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STAFF
Angie Andrade
Gloria Barrett
Shannon Chalmers
Catherine Colby
Sam Diggins
Zoe Fraize
Brittany Herrmann
Kaley Jean
Maddie Kelly
Lois Johnston
Summer McPherson
James Mello
Julia Olsen
Kyran Searles
Olivia Wood
Editor
Kaylee Levine
Cover Art
Jessica Silva
Advisor
Naomi Halvorson
Special Thanks
Larry Brown
Ken Johnson
Jan Moynihan-Cooney
Table of Contents
Ally Atkinson……..38
Hana Bafageeh……..6
Gloria Barrett……..17
Madison Bayes……..43
Sydney Bishop……..34
Kelly Boland……..43
Kelly Bourque……..5, 15
Kajsa Buckard……..8
Jessica Bulow……..10
Catherine Colby……..43
Jesse Covatis……..4
Matthew Daneau……..14
Cheyanne DeMattia……..29
Hannah DeSimone……..42
Sam Diggins……..40
Maisie Elias……..27
Amanda Falcone……..37
Brittany Fisher……..41
Kasey Foster……..24
David Gain……..25-26
Trevor Gay……..22
Taylor Gilliam……..38
Kelsea Goodrow……..42
Andrew Glick……..31
Naomi Halvorson……..16
Brittany Herrmann……..35-36
Kaley Jean……..19
Lois Johnston……..20
Sierra Jones……..13
Maddie Kelly……..39
Kaylee Levine……..18, 42
Raithe Liberty……..23
Isabella Lyonnais……..4
Julia Olsen……..37
Jackie Petrocelli……..9
Jennifer Petz……..21
Kyle Sanborn……..11-12
Sarah Sibley ……..32
Elizabeth Tibbitts……..30
Joe Valley…….. 28
Josh Vitchkoski……..33-34
Tabby Whatcott……..31
Grace Zona……..7
4
Fist
So much depends
upon
The thick red liquid
that
The fist in
our chests
Pumps through our
Empty veins
-Jesse Covatis
A New England Moment
It was a misty October morning and I was walking home from a nearby
store. Out of the corner of my eye I saw rows of large red apple trees
and a snoozing barn across the field. It was so quiet, I could almost
hear the flowers awakening to the sunrise. The only sound around was
the cooing of morning doves. Suddenly, the gentle meek smell of
woodstove filled the air, and was wisped around by the cool brisk
breeze.
-Isabella Lyonnais
5
Darkness Emptiness
Pain it
sneaks right through
a Down
ward spiral (a Bro
Ken snail shell)
Beautiful Illusion
through blurred vision
(behind my Tears)
life twists and turns (a
Fatal tornado)
DisTortEd DReAm
Illusion of my Nightmare
f
a
l
l
i
n
g A
MAELSTROM of Pain and
Misery
Nothingness
Beginning of the
End. -Kelly Bourque
6
Since When
I can remember being little
and not able to see above the kitchen counter.
Since when have I gotten so tall?
Or when I kissed my daddy before work everyday
just for good luck.
Since when have those cheeks turned
to other lips?
I used to love going to Grama and Gramps house
where we would play in the park.
Since when have they ever slept
for this long?
We would have family reunions
and talk about what happened while being young.
Since when has that age
tripled?
They said to savor the years that I’m young
but I’d never listen.
Since when have I missed those years
they call childhood?
-Hana Bafageeh
7
My Personal Anthem I believe we take what we have for granted. Overlooking the good that we do have and focusing on the bad. I think we all need to start moving. moving forward. Moving our attention to what we have. Families are like wolves. We stick together in packs, together as one. Many people don’t have families; just lone wolves. Taken, lost or destroyed. America’s rights, the rights of America our ability to go to school, we complain, while other countries are thirsty for education. Freedom. Freedom is like the wind, It blows right past us, and we don’t even know it’s there. Our freedom to safely walk outside our homes. The freedom to have a home. I believe we need to open our eyes, take a look around us. See what we do have instead of what we don’t. Taking advantage of what’s there instead of what’s not. We don’t realize the real beauty of America, and all of its grand abilities. So take a moment. Breathe out the bad. Inhale the good. Take a look around you, A real, good look. You may find yourself, seeing what you hadn’t seen before. -Grace Zona
8
Lily of the Valley
I believe.
