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The Eyes of Persephone
The Eyes of Persephone
By: Sena Koneru
Senior Year
Senior Year
By: Ava Diaz
Bright eyed and hopeful, we started our year;
Plans to make memories with each other.
Excited and smiling from ear to ear;
Capturing moments of one another.
Events like Prom, Senior Brunch, and Word Day
Supposed to keep everyone together
Before heading close by or far away.
Friends by me, there's nothing I can't weather.
Now through devices, phones, tablets, and Zoom
We can communicate and keep in touch
And act as if we are in the same room.
Didn't realize friendship meant so much.
Even though our dreams didn't go as planned,
We will meet again soon friend, hand in hand.
Summer Awaits
Summer Awaits
By: Anonymous
Summer awaits us with a flowering breeze.
With waves crashing in the distance,
Skies seem endless and blue.
The sun eventually disappears under the horizon,
With many more days to come.
The Kite
The Kite
By: Laura Mejia
Remnants of Spring
Remnants of Spring
By: Madeline Hilker
The Blossom of Spring
The Blossom of Spring
By: Madeline Hilker
Me
Me
By: Analise Guerrero
The person sitting over there, by themselves
That’s me
I don’t have to be part of the group
I don’t have to fit your description of what I should be
Because I’m me
You don’t have to like me
Just let me be me
I’m my own person and I can make my own decisions
I don’t need someone to make them for me
I have fire in my eye that you don’t see
Passion inside me that you cannot understand
All of this is inside me
But all you see is someone just sitting there
You don’t know everyone
Because everyone’s story is different
Even yours
The Weeping Trees
The Weeping Trees
By: Anonymous
I remember the day when I saw her
She stood there hunched over
Her dress was covered in green
The wind swaying the curves and ruffles
Her eyes were as emerald as the oceans on a cool summer’s day
They shined brighter than the sun when the beach was a blazed
Her voice as pure as the mountain’s tips covered in snow
Yet she wept
And wept
And wept until the snow was melted and the clouds rolled over.
There stood a lady
A mademoiselle amongst the ordinary
She sat on the land with her beauty submerged in her palms
She never once looked to the sky
She never even saw the stars
All she saw was the nature of what laid beyond the soil
I remember the day when I saw her
A mysterious beauty whose face shielded by her hands of green
She wept and she wept
When I asked her,
“Why do you weep when you are filled with beauty?”
She said nothing and continued to weep
She stayed there as time flew beyond her
She swayed until she finally slept
And I still ask,
“What made a beauty like her weep until her last breath?”
Moonlight
Moonlight
By: Karen Palacios
Mixed Emotions
Mixed Emotions
By: Brianna Berlanga
The Library Book
The Library Book
By: Cristina Kiefaber
it was fun to read for awhile
to enter a new world full of possibilities
little did you know i would have given you everything
but once you were done
i was put back on the shelf
pages torn and stains on my cover
until the next came along
wanting to read my pages
and i let them
because maybe they could fix the damage you did
passed around
but never owned
never kept
just a temporary high
to satisfy your loneliness
and while i have stories behind my story
you will never see them
because you never cared enough
to take care of my pages
Golden Gate Bridge
Golden Gate Bridge
By: Anonymous
Secondary Happiness
Secondary Happiness
By: Anonymous
I used to be the main character in my movie
I used to make all the calls
and have the cameras pointed at me
now I’ve become a secondary character in my own motion film
watching from the sidelines hoping I will get screen time
I went from superhero to commercial break
I don’t remember when it started
when I lost control over my own film
I let myself be pushed into the background
seen but not heard
once I realized what role I was given
it was too late
I let myself be lowered into rock bottom
let people slowly take over my script until I didn’t have a word
maybe the people weren’t the problem
maybe it was the fact I let myself go
buried parts of my self to make other happy
maybe I was never important
I was always the side character
that thought they were something more
no one likes a mouthy side character
but everyone was happy with their characters
their scripts long and emotional
with scenes they would never forget
I want to be happy
I want a scene where I realize that I belong somewhere
I brought it up one time
in the pursuit of happiness
the last attempt to be seen
everyone on set gave me a pitiful smile
all reciting the same script directed to me
haven’t you figure out by now that
your happiness is second to everything.
Always a Maybe
Always a Maybe
By: Analise Guerrero
The day it happened I was confused
I didn’t understand, and I was angry
I didn’t want this to happen, but I knew it would
We just have two different perspectives on things now
The reason for this;
I don’t know
Maybe it's for us to grow, explore, branch out…maybe…maybe…maybe
There is always a maybe but never an answer
Seeing the way things were and how they are now
I know I made the right choice
I choose not to get hurt and live a happier life
I choose to be myself and I choose to be what I wanted
I thought you were supposed to help me with that
I was wrong
I thought you were someone special to me, someone I could call friend
But it just ended.
Inspiration
Inspiration
By: Lauren Zacho
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