Poetry

The Dragon by Midnight

In his castle, dark and dreary

Sat the king, old and weary.

He sat and thought upon his throne

To assemble the knights he’s truly known.

For the Dragon’s wrath and army’s throng

He knew the dragon was just too strong:

Doth thou the courage o’ noble knights --

For soon we face our greatest fights”

He called down to the knights below:

“For the wretched Dragon’s all we know

And this I know that we all fear --

The creature taking what we hold dear.

I beseech you, knights, for this is dire,

Don your swords and your attire

The knights began to cheer aloud

And began to form a giant crowd.

Clad in armor, and fueled with wrath

The knights marched on the perilous path.

Continuing on the path unknown

Their hearts and minds were set in stone,

For the Dragon’s life is at its end.

The knights of old will soon transcend.



The Unpleasantness of Society by Angelo Del Toro


Society is the hardest thing to live 

Unless you have a sliver pin

You will fill with the rest of them

Unless you have a chin

You wanted to cry yourself 

But you can’t be by yourself 

You want to be happy 

But people make you unhappy

You want to fill in 

You know, you can’t

You have to face the visionary bigot’s rant

Which you try to get out of it 

This is why Society is falling off the well

Unless you can tell

It could be your final farewell

I know you are free infinity to dwell

everything was just going swell

Unless you forget the unpleasantness of society 

Wherever They May Go by Evelyn Reid


My fingers

If I let them roam

Wherever they may go

Will they write something nice?

Or will it simply come out wrong?


My eyes

If I let them roam

Wherever they may go

Will I see something beautiful?

Or will I see the grey and dreary?


My mind

If I let it roam

Wherever it may go

Will I realize something new?

Or will I get nowhere at all?


My feet

If I let them roam

Wherever they may go

Will they take me somewhere new?

Or will I trip and fall?



Let My Mind Wander by Evelyn Reid


If I let my mind wander

To where it wants to go

Will I ever make it back

To where I had left from?


If I let my mind wander

Far beyond my train of thought

Will I be lost

From the tracks of my thoughts?


If I let my mind wander

Wherever it may go

Far past what I let it

So many years ago


If I let it wander

Let it wander to and fro

Would I find the train of thought

I had lost so long ago?


If my mind were to wander

Back to that damp spring night

Then maybe I’d remember

Why the moon had felt so bright


If my mind were to wander

Through my memories of trees

I find the tallest one

And look out over its leaves


If it were to wander

Back through the web of time

Maybe I’d find something I

Had left down deep inside


So when my mind wanders

And I think of dew strewn nights

With moonlight glinting off

Of the flickering fireflies

When my mind wanders

Back to peace of mind

Maybe I’ll find that again

With the memories of another time



Decay by Evelyn Reid


The sky was blue,

The clouds were white,

And vultures circled, 

Black as night


Down below

On the ground

Lie something small

And russet brown


A stench in the air

And white of bone

Red pooled on the ground,

Stark contrast to the snow


Flies are swarming

Buzzing round

And maggots crawl

Without a sound


Up its nose

To eat its brain

At least the poor thing

Is not in pain


The vultures circle tighter

Closer to the ground

Ignoring the flies

And the maggots all around


They swoop in

And pick it clean

And then take off

To circle again



Raining with the Window Open by Neve Krier 
Oh how I wishI could bottle this upTake this feeling with me to every place I go play this sound every night as I drift into my dreams I feel so safe and secure drown in this comfort And the slight breeze that sways in every now and again Stay here forever and watch the water wash my life awayNo matter how long I stay here by myself I know I'm not alone the Thousand tiny raindrops just outside my window Their song,  the most gracious lullaby my ears have knownI can't take you with me but I hope to try maybe tomorrow i’ll wake up to a cloudy sky I'd sit at my window and cherish the time rain rain won't you stayOr take me with you when you drift away

Dragonfly by Evelyn Reid

Four wings

They spread

And on a breeze

The legs, they lift

Drifting with ease

As the creature

Flies away

Yet to come back

Another day

And so my sweet,

My dragonfly

You soar above

Up in the sky

Making your way

To other days


And so my sweet,

My dragonfly,

My iridescent,

I

Look forward to

When you get back

From what you’ve

Been through

So I’ll be sittin’ here

Waiting for you


And so my sweet,

My dragonfly,

With iridescence

In your eye

Your wings,

They spread

And on a breeze

You drift along

With certain ease

Returning

Back home to me


You begin to tell

Me of your tale,

Your travels too

And I sit still

And I listen

And you tell me

Of your mission


You found the world

You held the truth

You felt the skies

And sea spray too

Seen the colours

Heard the trees

Flown along

With birds and bees


And so my sweet,

My dragonfly,

Your iridescence

In my eye

I watch as

You leave again

And hope you’ll meet

A few new friends

Be sure to come

Another day

And stop on by

To say ‘hey’