I believe life is like a set of stairs.
Nobody can build it
from the top down.
All of us have to start from the ground-
work ourselves up
I believe each of us can get up there
touch the sky
and visit the sun
I believe each of us start on the same level.
I believe we can’t start to build
until we find ourselves.
I believe each of us need the same thing.
I believe health is the golden key.
I believe life is like the bells on a lily of the valley-
one bell does not create the flower,
you need all of them.
Therefore,
I fight as the lion
So I can swim as a swan.
I value to the ability to play with my future kids.
I value a high powered job and always
letting my creativity dance with the wind.
I believe in the strong heart and
amazing health
to be the key
to the purest love.
Therefore,
9
Sunset Sea Navigating the D e P t H s of the once beautiful sea, Under (suffocating) neath struggle to find a single HAND: to pull you up. the violet sky so close… inches to surface. a reach to you, but it is of contrary purpose. Pulled down. Goodbye sunset sea. -Jackie Petrocelli
10
A Mountain
A mountain is a sea of Blue,
(Whirling up and
Down
To and fro)
Rippling like a tide.
Reaching for heaven
(and formed a long
Time ago)
A mountain stands still.
A mountain has dips and peaks
(running up and
Down
Across the land)
Like a wave in the ocean
Blue
-Jessica Bulow
11
Finding Myself
I have found myself
being on the stage.
My guitar is my only companion.
Fingers numb, sweat dripping down my face,
I feel so alive.
I find the fan size growing,
Getting the recognition I wanted.
My career finally takes off.
At least that’s what I thought.
All I see is hate
entering the industry.
A heavily guarded city
among the bright stars.
I can see in the distance.
I have to build a bridge
across the river of subpar.
Everything is behind me.
I am chained to wall,
only taking advice from them.
To the royalty no one can avoid,
I devote my time.
I cover song after song,
It will never work.
I pick my favorite song,
I have tried it before,
but let the lover’s luck be left alone.
I try time after time,
I am blinded by the light,
it was only a dream.
(continued on the next page)
12
It was only a dream,
I am blinded by the light.
I try time after time,
but let the lover’s luck be left alone.
I have tried it before.
I pick my favorite song,
it will never work.
I cover song after song.
I devote my time
to the royalty no one can avoid
only taking advice from them.
I am chained to wall,
everything is behind me.
Across the river of subpar,
I have to build a bridge.
I can see in the distance,
among the bright stars,
a heavily guarded city.
Entering the industry,
all I see is hate.
At least that’s what I thought.
My career finally takes off,
getting the recognition I wanted.
I find the fan size growing.
I feel so alive.
Fingers numb, sweat dripping down my face.
My guitar is my only companion.
Being on the stage,
I have found myself.
-Kyle Sanborn
13
Anxiety I don’t want to be bad again, Yet is it fair that all I want is to move breath feel live unrestricted But something inside me holds me down screaming “You Can’t” into my face & every waking moment I am fighting a demon. Wanting to speak but he holds my tongue searching for a lifeline, No longer a reason to keep rising My hands are bruised & slipping No matter how much I claw this chasm still tries to engulf me while he strapped a burden to my back vultures waiting mind caving. There’s a little yellow sun drop in my grasp promising light a smile a laugh but it’s really all deceit with a crutch Killing off bits of my soul as I dive deeper Into an Oceanic abyss pressure further down blurring my vision with an attractive silence,… Every Morning I fight this battle with every breath I’m taking I am suppressing the shaking Straight to my core I desire to be better end the battle. Yet he’s back tugging my hair pulling my clothes while all my energy, my whole being goes into a tiny almost inaudible whisper “Yes I can.” -Sierra Jones
14
The Cycle
A cycle starts and ends, through time and space, its lasting
impressions never ceasing nor yielding. Some cycles are deadly, full
of mistreatment and perhaps one of the most difficult to break, like
one attempting to push back the currents of the ocean. I had the
misfortune of seeing its effects quite recently. The situation went
like this:
The voices heard were of tongues I knew of others long
ago. Time passed slowly, and the world around me seemed to blur.
It was the Cycle. My fellowmen and classmates had become what
they had once despised. Oh, what irony these people were
fulfilling! It was The Cycle, The Cycle. For a moment, I remembered
the beginning of the school year of 2011, when I was a freshman. It
was then, on the first pep rally of the year, when the booing of the
classes standing before me was like a direct slap in the face. It was
The Cycle, The Cycle.
