raving monsters is where we find ourselves A lone family of six made of steel but about to be ruptured Apart.

– Luke Wilson

A fleeting moment

As the world spins around and round a stopwatch ticking till the end of time. One tick, one moment and it can all slip from our mortal hands. Beyond our sense of right and wrong.

Round and round it goes Never slowing down. A drop which caused this all, A tear in a thousand oceans.

In that one fleeting moment. Glass flying through the air, The screeching of compressed metal, The screaming of the onlookers A faint siren in the background.

Drip, drip, drip. Blood pounding against the ground. A faint heartbeat, it’s there no matter how faint. Rasping breaths filled the deafening silence. A battle between life and death.

The hands of faith. The hammer of justice, All striking down. A chance of freedom, Or eternal encasement.

An unmalleable decision. That decides it all. An unambiguous judgement, That could send you straight to hell.

Or to the sky above. Where the streets are gold, Where time never ticks. A place of wonders, A paradise.

– Fabio Morse

The white wolf of the moon

As I stare at the white wolf of the moon I notice she stares right back, As I peer into the deep chocolate eyes I read her mind She is angry... Angry at everything especially at humans How dare they? How dare they lock her up in a cage? Her ire is wildfire, buring.

We named her Luna, gave her food, warmth and love I thought it was impossible to domesticate the white wolf, I was wrong... All the love we gave she returned Suddenly the wild fire of hatred was put out by the waters of love.

After five years the moon claimed back, her white wolf I could not let go But fire makes smoke and smoke damages the lungs

I often stare at the moon, I often see the white wolf on the moon... Staring right back at me After a fire life grows back, with seeds of love, joy and hope.

– Luc von Cziffra-Bergs

My Sweet Nana

My sweet Nana Although your memories dwindle And disease is at your door I will never forget

Ever since I could think... You have helped me imagine Ever since I could walk... You helped me run a marathon I will never forget...

When I got sick You helped me get better And if sickness would befall You

I know You won’t go down Without a fight I will never forget you...

– Matthew Haggard

Time is Untold

Time is untold.

We pave our paths in life grow and discover it’s up to us to find our way...

We spend our time on purposeless things eating away at our humanity not sufficient time with things that matter.

We have been given a precious gift taken it for granted.

Time is powerful creates life and death

and when our time comes we wish we had more.

There is never enough.

– Reese Hill

Death at the hands of gunpowder

The indoctrinating stares at me, As if it was a beast Alive, awake The poster was so simple: dull yet straight to the point Inviting me to war Telling me that it was the right thing to do, And of course it worked. Would I die at the hands of gunpowder? The stench of unwashed bodies was in the air, the war camp was ugly, old and half broken, But somehow I found myself proud to be here, to serve my country. I would proudly die at the hands of gunpowder.

They trained me told me how to use a gun, and I was embarrassed to say but it made me feel powerful, in control. I would be the one killing, with gunpowder.

The day came faster than a bullet, the day when I would put my skills to the test, Everything that made a sound made me flinch. This was the real deal this was it life or death. The judge of life; gunpowder.

Lying down bleeding out, Death crawling closer, to my heart Death at the hands of gunpowder

– Luc Cziffra-Bergs

Broken Heart

Time is money it is running...

Don’t look back as time will hack at your guilt.

Will it be there?

As a child I laughed and wept why time crept now, I am a teenager where did time go?

Your eyes tell me that you’ll love me everyday

but will it stay before the time ticks away?

Will it be enough? Will it be tough? For me to love you? Will you love me forever? Or will it be never?

All alone I did it on my own.

Why did I love you? when you knew something was not new I chose you over and over but you did not choose me. Why do I have a broken heart? A broken hopeful heart?

– Mikhail Naidoo

A real virtual world

My virtual word is... real I am the only one in the room but I am not alone You might think it is fun but it is serious.

I wish I could rewind myself to those times, times where stress was just a dream.

Today in this virtual world I feel as if I am alive but I am no more.

Trying hard to be thankful, grateful for being Alive.

The days pass, but... the memories stay.

– Alex Jankowitz

Time

Such a fragile concept.

An eggshell, to the eye, tough and quite unbreakable but when handled by hand... crushed.

Such a delicate artifact controls the existence of humanity the start and completion of everything the eternal circle of life.

And to think... If time was controlled by pleaseure and not destiny...

There would be no world to live in.

– Joshua Fynn

Seconds

One, second Two, seconds Three, seconds

I open my eyes it is Blurry at first My ears are buzzing Like bees in a meadow

I realise that I am upside down Everywhere Shattered glass

The faint sirens heard in the distance I realise I am flying Down a lonely road Cars shifting like Dominoes

– Nicholas Harris

The meaning of a special life

If you want to understand the value of:

One month ask a cat owner whose cat has Cushing’s Syndrome

The feeling, knowing your cat can kill himself at any moment, Excruciating. The feeling, of knowing he could die any day, Unbearable.

The feeling, of knowing he could be gone forever, Unexplainable.

The loss will always haunt you But the memories will make you smile The pain will always be there And so will the joy.

Time is short But as long as you make the best of it...

– Daniel Brook

Memories

Waking up to the morning sunlight swinging me around, soaring like a bird I was fearless, I was exhilarated laughing by the table, eardrums on fire.

And then... Walking up the gloomy aisle Staring into the eyes of heaven Flowers weeping with sorrow He is gone.

My mind... Fishing back and forth Back and forth Must live life to the fullest Must be prepared for anything Must cope with death.

Hushed silence, ears ringing Twisting and turning Crying and dying

The journey of life The journey of pain The suffering of Death

I will never forget you...

– Matthew Wilson

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