Farewell my sweet dragonfly



Life by Evelyn Reid


It’s what you want

It’s what you need

It’s what you hear

It’s what you see


When you realize

When you learn

When you notice

When it burns


The light

The love

The hate

Their torn


Torn apart

Conflicting

One looks up

One drags down

And in the end

It doesn’t matter now


This roller coaster

This wild ride

The ride of life

It hits in strides

The feeling high,

The feeling of pride

Of loss

Of pain

Of hope

Of gain


In the end

It doesn’t matter

So long as we understand

Understand the versatility

The versatility of people

Of emotion

Of experience

Of life



¨flawless.¨ by Alyssa Joseph


....


flawless.


her long cinnamon hair

was so tender and fair.

each end was twisted 

and she was the most beautiful

who ever existed.


she had light olive skin

pretty it's ever been.

she was also very smart

and had a very kind heart.

perfectionist.


the tint of her eyes was an ocean.

very big and very blue

and very magnificent too.

out of all her features

everything about her,

was flawless.


but she was a bit of a romantic

everyone would fall under her spell.

even though she sounded like a jewel,

inside she was a bit cruel.

everything about her

was ¨flawless.¨


....


heather.

¨sweet delilah.¨ by Alyssa Joseph

….

she walked down the great halls

fairest of them all.

straight hair, straight a´s

plaid skirt, turtleneck,

and her little black tights,


always read 

always smart

always pretty

and had a big heart.

everyone loved sweet delilah.


her ginger red hair 

sparked her beauty

she was quiet

but also a cutie.

everyone loved sweet delilah


nature and fairies,

and creatures and flowers,

everything around her

gave her so much power.

graceful. 

....

sweet delilah.



Cycle by Evelyn Reid


Down it falls

Trapped beneath

Waiting for its time

Its hit

Its wet

And it begins to rise


Poking through

It’s made it out

Stretching up

Higher

Trying the reach the sun

It can’t go any higher

But that’s fine

The growing’s done


It unfurls

For the very first time

It unfurls and feels the sun upon it

The sun, so warm

Hits inside

Deep violet

A splash of red

Centered with yellow

And filled with pollen


Its surrounded

Not by enemies

But by friends

Family

Everything green

Clouds obstruct the sun

The rain begins to fall

Misting everything

Droplets here

Drizzles there

And colour abrupts everywhere


The grey rocks have a tint of brown

The brown trunks have bits of red

Not just the trunks

But the dirt beneath the grass too

The dirt has some yellow as well

And it,

Well,

It has all


The violets gain hints of blue

The reds, pink

The yellow, orange

And there’s more

Its petals are covered

Not in constant water

But in tiny little dew drops

That run off in streams


The flower closes at sunfall

And unfurls at sunrise

And continues for its life

Before its time to move on


It drops some seeds

Down they fall

Trapped beneath

Waiting for their time

They’re hit

They’re wet

And they begin to rise


Well... by Evelyn Reid


Waiting

Everyone does it

Whether they’re patient or not,

Well…


Time

Everyone has it

Whether they use it wisely or not,

Well…


Energy

Everyone uses it

Whether they waste it or not, 

Well…


Facts

Everyone knows some

Whether they accept them or not, 

Well…


Information

Everyone can learn

Whether they choose to or not,

Well…


Passion

Everyone has one

Whether they pursue it or not,

Well…

That’s up to them



“Who I Am and Where I’m From” by Gavin Henderson


I am from late weeknights with friends after being scolded  for not going to bed

From being terrified of almost everything

I am from paying close attention when I didn’t have to

From the stained yellow and white painted house that didn’t fit in with the others on the block

I am from the laundry room that no matter what was used always smelled like a deep chlorine

From trusting everyone with open arms to distrusting everyone new I meet

I am from brotherly love and rivalry that turned into a team working at Ann’s choice

From watching my brother help my dad in the backyard to us all working together 

I am from the memory where I thought my mom said we were moving to Party City and I cried 

(It still makes everyone I talk to laugh till this day)

From being deathly terrified of the ocean and being forced to jump in to now being the last one to get out

I’m from six year old me saying he’ll never drink coffee to me having half a cup every day 

I am from being told change is a good thing but never wanting anything to change

From going out to breakfast at IHOP on Sundays and getting their warm and fluffy neverending pancakes

I am from pretending to be wise by saying “The cup isn’t half full or empty, it’s a cup of water” not realising that it might be 