As I returned from this flashback, I looked at the freshman
in a sudden realization. That soon, they would be like my
fellowmen, and I was once like them, and they will cause The Cycle,
The Cycle. How strange a concept! The victims become the
supporters, and supporters create the victims, in one deadly, deadly
Cycle. Then, without fully realizing what I was doing, I began to clap,
clapping as raucously as I could. A friend of mine (I do not
remember which) put his hand on my shoulder, and said something
to me. I could not hear what he said, but his meaning was clear;
STOP.
-Matthew Daneau
Strawberry Lip Gloss
Strawberry lip gloss perfects the smile
each tear hides behind
But these gaping wounds will never fade from
red to pink
The darkness lurking inside bursts
Seeping through sweaty pours
scorching me from the inside out
The stains on my naked skin reveal
the scalding heat beneath me but nothing,
not the darkest red crimson or the brightest
crystal tear, dare to compare to the chasm
inside me.
This so called life a metal bullet rips through
each fiber of my being
Muscles Tearing
heart beating
heart bleeding
not a reason to keep breathing
crimson chest
purple lips
distant eyes
bloody hips
lights die out there’s nothing left but the slowing
beats of my crying heart
each beat weaker then the last
until the very sounds of life itself
is but the faint tick tock of the
broken clock
slowing
slowing
until stop
time runs out and all that's left
is a broken body smudged with running
mascara and puffy cheeks but no
one dares to look past the
strawberry lip gloss. -Kelly Bourque
15
16
A Supermarket in My Dreams
I have a book that defines dreams.
Dreams of falling mean a loss of control.
Dreams of flying mean freedom and power.
Dreams of great grams happily cooking
in her steamy warm kitchen symbolize
feelings of safety and security.
I do not have those dreams.
I dream of grocery shopping.
Navigating isles of cereal, crackers and paper towels.
Squeezing grapes
Studying apples for bruises
Pitying the lobsters stacked claw to tail
in the murky tank.
It is a reoccurring dream of responsibility
so vivid that, at breakfast,
when I run out of Fruit Loops
I search the pantry – certain I picked up a box yesterday.
No?
Nothing.
Foiled again by the shopping dream.
How terribly boring is my life that
the precious opportunities to live
carelessly, recklessly-
to reach into the deeper realms of my
subconscious desires
results in dreams of double coupons and
Buy one get two free?
So, Whitman, which way does your beard point tonight?
Ginsburg and I are searching for fulfillment and Fruit Loops
In a neon supermarket.
At least you know the questions to ask and
He knows the helplessness of it all.
I, on the other hand, remain oblivious and empty
in the bread aisle
searching labels
for answers I don’t know the questions to.
-Mrs. Naomi Halvorson
17
The Palace of Mist
As you walk among trees in the dark blanket of night you come
across an open air building, large arc like structures make up the walls which
are made out of a black marble ornamented with strange patterns made
from a silver and slightly glowing thread. The floors are a glassy substance,
white and shimmering, seeming fragile but able to hold up to the weight of
many people. A very neat looking garden with a cobblestone path circles
around the front of the building stretching off into untamed wilderness
which seems to fade away as you look farther. As you walk into the building
you notice small bells and wind chimes hung up decoratively around the
space, but not even a lantern to provide light, only the slight glow of the
building's patterns and the starlight act as your guide. Your steps echo in the
almost cavernous amount of space and a low mist wisps around your feet,
engulfing the spaces that earlier footsteps took up.
An eerie feeling sends chills down your back, even though the
building and garden look well kept it doesn't seem as if anyone has
disturbed the hall in ages. You feel welcomed by some unseen force but the
structure still makes you uneasy and causes you to look over your shoulder
constantly. Despite the calm sound of the bells and the distant flowing of a
river the whole area is strangely silent, where you would expect bird calls
and the skittering noises of small animals only silence meets your ears.
Walking along the space seems to never end, it stretches and stretches the
air getting heavier and harder to take in, the glowing patterns seem to fade
away as the mist starts to rise from the floor up to the ceiling with a flowing
reach.
