I. Evy Holmes
What is your life? Describe
you in seventy-two
syllables or fewer:
Well, I would say, “Dragons.”
Nothing means more to me
than my baby dragon.
Her name is Echo. She’s
my spirit animal.
She rarely ever moves
unless she’s hungry, and
she really likes to nap.
Oh, and I go to school.
II. Sara Lundeen
What do you want to be
after you graduate?
I’d want to be a whale,
maybe an alien
with fiery orange hair
and light violet skin,
but I guess I’ll settle
for being a person
that puts up with people’s
stupidity, hot tea,
and really bad tasting
cherry cough medicine.
III. Olivia McCain
What have I accomplished?
I learned to take selfies;
to strive for perfection,
good writers never stop.
I can polish my work
like I polish my nails.
I can write to music,
and still I remain sane.
I’m not afraid to share;
to open up my mind.
The hardest part of this
is leaving it behind.
IV. Abby Waldo
Will I ever be more
than just a basic girl?
Black leggings and tan Uggs;
my daily uniform.
Re-watching episodes
of Grey’s Anatomy,
sipping on my Starbucks:
a pumpkin spice latte.
All this is part of me;
I never want to change.
I express my feelings
through dog filter selfies.
V. Abby Cleveland
What color is my life?
Brushing with red toothbrush
watching Orange alone
bread with yellow butter
trying on green short shorts
sleeping in my blue bed
reading indigo books
wearing violet glasses
failing my white math test
watching Black on TV.
VI. Jade Gonzalez
My shimmering sky high
thoughts mix ditch deep doubts churned
in hurricaned chaos
into sweet nothing crumbs.
Screamed whispers dabble in
acoustic collages
between my ringing ears.
Are the voices in your
head this loud, too? Scary
how common sensations
can differ among souls
holding mental time bombs.
VII. Tessa Wagener
And after these two weeks,
I’m still stuck on writing.
The people around me,
create brilliant things,
but Gary keeps talking,
and I lose my focus,
forced to write this dumb piece.
Please, help! When is break time?
VIII. Maddie Cervera
Where am I going? Mom
stands on paper mountains,
stressing for decisions.
My dad pretends I am
still in the sixth grade. He
acts as if we have years
and years to make choices.
My mom would love to see
me become a doctor;
maybe someday I will,
but the pressure could eat me
alive before I can.
IX. Liv O’Clair
I am the Snapchat queen.
‘Lemme take a selfie.’
Night or day, I have more
than twenty Snapchat streaks.
‘Use all of the filters,’
that's what I like to say.
‘Just remember, no one
appreciates a fake.’
My Story is always
screenshotted by the boys.
I just have one question,
‘Hey, fam, what’s your Snapchat?’
X. Jasmin Wengler
Why does the world exist?
Was it made for humans,
who destroy it daily.
Perhaps we are all not
meant to be and the Earth
was made simply to be
forgotten, floating in
the blackness of space! I
want to matter. I want
more than just birth and death,
the inevitable.
XI. Anna Stenka
Who am I? As I leave
home, I question the things
I’ve known. ‘Where should I go?”
and ‘Where do I belong?’
My only solace: I
know I am not alone.
So I’ll pack up beanies,
glass angels, and paintings,
leaving my past in dust.
I’m in no rush to find
these answers, instead I’ll
live life in enigma.
XII. Cora Lu Welton
Wearing a raspberry
beret, I sip sweet tea
and cry on my laptop.
Grey’s Anatomy is
real this season. Without
Yukon, my creative
juices run dry. How will
I write? Thoughts of nothing
but Boston, and what I
will leave behind, and the
future dominate my
restless mind. This is it.