From being shy and timid to finally opening up about myself

I am from living by Murphy’s law and learning how to deal with “bad luck”

I am from renting the same Spider-Man cartoon from the Blockbuster around the corner on the weekends 

(Does anyone know what a Blockbuster is anymore)

From late night chats with the person I adore but I can’t tell how I really feel

I’m from the people who taught me to put others before myself and told me to be selfless

From not wanting to be seen but trying to stand out and make a name for myself 


    




"It's always a pleasure when the rain comes" by Anonymous

In silence, the rain moves in over the city

The air changes and swells with humidity

The soothing hum of Thursday afternoon traffic mixes well with the smoggy cloud-filled sky that looms overhead

Though, the rain dulls down the smell of exhaust 

That sweet and comforting smell awakens everyone as they stay indoors and avoid the puddles that gather outside

The dirty brick buildings are stained red with help from the wet weather

The city is more dense and evident underwater

The women gather under awnings as they wait for their next customer

But the rain forbids it, as long as it's here, things seem to come to a complete halt

The rain brings peace

I am thankful for the rain.

"Capulet Contemplates" by Kate Smith


Juliet my lovely, little girl,

The time has come for her to wed.

Count Paris is quite the whirl;

So she will never find someone instead.


She disagrees!?!? Fine by me;

For the ungrateful being shall be out of sight!

How does she not behold glee?

This is the best news of any night!


She may need some time to change her views,

But she must think straight before Thursday.

Alas! She will no longer refuse!

I cannot wait till it is underway.


Finally, the time has come.

Juliet must be awoken soon.

Oh my! I cannot look at my lifeless girl without feeling numb, 

I cannot believe her funeral is in the afternoon.


How can a day with such excitement take a turn for the worse?

I wish I hadn’t been so mean.

I cannot stop this curse,

But I can stop the feud between.

The Modern Greek


I pass a group of college boys on the street

It is eleven o clock, past closing time

I hear one shout “carpe diem”

I laugh to myself, it’s such a cliche

The most fitting phrase in our language for 

Taking life into your own hands, and it’s in Latin

I think Greek would be more apt

Dionysus, god of wine and revelry in all his bacchanalian glory

Icarus and his youthful folly, Orpheus and his mad devotion

The gods are so much more fitting for these boys

Than that antiquated tongue known for being spoken in church

The gods old forms are dead but they live within these young men, they live in us all

Hermes survives in the lanky track athlete, who says a prayer before each match

Apollo’s bright glory shines on in the glint of the artistic one’s eye

Ares’ fury is matched by the boy who feels cheated by life, bloodthirsty in all his endeavors

The gods did not make us in their image, we made them in ours

And our libations to them shall be to live as passionately, as intensely, and fervidly as they



"Somber Sunday" by Kate Smith


So early yet late,

I ponder everyone’s fate.

Why couldn’t you live for much longer?

Why do I have to prevail with heartbreak?


I ask myself as I scan every now and then,

Scan the church of melancholy men.

Tears pouring down their face,

Pains me to observe my own blood with sorrow.


Will it ever get better?

Or am I stuck constantly re-reading your very last letter?

I wish you were still here.

Everything has changed.


From holidays to birthdays,

There really is no praise.

Even though you aren’t with us, I’m happy with the time we had.

I miss you already and I’ll love you forever.

"WHO AM I" by Ready Labbe


I am one of many daughters from the first country in Latin America to win independence 

  A girl who walks abroad carrying a piece of the heart of Haiti 

Still trying my best to understand its heartbeat 

And I will keep trying 

Who am I?

I’m a girl whose volume is like a broken stereo 

Too loud or cracking 

With confidence, that swings too fast for the flash to catch up to 

My emotions just that of my confidence.

But always on extreme (X games mode) 

I’m a night owl and my own best friend 

Staying up till the morning 

Past 12 is when I focus and do my best work 

I’m notorious for being annoying in my house 

When boredom comes to me, which it does often 

I bake to fulfill my insatiable sweet tooth 

But art and crafts are my jam 

Who am I?

I’m an overthinker, sometimes a chaotic mess with too much energy.

To teachers and acquaintances, I’m quiet. 

To friends and family, I’m considered too much

I’m  Ready Carmelite Labbe 

A name that I really love and is meaningful to me.