You don't seem to notice however, only concerned with finding the
end to this place and getting to the sound of the river on the other side,
which never seems to get any closer. The sound of the bells seems to now
fade away with the light coming from the structure and you unconsciously
stop in your tracks, the entirety of reality seems to fade away as everything
is shrouded in dark silence and you collapse to the floor.
-Gloria Barrett
18
Tongue Tied Teen
1st
period class
Talk, stutter, babble
Words fly too quickly with no control
I try to hide but I can’t.
The shrink says I’m fine, but I know I’m not.
I can’t speak like you real people.
My brain doesn’t work that fast.
Slurred
Sit, listen, watch.
Silence
Trapped with nowhere to turn
I have a question.
I try to speak but can’t
Jumbled letters
Reversed numbers
A=x or 1=2
I’m never going to know.
3:30 time.
Run home to my safe haven.
There it doesn’t matter.
Security.
Tell me the truth. I’m not fine anymore.
-Kaylee Levine
19
I Remember
I remember the laughs, the joy, the pain,
that we could share on any day.
I remember asking you—never leave me.
and my excitement of seeing you run towards me.
I remember walks around the pond out back,
the sun warming any breeze that came.
But now I just stare from the window.
remembering your shouts of joy in our adventures.
With you it was summer,
bright and green,
But now it is an everlasting winter,
bare and bleak.
You were my best friend,
for as long as I can remember.
And you always will be,
now and forever.
-Kaley Jean
20
Hell in the Blackheart You dragged her away from me She didn’t want to leave Forced against her will To the emptiness of hell I hide among your demons I sense their hunger and obedience Killing love With no love in themselves She belongs here Among the darkness inside her heart Who am I to argue The truth? Still, she looks for me Hoping I will take her away Bring light when it’s already there Taking away her happiness I won’t
Make her look in the mirror Alone Afraid To make matters worse You call upon your minions Closing her in Till she’s had enough When she fights Your demons cringe in pain Then there comes an understanding Between the two Now they’re friends But I still wait For her to understand That I won’t come When she does I see the real girl Less arrogant Aware of her light Now it’s time to go The only thing I hope Is she won’t hold a grudge Over the person Who left her to dust To face Her own black heart -Lois Johnston
21
Lost to the World alone to trudge the world (which is big and terrifying) to think that ) we (matter hopelessly small entirely lost the only company to guide us into the Unknown is the sky of the afternoon yet we are lost (and the sky dark) can we possibly find (or it find us) the way that we seek? there is no bravery or will to create your own path, Only the absence of a path to… …follow and so, like the crystals of the heart (which shine of the colors overhead), we tum- ble into this lost, cold World When did) we (begin the journey upon which) we (hope to matter? no one cannot fathom it enchanting, bewitching stars Forever/flowing/ and shaping sp r e a d in g ou t bre- -aking our chains that (hold) us (( to tight )) and threaten the footsteps behind us; Searching wonderland for a bit of Hope A bit of forgiveness, perhaps some CouRage And we clutch the cage that holds our souls b r e a t h----------- i n g with no such re(lease) the eyes are screaming yearning piercing thro----ugh just for a chance to see But have (i) found what (I) am searching for? -Jennifer Petz
22
A Man in a Blizzard
A trip. A long journey Thinking we’re one but couldn’t be more alone
Over the warm blue waves to find memories of joy and naïve excitement A boy leaves and a dove returns
Letters, Letters, Letters WE wait
i wait and wait
But no more, ended before it began The blue waves froze
Blinded by an invisible force i drove on and on Going into the blizzard alone, trying to save someone who isn’t there
But instead indoors, not knowing the turmoil outside The sting of the cold burns, but i burned stronger
YOU kept me going Both the poison and the antidote What have I become, my dear?
Full of self-delusion and anger, trying to reach out
YOU seemed so close……but yet you were always so far away For four years
What have I become, my dear? With these feelings horrid at times
What happened to the beauty i had inside of me?
Then, from sisters and unchained melodies until the crickets and buzzards hushed and the trees
began to wilt it finally it seemed i found you YOU, the one i had sought after all this time
i got sidetracked along the way and that killed me But, at last, amidst the swirling torrent of snow and ice
there you were Using all the fire left in my aching body
A hand was outstretched to meet yours, but nothing Yet another illusion
You were never within arm’s reach My love, i’m sorry
to have troubled you with this inconvenience For you there was never a blizzard, it never happened
Nothing more than a distant memory by now, a boy who couldn’t move on If i could start again….
