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Mirror Mirror

Charcoal Pencil Art, Alyssa De Araujo Silva

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by Beatrix Poukkula

Hating, I step into these halls.

I don’t want to try again.

I don’t care for this place.

I walk amongst many.

They know what to do. They have plans.

I take a second look around at the halls.

Art hung and people talking.

I breathe once knowing I will care and

Will be forced to leave these halls.

In that distant time, by force.

Thinking

By Anonymous

Insecure Confident

I wish I had hair like hers, mine is so

dead and short.

I love her hair, it’s so long and

matches her eyes.

“Hey your hair is so pretty”

The outfit she has on today

matches so perfectly, it’s way better than mine.

Her shirt is adorable with those jeans,

I should wear an outfit similar

tomorrow.

“I love your outfit today”

I look tired, I need more makeup

to look as pretty as other girls, like her.

I should ask her what products she

uses that I don’t, her makeup

looks flawless.

“Your makeup looks perfect today”

Soon after walking through

the halls of my school, I find my class and

begin working sadly and unmotivated.

Soon after walking through the halls of my school,

I continue to smile while entering my next

class happily greeting my friend

Charcoal Pencil Art

by Sarah McWiIliams

Charcoal Pencil Art

by Amelia Harrington

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By Anonymous

I am light.

I am dark.

We can change the way people see things

I make things visible.

I can make things disappear.

I make them seem simple.

I make them seem scary.

We change your perspective.

I reveal the truth.

I hide the truth.

I show reality.

I allow your imagination

to take over.

But for some reason,

only one of us is feared.

Better Luck Next Time (Click here to read)

By Ben Willis

I’ve been staring at myself for so long

Trying to figure out what’s wrong

I lie to myself: “I’m not desperate for attention”

But I’d die for a mention

Past is regret but I’d go back and do the same

Why do I keep playing this game

Shower me with love so I pretend like I’m something

Get hyped, over-ripe, need a new fling

I stay looking strong but it’s more than I can bare

And there’s still lice in my hair

Yet no one will care

Every sight is rare

Why should I keep starving myself thin?

When there’s never a chance that I’ll win

But I’m addicted to sin

Shedding more tears than my skin

And my hair’s getting thin

I don’t think I’ll fit in

When I would talk to myself

I’d say “You’re on the top shelf”

Now I know it’s a mess

Trapped to obsess

So they see me as less

Still in the cycle

I just want to live but I don’t see a way out

Family tells me “This is life, so go pout.”

“Too bad, get over it.”

“Don’t throw a fit.”

So now in hell I sit

Next, I’m going to repeat and choke on my vanity

I think I’m losing sanity

I try to stay discreet

Running on the street

Crushed seashells on my feet

I swear on the keys, I always try

But every effort is just met with a sigh

Fine.

Better luck next time!

Cover Me

By Anonymous

What if my whole world

falls apart?

I’ll hold it all together

What if I’m alone and

can’t see my way

home?

I’ll light your way

What if they come

after me?

I’ll protect you

What if I can’t

do it?

You can

Never Perfect

By Anonymous

I am summer

I am winter

We are opposites.

I am always too hot. I am always too cold.

There is never a perfect

temperature.

I have rain and sun.

I have snow.

Kids drink lemonade and

go swimming

Kids drink hot chocolate and

play in the snow

Children play outside.

Pop music is playing during

the pool party.

Christmas music is playing

while decorating the tree.

It is summer vacation.

It is winter vacation.

There is no school.

Everyone misses the snow

and Christmas.

Everyone misses the beach

and the 4th of July.

I am never appreciated until

gone.

Charcoal Art, Self-portrait, Jefflyn Sahn

Charcoal Pencil Art, Jaycee Comeau

Separate Athletes

By Anonymous

Basketball player Soccer player

Wake up excited for practice

At the house getting my shoes,

And my basketball rushing to get to the car. At the house getting my cleats,

and my soccer ball

Get to the court

Get to the field

Lace-up my shoes and get out there

Scoring buckets in the hoop

Scoring goals in the net

Working to make it to the Boston Celtics

Working to make it to Arsenal

Want to make it for my family

Need to keep working

Go home and shoot some hoops

Go home and dribbled the ball

Without Basketball…

Without Soccer...

I don't feel like I've done anything in life.

Charcoal Pencil Art, Taylor Morrison

Charcoal Pencil Art, Sarah McWilliams

He's Gone

By Anonymous

Mother Child

He’s finally gone.

Daddy’s leaving…

The police are here.

Who are these people?

They’re taking him away.

We’re safe.

I’m scared…

My daughter is upset.

I hate my mommy.

Am I a bad parent?

Why’d she make Daddy leave?

Life sucks.

Will she forgive me?

Why’s Mommy sad?

Maybe I should’ve had him stay.

I forgive my mommy.

I love you, you’re all I have left.

Header Art by Cameron Gutierrez

Cover Image by Julianna Hodgdon

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Published February 16th, 2024

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Thinking

Charcoal Pencil Art

Charcoal Pencil Art

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Better Luck Next Time (Click here to read)

Cover Me

By Anonymous

Never Perfect

By Anonymous

Separate Athletes

By Anonymous

He's Gone

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