"A New Beginning" by Maya Caggiano

We all are aware that 2020 has not been the best year, 

But 2020 is now in the past, it is behind us, and we cannot look back on it,

We are now in 2021, which starts the beginning of something new, 

New opportunities, new opinions, and new obstacles are sure to come,

So we need to be prepared for anything, we need to stick up for each other and watch each other's backs,

We need to help one another, and we need to support each other in times of need,

I understand that we are in the middle of a pandemic,

And this pandemic has made us feel down, and it has made us miserable,

But 2021 will give us hope, it will give us hope that this virus will finally come to an end, it will give us hope that we can finally treat each other as equals and not treat people one way or another simply because of the color of their skin or how they act,

2021 is a new year, and we need to make the most of it,

So let's start now, let's put all of the bad memories behind us, let's leave all of the negative energy behind, and move forward,

Because 2021 gives us a chance to do this, 2021 is a new beginning.



Just Waiting by Evelyn Reid


Just waiting

Waiting for the sun to rise

Waiting for the sun to set

Waiting for the moon to wax

And waiting for the wane


Just waiting

Waiting for the clouds to come

Waiting for the rain to drop

Waiting for the river to rise

And waiting for the fall


Just waiting

Waiting for the seed to grow

Waiting for the blossom to bloom

Waiting for the fruit to ripen

And waiting for seeds to fall


Just waiting

Waiting for the day to come

Waiting for the time

Waiting, waiting, waiting, gone

I’ve waited for too long



Predicament by Evelyn Reid


What a pickle

This predicament is

What a problem

It is indeed


You see, I was sitting

Sitting on my rock

And that’s just when

They came by the flock


Minding my own business,

That’s what I was doing

And down they came

Like drops of rain

Pickles and problems and such


They fell and now they’re here

I have to deal with them

For if I don’t,

Well then who will?

I’ve got predicaments by the bunch


I’m rid of my predicaments

My problems and my pickles

The pickles made good sandwiches

And the problems good solutions

Just one predicament left -- 

I seem to have lost my rock

When It’s Time by Evelyn Reid


What do you know?

Nothing

What have you felt?

Nothing

What have you tasted?

Nothing

What have you heard?

Nothing

Where have you been?

Nowhere

What have you seen?

Everything


What will you hear?

Everything

What will you taste?

Everything

Where are you going?

Everywhere

What are you going to see?

More

What will you hear?

The world

Will you learn?

Definitely

How will you learn?

By doing

What will you do?

Something, I’m sure

When will you do it?

When I go

And when will you go?

When It’s Time



And... by Evelyn Reid

The clouds gather

They block the sun

Shadows envelop the land

And down come the drops


The water falls

Down it runs

Down the leaves

Hits the ground

Down beneath

And something awakes


The ground is moved

Green pokes through

Taller, taller

It grows up

Reaching for the sun

And petals unfurl


The flower

Now bloomed

Smells sweet

Makes me think

Of lovely summer nights

And the buzz begins


The bees fly by

Some land

They carry pollen

Fertilize the blooms

And then comes the juice


The flowers

Were touched by bees

Now they close in

Becoming fruit

Full of juice

And down fall seeds


The ground welcomes them

The seeds as they fall

Under the ground

They await the wakening drop

And then it comes


The rain is back once more

With it the drops

That hit the ground, wakes them up

The seeds, they sprout

Flowers once more

And the cycle begins again



Young Canary by Jessica Alashoush 


A young canary spreads her wingsToward the SkyBut then the monster church bell rings.Again the bird must shy.She loves the warmth her shelter brings,So why then try?“My branch is bound to break,” she sings,Yet still, she doesn’t fly.
“Oh, dear whirling Wind, weave my way!”She begs in song,But the great Wind just swirls and swaysAnd leads some leaves along.A twig springs free from her bouquet;The Wind sighs strongAnd ruffles her feathers to say,“I cannot hold you long.”
The Sun carries a patient rayDown to her nest.“Shimmering Sun, please stretch the day!”The bird chants in distress.“Young bird, you’ve tried now twice today,You must go rest,So then you can help rid awayThe ache inside your chest.”
“My wings can’t bear the weight of fear,Old Sun,” she trills.“Fear won’t fade, for the bell is near.”Once more, the bell must shrill,And the canary disappears,Laying so still;Sinking Sun’s soft glare now severe,The nest begins to chill.
The feathers of much broader flights,Which dark clouds rain,Gleam in greater Glory’s moonlight,From heights no branch can gain.Caws faint in the shivering night,“Must they not painThe monster church bell’s shrieks, those knights?Or do they dance in vain?”
When morning breaks again, the birdSings soft once moreTo the pink, vast Sky, a few words:“To glide, to one day soar,To sing my laments, to be heard,Why do I warInside, the fight of a coward?Your answers I implore!”
And the Sky sings: “You wish to holdBright Sun beyondIts dusk and keep your nest from cold.You wish Wind will respondTo forlorn pleas you still uphold.Morning has dawnedAnother day in which your fears unfold,And again you despond.
“You wish to ride Wind, control air,Yet you defendYour beaten branch in disrepair.Your mind you must amend.The bell’s melody of despairWill never end,So with its rhythm, you must fairAnd its song, you must blend.
“You trip over triplets--what for?You sing daily.You think your worries are minor,But they ring majorly.In order to fly, don’t ignoreA change of key,Because a songbird in discordHolds little harmony.”
The bird warbles, “My nest won’t last,”As the Wind flows.“But I mustn’t yet mourn so fast.”In Sun’s blessing, she glows.“Just I can clear skies overcastWith my own woes.”And the bird chirps to the bell’s blastsThen spreads her wings and goes.