I wish you no ill will. i wish you sunny skies and warm weather i wish you someone who will do anything, for the love of his life
i wish you success in everything you do And above all i wish you a good life
Please If nothing else. -Trevor Gay
23
Finally Free – Honoring the Lives of Bully Suicide Victims
I fail to see the complexity of your words.
Filling my mind with unneeded woes.
Killing my sanity.
Defeating my prose.
Ending my world.
Biting my throat.
When honestly, I’m probably the epitome of the weak
Jester of the useless
Lord of the meek.
Feeble attempts of defend my mistakes
Histrionic pleas to keep all that I make
When you –
Stomp me to the ground
Kick me when I’m down
Not a single look from this sadistic town.
Lamentable pities
Grating gears
Wretched cities
Cover my ears from all that I hear
To stop the tears that leer and reveal my fears.
Break my gaze on the last bit of hope
Keeping a sound mind is out of my scope.
I lose my touch
My ears
And my eyes
I’ve finally torn apart the disguise that life hides behind.
To this cruel joke I will never agree.
I’ve paid life’s fee.
And I’m finally
-Free-
-Raithe Liberty
24
The Sweetest Ending
Fall is the moment
Before (you) hit the ground
All the memories flash
In the brightest of colors just
Before they (fade)
The wind is
So cold
But the sun is warm
(and) the clouds are absent.
The candles only (shine) bright enough
To see the immediate path
Leaves have nothing
To ease their fall
But the icy ground beneath
But they jump
To their deaths
Every Year
Just to feel recognized
(one last time)
And deep breaths have never felt so shallow
As the distance to the ground
And you land
In the dullest of ways.
-Kasey Foster
25
My Personal Anthem (Slam Poem)
Why are my hands shaking from just being in front of everyone?
I don’t fear their criticism,
Because they really don’t know me,
So they can’t really judge.
Not that I should care if they do.
Nor do I need their approval,
I don’t care what they think of me,
So why am I so scared?
…
They’re just staring as if I have something important to say,
Like I’m some president they didn’t vote for
Giving a speech on a country we didn’t ask to fight for.
It’s like they stare because they don’t know where else to look,
Because obsessing at the boy shivering at the front of the room
Is far less controversial than staring at each other.
I’m not the voice of reason.
There’s no need to stare at me for the answers,
Because most of the time I’ll just ask you a question in return.
You’re like the small boy on the street corner shouting,
“What will the World do with this Great depression?”
And my only answer will be,
“Do you really care?”
I’m not the voice you hear at the back of your head;
I can’t be if I’m the one who tells not to listen to it.
If they want something soulful they won’t find it from me,
I’m just not the religious type.
Sure an anthem is like a hymn,
But I’m just switching out God for human logic and reason.
I do what I want to just because of that reason alone.
I won’t be stuck on this conveyer belt they have us on,
Forcing us in one direction,
While sticking parts on us that everyone in front of us has,
Reprograming us should we show any signs of uniqueness,
Just to finally force us out into a world we are not ready for,
To solve the problems that we were made for.
My life started out like a steel girder rising to meet the sky,
Forming a building that never asked to be built,
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That never wanted to be built.
And just before I should pierce the clouds and see a world that I dared to
dream,
I’m stopped short due to government restrictions and fire-code regulations,
Meant for my safety and wellbeing.
I don’t know why they continue to stare at me,
Because I won’t be talking to them anytime soon.
Not until they realize the answer does not lie in my prose,
But inside of them.
Others cannot help you because they do not truly know you.
If you want,
You take.
I just hope they realize this before the world they create,
Is crumbling down around them. I’ll have to move,
Because I don’t think they’ll stop staring anytime soon.
I don’t know what they would think they would get out of me,
By putting me up here.
Unless they assumed my silence would bring them hope.
I won’t say a word to these people,
Until they realize they have the power
To Start the Conversation.
-David Gain
27
Silver Lies (The Great Gatsby)
The grey clouds of dust surround me
As we duck and cover to avoid being seen
Our rifles-our only protection,
The ash-filled ground, our carpet.
But now I walk about the building I live within,
Decorated by silver picture frames and platters
That seem to remind me of satin sheets.
I fix my metal buttoned cuffs
As I walk along the grey cobblestone path.
