A Letter to the Freshmen
Elizabeth Gartland, Student Contributor
March 4, 2019
To Whom It May Concern: High school. You walk the halls and look around. With others you try to find comfort High school may start with a bit of discomfort Maybe you don’t yet know where you belong Maybe you find your smile in a frown Or maybe you’re alive with energy ...
Placement in December
Elizabeth Gartland, Student Contributor
March 4, 2019
Home in December is a time for the grown to fly and drive home A time for the snow to blow cold And a time to slide back into the family mold The mold that wears smiles and works well together Each member holding a heart with the weight of a feather Never showing the public the tether wh...
Me and Perfection
Blake Emerich, Creative Writer
March 1, 2019
Me and perfection, that's an impossible dream Inception’s an infection, if you know what I mean Me and Perfection, that’s an unlikely scene But I still chase after her like she’s all that I need Running circles around her so fast, I can barely breathe Poetry...
Poetry: Cold Heart
Kennedi Lulloff, Student Contributor
January 23, 2019
A cold heart seems hard to crack how do you get beneath the many layers of ice? a fear of warmth seems to be the case why, a doctor is not the answer to this illness a snowy outer rim serves as a harsh barrier who could ever hold such a chilling heart? a...
Poetry: Pieces
Kennedi Lulloff, Student Contributor
January 23, 2019
A fallen piece of paper a broken pencil a discarded gum wrapper a forgotten eraser They are common they are unwanted they are never remembered they are trash Yet they all once were used yet they all once were important yet they all once were significant yet they all once served their purp...
Poetry: Oh My Darling
Kennedi Lulloff, Student Contributor
January 23, 2019
Oh my darling A challenge that cannot be defeated A head wave that cannot be treaded A weight that cannot be lifted A quest that cannot be beat A cut that cannot be healed Oh my dear I know that you are burdened I know that you are troubled I know that ...
Poetry: What Am I
Kennedi Lulloff, Student Contributor
January 23, 2019
Society defines me as beautiful, what am i Society defines me as inadequate, who am i if looks are liars, what am i If looks are fools Losing my identity in the war of beauty, what am i Losing my identity in the war of health, who am i If it’s wrong to ae, what am i If it’...
For the Tired Student
Elizabeth Gartland, Student Writer
February 19, 2018
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
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
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
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
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...
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