Too much. by Kaitlyn Buono

Too fat.

Too thin.

Too tall.

Too short.

Too much time spent debating my own self-worth.

Sure I dream of  satin skin

Icy eyes and golden hair

But no matter what you look like

There are unattainable beauty standards everywhere.

Just because I dream these things 

Doesn’t mean that I should change,

And if I’m being honest

Society is to blame.  

Pride by Anna Zimmer 
Walk confidently down the street,     styling my hair the way I want,     holding her hand,     wearing whatever clothing makes me happy.Standing tall.Walking openly.I have nothing to hide, nothing to fear.The ones that shout, try to stop me,     they are the ones that should be hiding.Hide their hate.I will not hide my love,     I will not hide myself.If I hide, only I lose.Maybe I won’t get shouted at,     I won’t get stopped by hate-filled strangers.But then, I lose a part of myself.I deny myself the love and the freedom     I have earned.So I will walk confidently down the street.I will keep walking. I will show all of myself with pride.
Dancing Weather by Anna Zimmer
Sun streaming through the leaves,speckled light scattered across my face.A light breeze running through my hair.People walk their dogs, go on hikes,Some sit on their steps, play in the streets.Laughter dances across the air.Joy is tangible in the melody of the      children and the birds and the sun and the air.Her hand tight in mine,twin smiles in our eyes     as friends dance in the day,telling jokes and laughing with the rest of the world.Life is connected in a calm dance today,the dance of the wind and the light,of the greens filling our vision,of the movement of all of the people,     walking, hiking, sitting, playing,enjoying the gift of a daythat is calm and exciting and filled with promise and joy.The joy of the world is reflected in       our laughter and our smiles,expressed in our own dancing,living in our bodies.
This Isn't About You by Caesura 
Act 1I would try to convince you that I’m not trying. That you’re gone from my thoughts and my head and my heart. Acting as if nothing could tear me apart. I’d want to be stronger, and barely know how. I’d want you to feel all splat, blam, kapow. 
Act 2Instead there’d be tears, or maybe a stare. In fact, maybe you will not know I am there. But here in my mind I dream as I may. And after some time the thoughts go away. 
Act 3I’m no longer scared to see you again, I wouldn’t be shocked if you called me “old friend.” Yet there’s really no longer a need to comply, because I do not like you as much as I do I.I won’t love you forever. I already don’t. Ask me to regret it, I dare you, I won’t.
Circe by Carly Maloney   
Honey dripped from my smileAll those I talked to I could beguileSome fell into my comforting trapAnd my teeth closed around them with a snapOthers saw through me, completely clearOthers ran away in fear
But they wouldn’t escape me, not this timeFor eventually they would see my sublimeAnd beautiful smile, though explicitly fakeThey didn’t care about the promises they’d breakBecause in the end they couldn’t resistThe woman to all, the whole world’s Mistress
I invited them in with open armsAnd at that point nothing inspired alarmUntil I seductively shut the doorBut I didn’t seem to love them anymoreIt was all a trick, they saw too lateTheir foolish mortal souls I ate
So heed this warning, take this advice:Never let a flaw or viceDistract you from the moral pathBecause you’ll awaken another’s wrathYou’ll always be the one to fallAnd always back to hell you’ll crawl
“To Be A Hero” by Madi Haney (Freshman)
To be a hero means you are strong. To be a hero means you’ve been wrong. It doesn’t mean you are big and tall. It means you’re willing to risk it all. 
Like Hercules, begging for forgiveness.For accidentally killing in madness.“You must complete 12 Labours,” they say. He did so, and many monsters he slays.
Or Perseus, Medusa he killed.Bringing back her head, his journey fulfilled. Through trial and error, he held his head high.Perseus was even able to steal an eye. 
Perseus and Hercules are alike in many ways.From hair to fathers, the list goes on for days. One key thing our heroes had in common, however, Was that they both worked hard to receive treasure. 
Another commonality between the young menIs that they kept trying, again and again.With courage and bravery inside their hearts, They would win the battle, you knew it from the start. 
I’m so foolish, how could I forget?Prometheus stealing fire from the gods without regret. He helped create mankind, along with Epimetheus, his bro. And then he risked it all, for the people he loved so. 
We love to hear tales of Greek mythological heroes,You sit on the edge of your seat as they slay their foes. Then you realize we see heroes every day.From a doctor to a firefighter, they’ll help you in any way.
What police officers and Perseus have in common, you might ask, Is that they do the right thing, no matter what task. All of these people, so brave and smart, Are strong and persistent, with a passion to spread good in their hearts. 
“Be Thankful.” by Morgan (Junior)
Woke up in the morning, breathing in the fresh air. Her life is amazing, no one else’s can compare. 
A vision of 20/20, Her hearing remains an entity.No sound of a stomach growl,No appearance of a scowl. 
Woke up in the afternoon,Not wanting to get up,She’s scared to lose.
“Be thankful, be thankful, life is a gift.I should do something about this,But ignorance is bliss.” 
She tried to wake up at night, But refused to sit up. Her body caked in soars, Her life flashed before her eyes. 
Memory tainted, Decisions manipulated. Thoughts can be affiliated, with the events that remain complicated. 
Woke up in the morning, breathing in the fresh air. Her life is far from amazing, no one else’s can compare. 
Be thankful, be thankful, life is a gift.She could’ve done something about this,But as they say, ignorance is bliss.