I finally see her, elegantly positioned by the window.
As she watches the heavy rainfall
Something fell short of what I expected
Her silver necklace seemed to stop shining so bright
Time seemed to take an intermission
The smell of flower filled trees began to fade.
I did not recognize the vibrancy of her eyes as much as before.
So I walked back on the cobblestone path
Towards the place I do not consider home.
A silver palace, a silver tie, a silver life,
Laced with the memory and fear of grey beginnings.
-Maisie Elias
28
18
The Red
Baron,
a childhood of scarlet
flames,
blending
through the years.
Innocence
Reminder
of Christmas.
Family.
A childhood show I watched and
never
grew
too old for.
A little Birdie
A Brother
Guiding
Snoopii
Guiding…
ME
Ambitious
a life looking at
colorful skies
purple, orange, green
and all the others in between
Starting as bright
Shining
Stars
now only dark skies
a faded life
and many scars
No turning back…
Pitch Black
-Joe Valley
29
The Abuse of Paper
The crumpled paper
rolling on the ground
crackling and ripping
while it dodges rocks
Throwing it against the wall
with a slight whack against it.
Alas, someone steps on it
while it loosens and crinkles
until it is
flat.
-Cheyanne DeMattia
30
RUSH I watch as the words dash across the sky in bursting colors. It makes me dizzy trying to read the upward abyss, twirling crashing back down a pen between my fingers. I bite my lip and tap-tap-tap desperate to catch it before it’s I let the words pour down from the sky bright light. silence. crash-boom. Drenched in words dripping down my chin. It makes me scared trying to order the words flooding around my feet, frantically. I bit my bruised lip closed eyes, deep breath deep breath. And continue the work. Piercing together a body for a soul.
-Elizabeth Tibbitts
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Happiness is...
Happiness is his bright smile that lights not only the room, but also my
heart. It’s his blonde, poufy hair that perfectly frames his face-the picture
of handsomeness. He holds me and I have no troubles. We arrive at a
restaurant where we order up front, and for the order he leaves some
goofy name that is not his own. He knows exactly what I want to eat and
orders for me as I cling to him to stay warm-the cold seems to have
followed us inside. With the buzz of conversations looming all around us,
we sit and find ourselves in a similar state of chatter. Hours dance by,
effortless talk of life and family carries on as the food slowly finds its way
off our plates. We the sit in silence –a sound we can both properly
appreciate-as our dinner settles and we hesitantly prepare to go our
separate ways. But even as we part, happiness remains that unforgettable
“see –you-soon” smile that’s stuck in my head like gum on a shoe, as I
drive away filled to the brim with joy. I know true happiness once again-
thanks to him.
-Tabby Whatcott
Perfection
Unattainable, yet always sought
What pressure it places upon all
Whom seek it.
An immense infinite burden
To all whom strive to be prefect.
An unattainable hinder some goal.
-Andrew Glick
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Pieces of Me
I am from the pinky promises
Made when childhood was a kingdom
Where nobody died
I am from that killer line I heard every night when my mommy
would tuck me into
bed and say
“I love you and I’m so glad your mine”
I am from the hospital
Where I was born and my mother died
I am from the crystals that fall from the sky
I am from the people who left footprints on me
And swore they’d never leave
I am from the mountains and the snow on the trees
Cigarette burns and empty glasses broken on the floor
I am from the teenage wasteland
We are just water upon the shore
Picture a moment of happiness
A memory with no pain
Stars like shards of broken glass against the black night sky
As you look up and pray
I am from the constant hope that I will be happy one day
-Sarah Sibley
2014 MHS Celebrates Writing Week Winner
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Perspicacity
Striding, ambling, marching down the shoulders of an untouched mural
in constant pursuit of the She
The horizon.
A constitutional.
Hiking, prancing, traversing in a futile effort to find the freedom
from the man and the motor.
A perambulation.
If I must say it clear, I am walking
No, not clear, not here
It is watching, it is vigilant.
And it is vexation.
It cursed by gob with a strange vernacular
Unlike the blessed ones
Blessed in their ignorance
And I in my sod and dirt and forest and bane and malediction
and damnation and anathema!
Why, Perspicacity!?
Why does it hate me too, Perspicacity?!
Does it indulge its gluttony with my anguish?!
