Miss O'Shea's Creative Writing students share personal pieces of work
The Oxford Dictionary defines depression as “feelings of severe despondency and dejection.” Yet what the textbook definition fails to tell you is that depression is 6 o'clock feeling like 7, 8, and 9 o'clock, when only 3 minutes have passed. You stare at the ceiling fan for hours, watching every blade rotate individually. You are entwined with your bed on an atomic level, and when those two atoms split massive amounts of energy can be released. Yet you remain intimate with your bed sheets, because in this cold world THAT is the only thing that provides you warmth. These two atoms grow closer and closer, pulling you deeper and deeper into the crater that is your mind. We see massive amounts of energy, but this time, it's all negative. And this time you can't escape. Because this time, you let it win. A cure for this all? Yeah right. Maybe a pitiful “look on the bright side” when all you want to do is close your eyes and go to sleep. But I know you can live a happy ending. This is just a semicolon in your life; your life isn't over, a new one has just begun. So this time, do it right.
What the Oxford dictionary defines correctly is anxiety: “worry, unease, nervousness.”
Recently I discovered that the average human life has approximately 2 billion heart beats. With anxiety, it feels as if all 2 billion heart beats are cramped into one moment. You feel helplessly out of control of every detail around you. But these details are anything but miniscule. They are grand, and complex. They pierce your brain with negative thoughts, eat you alive, and crawl through your skin, and this, and that… And you're spiraling again, you're rambling, you're shaking, and your hands are sweating. And all you can do is fuel the fire. The helplessness set in and now, you have to wrestle alone with your thoughts. What will you do? Sink or swim?
The topic I chose to write about is. “Write about something only you can write about.” Any human can write about depression and anxiety. So “you” isn't the reader. YOU are the writer, and I, well I haven't figured that out yet. But I went and got measured, my waist, my shoulders. And this, all of this is specifically tailored to me. Only I can wear the burden that is my depression and anxiety. Only I can feel the honor of the triumph of my tribulations. And only I can tell my story of many tears.
"I See a Bird" by Vinicius P. Vieira (12th)
Orange
A hundred shades of orange
Culminating to create a
Fire
A fire revolving around
One singularity
These blazing strokes paint
The shape of feathers
Oh… I see it
There is a bird
Amidst the blazing scorch
Of a single color
I see it so clearly
It stands strong
Looking ahead in the fire
It stands so majestic
Is it a Phoenix standing amidst the flames?
A spirit bird relishing its freedom?
Or just a bird painted in one color?
It could be something else entirely
No matter what it may be
I see only a bird
"The Red Studio, Henri Matisse" by Edwin Rivera (12th)
A red room with a lively atmosphere,
But no-one inside
Maybe the painter is outside looking at
the world's monotonous cycle
Wondering when this Artist’s block shall end
A red room teeming with life
A statue within the grasp of nature
A body sleeping with the stars
People basking in the sunlight at the beach
The clear skies of another world
A red room with a perfect scene
A room filled with other worlds
A room where simple and complex collide
A room that shall end this Artist’s block
"What is it to be young?" by Camber Beverage (12th)
Oh! To be young again!
To feel like you can fly-
To be able to forget the world around you
and take a leap of faith off o the wall of reality.
Oh! To be young again!
To not be afraid of falling-
To be able to risk scraped knees and palms
Because you know Mamma and Poppy will patch you back up.
Oh! To be young again!
For the world to be but a blur-
Inconsequential to your existence-
Simply revolving around you.
Oh! To be young again!
To be blissful-
To smile from ear to ear-
To play like the world isn’t crumbling around us.
Oh! To be young again!
"A Storm on a Mediterranean Coast" by Karly Rogers (12th)
The storm is brewing
while
the sea is
crashing.
Our ship is rocking
side to side
I Hold on tight
to the railings nearby
Praying this storm
will pass.
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Some of us didn’t make it
Others fought for
their lives.
Roaring winds
pick up
this storm
Will soon pass
As blue skies appear
Winds
pick up
Angry waves
crash back
into land
Oh Lord save us
Save us at once
"Nature" by Yahir Gonzalez Torres (12th)
Under no obligation to its inhabitants
Clouds roll, waves crash, the sun shines
She does not stop, no, not on sorrowful days,
No, not on Sundays, the day of rest, not on
The most beautiful Mondays. Her life rolls on
Forevermore. Her waves soar.
Foamy claws sink us beneath. Fear
Topples mountains. Calm after
The storm. Debris scattered; souls washed away. Her sun will shine another day,
Many more to come. Mountains will tower over seas. Debris will clear. What’s yet to fear.
All honor ceases. Under you we will all perish, beneath your beautiful roots.
On the face of you, Great Mother, all wars end.