"Waffles" by Rosemary Green (Junior)
My cat likes wafflesWith extra syrup on top He is a fat boy 
Thankful by Madison Marinkovic (Freshman)
I am thankful for a lot of things, but here are some of the things I am most thankful for-
My house- for giving me shelterMy family- for making me feel lovedMy friends - for all the endless laughsChick-fil-A - for making me happyChipotle- for helping me have a full stomachSoftball - for providing me happinessVolleyball - for all the friends I have made Airplanes- for helping me go around the worldMy dog- for making my day 10 times betterLife - for letting me experience everything
"Winged Hero" by Kiera Murray (Freshman)
Wings on his head and feetWith a single mission to completeAnd the king will not be accepting of defeatFor Medusa was a great feat Surely he did not want to be turned to concreteAnd by the end, he left her body incompleteHer threat was now obsolete 

"Beauty and Beast All in One but Not All at Once"  by Kiera Murray (Freshman)
I was not all ways a monster I was not all ways another beast to slaughterMaybe I would have stated the same if Athena’s temple was not near the water For Poseidon was my stalkerHe knew no bordersOr maybe it was my fault for working at her alterBut how I got this way -- my past does not matterI’m still stuck with snakes for hair, still this horrid monster Perseus thought fine to slaughter 


"The Apple Does Not Fall Far From The Tree" by Kiera Murray (Freshman)
You may have heard of Zeus. Well, this is his son In his misery, Hera found gleeAs Athena and Hermes showed empathy Those two snakes were bad omensTo take on these 12 tasks was not a choice of his own For the gods, he may be just another pawn So strong he shot the sunHis armor, shining with bronze Even if he trips and falls he must walk-on He is always on the runFrom dusk to dawn A year-long marathon To catch that secret fawnget the Belt of the Amazons And retrieve Apples from Atlas’s female spawnsHis lessons of bravery and wit live on, Even though his shadow may be gone 

"Goodbye, Hello" by Diraya Serrano (Senior)