Am I its pleasure in my never ending plight to communicate
to the many, the blessed?!
Did I find it suitable to make myself educated for a purpose long since
perished in it self-gratification?!
And they would never hear the voices of man’s abnormal language
They never did venture out into the horizon
where the man was never heard.
Only question the unknown
For in a small forest in a small walk,
a single man found Perspicacity the tormentor
And Understanding the wrongdoer, and Perception the scourge
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But the blessed are the many
And the many are the blessed
And the many are the ignorant
And the blessed are the stupid
But they are the many
But they are the Earth cycling days
But there is no Perspicacity among them.
-Josh Vitchkoski
Total Relaxation
All I see is crystal clear teal water as I gaze upon an assortment of dazzling
colors on the bushes. Nothing but waves crashing on the sandy white
shore. I close my eyes and let the crumbling thunder of the seas fill my
ears and salt water air fill my nose. The breeze blowing through the trees
tunes everything out. With the sizzling sand beneath my feet I realize the
sand is like my bed, warm and soft and where I always want to be. I make
my way to the ocean and dip my toes into the warm luminous water and
watch the playful waves crash higher and higher. The waves seem to sing
a song as they crash upon the sand. Peering out into the never ending
amazement I step out of the water and the warm breeze turns cool as a
shiver runs over my body.
-Sydney Bishop
Body of Elements
Fire is born in my mouth
It devours me from the inside
and scalds those who scorn me
I try to trap it inside me,
bottle my flames, contain my inner furnace
but it must eventually erupt.
It incinerates those on the receiving end,
and burns them with a fiery passion,
like a volcano of anger.
But after its wrathful storm,
once all has calmed
it becomes a warm and soothing heat.
I use the gentle warmth
to heal the hurt I have caused
and bring serenity and peace
Earth is born in my brain
Its vines are my ever-growing imagination
and flowers are made of kind words.
I try to keep it trimmed and clean
Colorful and bright
but weeds must eventually grow
They infest my mental garden
with hurtful thoughts and sayings
and push against the walls of my brain.
But after I have pulled the weeds
and rid their cruelty from my head
it becomes a glowing garden again.
I think of all those nice thoughts
And the flowers bloom so brightly
bringing me and other happiness.
Water is born in my heart
Where the ebb and flow of waves
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I try to keep it clam and peaceful
Beautiful and clear and free
but it must eventually flood
It overflows my heart’s walls
bringing with it fierce hurricanes
that spill out of my eyes
But after its harsh barrage
once the pain and sadness has washed away
it becomes a cleansing shower
I wash myself of the bad emotions
and feel happy and refreshed
with the world back in order.
Wind is born in my soul
The zephyrs float on hope
and screeching gales are my freedom
I try to control it in me
Tame the wild beast it has become
but it must eventually escape
Its tornadoes decimate all
Bringing despair and destroying hope
all in one fell swoop.
But after I reign it in
and I have tamed in once more
it becomes a calming breeze.
I rebuild my internal landscape
Piece together futures made from dreams
and feel the soothing winds reassure me.
Fire, earth, water, and air
They all live inside me
and comfort me there.
-Brittany Herrmann 2014 MHS Celebrates Writing Week Winner
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The Return
Mother sits staring solemnly out the window. Caring for the baby, she’s
thinking about Daddy, I know it. “He’s gone away to war,” she said
once. “He will come back when it’s over,” she said. But Mother…
everyone else has come back. We’ve never a heard word from him. All
I’ve ever seen of him is the picture that stands in the hall. Mother,
Daddy’s not going to come back, is he?
-Julia Olsen
Deep in the Forest
I soak in the damp air as my ears ring with the cheerful chirping
of the crickets. The sweet songs of the birds in the branches
soothe me, as I sit on the cool rocks in the stream. I collect the
cherry red and ballet pink flowers into a small bouquet and I
notice the flopping frogs fleeing from rock to rock in the
stream. They rib-bit and croak, complimenting the birds and
crickets in their chorus. It starts to get chilly as I walk along the
plump path, filled with soft, cool mud. Leaving my sanctuary I
can’t help but feel complete bliss.
-Amanda Falcone
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The Embrace
Death was a body sitting in a funeral home surrounded by flowers that
provided little comfort. A body that I did not recognize at first due to the
lifelessness that it obtained. A body that belonged to my grandfather.
