For the Tired Student
Elizabeth Gartland, Student Writer
February 19, 2018
Filed under Poetry
Yeah life can get rough Somedays you just want to give up But on those days remember you are tough On those days you might have to tell your brain to just shut up Yeah there are definite mood killers Times when you struggle to even move But that’s when you have to grasp life’s thri...
The Writing Effect
Elizabeth Gartland, Student Writer
February 19, 2018
Filed under Poetry
A pen and paper kind of user. Puts the earbuds in and finds a comfy seat. Listens to the kind of music they find real neat. Bopping their head along to that familiar beat. A pen and paper kind of user. Takes down an idea to truly savor it. Finds the pen they call their favorite. ...
Please Tell Society
Marissa Hart, Assistant Editor-in-Chief
February 21, 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry
Please tell society I love my body If given a chance to trade I'd say why betray? The one who's fought to heal my cuts To take in oxygen and release thoughts Of dreams and hopes where I see myself But only there does my body dwell Please tell society I love my ethnicity Proud...
Old Soul
Marissa Hart, Assistant Editor-in-Chief
February 21, 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry
I am an old soul Stuck in a new generation With technology eyes And fake smiles Flustered by the black air While it coats my lungs Drowning in a mucus of the old I am an old soul wanting much more Than what's left next door Vacant faces With lonely graces A new child...
If Only He Knew
Marissa Hart, Assistant Editor-in-Chief
February 21, 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry
If only he knew How much I cared To sell my heart To lose my hair If only he knew How I slept at night Rolled in fright 'Tis my goodnight If only he knew How much I cared From the smallest weep To the grimmest glare If only he knew My soul is gone My heart painted By...
Bitter Sweet Clarity
Marissa Hart, Assistant Editor-in-Chief
February 21, 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry
You told me it would be ok So I just sat and prayed The bitter sweet melody Swept through my soul You told me it would be ok So I just watched the rain drop away Gazed at the moonlight I slept with fright The bitter sweet reality Will always be with me You told me it would...
An English Student’s Plea
Frank Slavinsky, Staff Writer
February 16, 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Showcase, Student Life
Where is the life Where is the color Where is the character How can I write How can I think How can I make Here in this dull room Here in this dull space Here in this dull scape Write words of adventure Write words of conviction Write words of value There is no adventure There is no convictio...
Timeless Treasures
Elizabeth Gartland, Student Life Editor
November 14, 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Student Life
Bounce one, two, three, four as the ball goes up she smacks it to the floor. Her life a constant blizzard, a blur, never knowing what events might occur. Into the classroom she walked, she taught, and at home the family rarely fought. Children of hers were loud and behaved. In her he...
Poetry: Hello There, Dear
Charley Hrobsky, Creative Writer
January 20, 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Student Life
Hello there Dear, I want you to know I want to wait while you live your life. I’ll live mine over here in the corner just reading book after book. You go live yours. Travel the world. Kiss all the girls (but not too many). Cry at the chick flicks then laugh it off with yo...
This Lullaby
Charley Hrobsky, Editorial Editor
November 11, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Student Life, Uncategorized
Sleep now Darling, whisk away from scraped knees bee stings that linger words of stones and sticks that cackle at you. Darling, sit high and proud in the willow tree sway along the breezes hear the creaks feel the cracks that show the shimmering soul open your eyes...
Real Life Mean Girls
Charley Hrobsky, Editorial Editor
October 25, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Student Life
Girl, Walking down halls might be fun for you among the eyes of peers who all want pieced of you, but what happens when you have no more pieces? For others we want the cloak of invisibility to glide by the times and fly out of the prison that strangles our personality. Girl,...
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