Hello,New experiences huge hallsprolonged periodsblock schedulenew friendsnew teachersWireless printersNew opportunitiesExpanded freedomNew experiencesTime to find oneselfGoodbye,Past four years Old friendsOld teachersPast experiencesYoung me
Hello,New experiences...
The Last Time 
As the sun in the morning, she brought lightThe stars in the sky are shining. As the sun rayscaressed my face, She made me feel safe. She made me feel love.The best and amazing love.
As the moon, they can see through the darkness,the darkness of a moment could  hide the moon, but the darkness can’t hide from the moon.
But the darkness in the moment made medoubtful of the sky, of the moon light, of sea waves and of the shine of the stars.Looking at the sky.watching at the stars I asked. “Do you love me?”The stars shine and, as the waves crashed, saying “Just look around of you”The sun shine with their rays caressed my face for the last time. walking away sadly I observed the the sky turning dark, the rain coming out , the stars turning off.
In my mind I hear the sea waves crying, screaming. Screaming, crying. 
“My Love” by Kasey Gray (Sophomore)
My love is as deep as your strong hatredI yearn for you with lustful arms and eyesThoughts of you swim day and night through my headYour disgusted gaze is my only prize
I see your face across the lengthy room                                   You turn your repulsed face towards my wayYour beauty makes my simplistic heart boomDa Dum! My heart skips a beat as you run away
I wait at your tower for your reply You stick your head outside your door and grin                      I wait for your embrace and loving cryYou come and kick me so I have no kin
I shall never forget your great beautyI won't let you go, it is my duty
"The Treehouse" by Kayla McEachern (Junior)
There is a Treehouse down on Avenue LaneIt lays baren and very, very plain The children walk by it, never with much thoughtBelieving it odd, for it to lay there and rot
The Treehouse did once have many friends Laughing and smiling and playing pretendTheir youth being filled with such joyBut they left and the Treehouse’s feelings destroyed
Reminiscing of times once fondThe Treehouse didn't notice the tiny little blondeShe had raced up his trunks and said with a smile“Is it alright if I played here for just a little while?”
Shock filled the the Treehouse’s racing mindNever thinking he would see another child so kindBut it quickly recovered and opened its doorsFor the little blonde girl to go in and explore 

"The Hide of a Hero" - 

Emma Pomeroy and Emily Witter 

Who owns the golden hide of the Nemean Lion?The owner, though in grief, shall rise to action. 
A valiant hero by the name of Heracles Owns the lion’s hide of gold, like fleece. He traveled far and wide without ease.So Zeus may finally hear his pleas.
He gives the golden hide a shake,And sobs until the tears make. And though the heart of Heracles aches, He would not let himself quake. 
The hide is heavy, golden and deep, But Heracles has a promise to keep. Until then he shall not sleep. And Zeus above shall hear him weep.
As day continues, still behind his hide,Heracles only whines and cries.And life continues, he pretends to have pride, Unable to face that what he had loved has died.
And through the hide he concealed behind,Heracles and lament shall intertwine. 

(inspired by Robert Frost)
"What It Means to Be a Hero" - Emma Pomeroy and Emily Witter 
What is it like to be a hero?What is it like to be highly looked upon?What is it like to solve a critical con?
Perhaps to be like Heracles; To fight monsters.To never have to be a boaster.To show the goddess that he is worthy,And even stronger, that he is sorry. 
Or is it to be like Prometheus, father of humanity,To show to all the world had sanity.Who stole fire to show his care,But was still tied to a peak in the air.
Or even Perseus, who severed a head,Just to show that he is worthy of a bed.He showed this head to the awful king,To show that he alone had wings.
Now I know what it’s like to be a hero,They show that you can power through sorrow.Being a hero isn’t very clean,But what it truly means is to stop the very mean.
"The Futility of Love" by Sean Gillen 
Sweet like a summer’s day and smooth like wine So nice in fact one might lose their good senseBitter the days which we cannot entwine On days in which you are gone I am tense
Fine is the time in which is spent with you     Much joy given to me when you are nearWhen I am alone with nothing I’m blue And frankly it feels like a massive spear
Has pierced my feeble heart like shrimp kebabToo soon was the short time we had thrown out                 In the end I will turn into a blob With nothing to show for my life, my bout
In the end it doesn't even matter I will be left in nothing but tatters 

"Servitude" 

The calliope man drove his steamboatAcross the colored divideMusic, sweet musicOf southern naugahyde.
Cool, cool waterBathing in the seaHow many souls have been lostFor the rest to be free?
Blood stains the stars of the new born city.
"The Way Long Forgotten"
Out of Chaos came our motherOf Earth and Sky bore our eldersMother and son felled the skyThen Titans roamed wild and free Until Cronos heard his prophecy.
Along came the god’s start by sixSent their father near the River styxGods and Titans were at peaceEpimetheus made life on sea and land His brother would soon bring rise to man.
Man was week, vile, and inferiorPrometheus saved and gave them foodHe would soon bring fire and protectionFor man was his own creationHis protection would bring him eternal pain.
Soon would come the age of Pandora Gilded she had grace and beautyThat cursed box brought calamityPain sickness and jealousyDeep inside there was finally hope.
The gods soon forgave man Though punishment was by their handIn their anger and immortal hate The gods gave life to a new manThe age of heroes was now at hand.
Mortal demigods had heroic strength.They set out upon impossible questsOf many skills these would testTheir strength, intelligence, and integrity Most of all was their persistency.
Their labors were greulingEach task tedious and challengingTo a man trying would be trivialHeroes are no ordinary menThey don’t follow the ordinary path.
Heroes follow a different pathOne of honor and gloryRegarded for courage and strengthThey walk a fearless pathOne long forgotten
Heroes were born of godsThey walk the path not our ownThey walk with persistenceThe path long forgotten Now Heroes are long forgotten  
"Dao" - Michael John Enrique Stemen (Senior)
What the Way is weighs out where the way isYou are the Way, I am the WayWe are the WayWandering does not stray from the WayWondering does not warp the WayWalking the Way is not walking awayWanting the Way is recklessWaiting for the Way is irrelevantWu WeiDo not doDo as one would do without doingOne who wants the Way does nothing to get the WayOne who has the Way gives no secretsThe Way is a waveIt flows without careBellowing toward the Way leaves you behind itFighting the Way leaves you under itAccepting the Way is workBut living the Way sets you on your way forWhatever, whenever 