Someone who would come into my house with open arms to welcome you
with warm hugs. A body that I told my darkest of secrets to, who would
make me feel protected from everything. And as he lay in the funeral home
on that day, he portrayed someone that wasn’t my Pepe. This person
showed fragility that came from the cancer that overpowered him.
Something my Pepe would never show. And as I sat there staring at him, I
truly saw what the beast of cancer could do to a person. I watched hundreds
of people come through the doors to say their goodbyes. I received many
hugs from relatives and friends. But as I received each hug I felt even more
sorrow. And it was then that I realized that the confusion that overcame me
was knowing that the only hug I really wanted would never come.
-Taylor Gilliam
Purr
Happiness is the slow roar of a cat’s purr. He snuggles on your lap
without a care in the world as you absent mindedly stroke the top of
his head, feeling the soft and smooth fur. As his purr becomes louder,
his tail taps to a steady beat. Looking at his face you see the slight
curling of the whiskers while the corners of the mouth rise up into a
trusting smile. After a long day of sun bathing, stalking prey and
squeezing through small spaces he is so tired he could pass out. His
head begins to tuck into his body, tail moves over his eyes, breathing
slows and that loud rumbling purr turns into a quiet snore as he drifts
into blissful carefree sleep.
-Ally Atkinson
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Rebirth of Earth
Birds return on the
breeze that replaces
winter wind’s harsh burn
the sun will melt
the hearts that
froze themselves
flowers will grow
from stomachs, wrists,
ankles, and elbows
I promise spring will scare the beasts away
Perhaps you will grow bolder
as the warm air
makes peace with your shoulders
and maybe we’ll remember
how to dance
in the thunder
I’ve waited a year
For some form of renewal
Is it here?
Have faith that spring will scare the beasts away
-Maddie Kelly
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Timeless
I’m old school
And that makes me cool
Black and white and old TV
All that’s old will satisfy me.
Busted amps and broken guitars
The Beatles, Aerosmith, The Cars
It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s rock
The music will make me turn back the clock.
Old Broadway shows feel like new
Camelot, Mame and Star to name a few.
All the game shows—My favorite stars,
Betty White, Lucille Ball, Jack Parr
I’m an old soul in the new age
I think the classics are all the rage
What I like makes me unique
Yes, I know, I’m a retro geek.
-Sam Diggins
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Where I’m From I am from 2 sets of parents from Mom + Pap and Dad+ Steph I am from “love you more” and “you’re the worst sister ever” from siblings who always fight I am from a best friend who I call my sister from old pictures of cheerleading together I am from too many dogs from Daisy, Bubba, Giselle, and the “little Budooski” I am from 10 crazy aunts and 3 crazy uncles. From too many birthdays to remember. I am from music from long fingers on black+ white keys and vibrating vocal chords I am from pizza and macaroni & cheese from a plate of ketchup with a side of chicken nuggets I am from long hot summer days from swimming, tree climbing, and bikes in the sand pit I am from rock jumping from a pink cast for being careless I am from worms and snakes and the smell of fresh cut grass from grass stains on my new blue jeans I am from late nights waiting for Santa. from impatient kids who opened gifts while mom was asleep. I am from sad and happy memories from memories we want to forget I am from the past, living in the present, dreaming of what is to come. -Brittany Fisher
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Almost Famous
You may not know me
I might be nothing to you
Someday you will see.
The lights in the big city
Will soon, loudly, call my name
- Kaylee Levine
The Moon is on the Horizon
Raindrops fall swiftly,
Onto bright yellow plastic
Racing down the slide.
-Hannah DeSimone
A Rocky River Bay
Purple water rushes past
Biting ankles with cold teeth
Sparkling with light. —Kelsea Goodrow
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Eternal Heart Beat ( haiku)
it rises, it falls
hearts beat together in time
his chest against mine
-Madison Bayes
Mouse
Small, chittery
Scurrying, hurrying, stirring.
Runs up a clock
Pouncing, swatting, catching
Big, graceful
Lion
-Kelly Boland
No One Knows
The dark feather falls slowly in the night. Where did it come from,
no one knows. The feather makes no noise in the silent night.
The moon is gone. Where did it go, no one knows. It is gone, but
the ocean still flows. Making no noise in the dead of night. Unlike
the sun who always stays and fights.
-Catherine Colby
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