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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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
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
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
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...
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 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
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 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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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 cryIt 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.