"Spring!" by Erika Anderson (Sophomore)
Spring! A gentle reminder that warm weather is coming. The pink buds on the cherry blossom tree grow, then blow with the wind.The birds chirp in the morning to their kin.The sun shining on the morning dew.The slight breeze upon your cheek.What would we do without you, Spring? Just a gentle reminder that warm weather is coming.
"Silhouette" - Ryan P. Gladwin (Sophomore)
Shadows of many, never had any to be found.In time to come, but it's not safe or sound.Liars are cheap, and hide in the dark.However, sometimes it only takes one person to set the spark.Out of time, and thought of many before I.Up and over before another of thy.Eclipse of light to warn the dark.Through this, a word is softly spoken. The light is finally nearly awoken.Ending in full sunshine, glazing upon us, as I wonder what's mine, as my token.
"Happiness" - Ryan P. Gladwin (Sophomore)
However many times you’re feeling down.All those feelings you can’t express with sound.Purposeful in meaning, your heart beating as you’re steaming.People become fiction, as if you’re dreaming.In an instant everything changes. New sounds and colors it’s all rearranging.Everything has a certain purpose as if you could pick up a brush, and start painting.So sudden with joy and enlightenment, you are no longer flaming.Subsequently, you realize there’s a purpose to everything even if there’s nothing remaining.

"Forgotten" by Jacob A.
The dog walked down the roadThinking of what was once knownHe can't seem to rememberHe forgot when he saw his bone
The cat was thinking of the darknessAnd how it will consume us allThe train of thought was wiped from its conscienceBecause the toilet began to swirl
The cow was thinking of the dirtAnd how we will all lie in itAnd he couldn't seem to finish his thoughtWhen a fly flew by in front of his eye
The human was sitting in front of the monitorDeciding who to attackWhen he got a call from his momWent, and never came back

"The Cat Goes Meow" - Jacob A. (Sophomore)

The cat goes meowAnd no one knows howThey don't know whyThe cat decides to cry
It begs and begs and begsOn all four of its legsIt sheds and sheds and shedsLying on you, unable to leave bed
Cows moo because they’re depressedDucks quack to do their bestDogs bark because of the darkThis question will leave a mark
How does the cat meowTurns out, we know howThe cat does it for one thingThe cat does it to be annoying

"Beauty is…"  - Cailin Zoltak (Junior)


Beauty is the way she brushes her hair over her shoulder.Beauty is the way she blushes after being called on.Beauty is the way she stutters to get the right words out.Beauty is the way she goes over the top,In order to impress those around her.Beauty is the way her hands shake,Because she is not sure of her abilities.Beauty is the way she hesitates,As though she thinks others are always judging her.Beauty is the way she avoids crowds, And only sticks to places she knows.Beauty is the way she won’t meet my eyes.Beauty is the way she gets nervous around me, Because she thinks I will laugh the way the others do.Beauty is the way her face lights up when I bring her flowers.Beauty is the way she slowly allows me to get closer over time.Beauty is the way she allows me to see all these flaws. Beauty is the way she double checks in the mirror,Never seeing the beauty that I do.Regardless of who she sees in that mirror,I know who I see.I see her,And I simply wish she knew, That to me,Beauty is her. 

"Nervous" by Carly Maloney

I bite my tongueI hold my breathMy heart’s beating tooHard in my chestI scratch my faceI twist my hairIs there anyone else Out thereWho feels this wayAnd it’s so hardTo pretend it’s okayWhen your mind’s in shardsAll different thoughts Of what you’re doing wrongJust calm downIt shouldn’t take this longBut I just want to escapeFrom this conversationThis cold-hot feelingIs an unpleasant sensationMy voice is tightMy mind’s a messI can’t think What do I say next? I feel so awkwardWhy did I speak?I usually stay quietBut it’s not because I’m weak I’ve just turned into a nervous wreck I promise next time I’ll try to keep my thoughts in check