Poetry

I Love New York City

It is the place of dreams,

Where people are jolly during the holiday season,

And everyone seems to have a beat of reason,

You never realize of the city is so pretty,

When the Rockefeller lights start to glisten.

-Tyler Borselle

The Road Not Paved

The road not paved

The road overlooked, 

People prefer the green lights and stop signs 

People prefer the traffic, and being surrounded by cars 

People forget there are my roads 

Not paved 

But they get you to the same place

The common question in highschool, 

What college are you going to? 

The pressure to conform, 

The pressure to take the busy road, 

Rather than the quick issueless track

-Lilliana Bellini

White Flag

A child holds his hands up like a white flag,

Not for defeat, for fear of pain

Not wanting his head rattled like a bug in a jar,

Surrender the only option,

Sorry, the only words left

Hands are the only thing he can think of,

Flying hands, up and down at him

Hiding his face in them,

His face feeling them as they come down.

Sting, when he wants aid

Itch and scratch,

All he wants is love and care.

Too much fear for that,

Too much tears for love,

Too much torn for care,

Too much scorn to be protected by their hands.

Hands raise

His body jerks away as they fall

The question needs answered 

Will he ever learn care from the ones that do fall?

Or will he raise his hands again

To raise a weapon and not a flag.

-Philip Wilkinson

Insomnia

The lack of sleep makes me lose track of time

At night when I think I can never count the sheep

I always find ways to lose track of time

I wish I could rest in the confines of my mind

The loss of sleep makes me lose peace of mind 

Even when I wake up I try and find more rest 

By lying in bed resting wide awake

-Dillon Ellsworth

My Babcia’s Words 

My babcia’s words 

carry history in every sentence. 

Her expressions are perfectly pieced together, like puzzle pieces that fit just right. 

Her words are tradition— 

like bread made from scratch, 

like a memory that never fades. 

I hear love in her voice, 

her words sewn into every lesson taught. I hear laughter throughout the room, that doesn’t need an explanation. 

My babcia’s voice 

is not a mistold story. 

It is living proof 

that lessons are created from experience, passed down 

one word at a time.

-Kaley Alkas

E- Foil Board

The board lifted out of the water

I flew in the air like Harry Potter

Cruising across the lake like an otter

I held the trigger, 

The faster the better I figure

As I sped up, the waves behind me got bigger

The air was cool on my face

I felt as if I was in a race

Moving atop the water with such grace 

-Sawyer Eberhardt

Summer time you feel alive, 

Awake all night and day 

Spring time you start to thrive, 

Enjoying sunny days

Fall time the sun starts to lose the shine,

Leaves fall and crumble

Winter time the roads are ice, 

A hot cocoa is very nice 

-Collin Sullivan