Moving On

Heart Broken

All that I can be

Like a bird,

Fallen out of a tree.

Tears sting my eyes,

I cannot see.

After she left

Nothing was the same.

It came as a surprise

To no longer be able to see the light in her eyes.

Her eyes were stars, bright and shining

I thought you were okay

You never told me it was your last day

As gray as the soot in the ashtray

That you left behind.

To heaven she goes

As she leaves me in hell.

He’s moved on, why can’t I?

I think of following you

But, I before I can

I stop and think

What would life be,

Without me?

I will stay,

Live through the pain.

This is the life god gave me. 

-Anonymous

By: Anthony Pang

Wind blowing on the leaves,

making them rustle.

Hearing the sound of bees,

listening to their bumble.

And with that comes the pounding thunder,

the clouds shouting out from the sky.

Now the lawnmowers come out,

with their roaring sounds.

To announce that winter,

is hiding underground.

And as the temperature warms,

the allergies come,

letting us know that spring has sprung.   

The Babbling Brook

By: Rishi Bhogaraju

1. The calm, peace of the trees 
2. The soothing melody of the brook
3. The fresh, sweet air, spread throughout the woods
4. Calm, as the peaceful, babbling brook
5. The sweet song of the bird
6. Singing from the treetops
7. The sound of a deer, rushing through the trees
8. The cricks of a cricket
9. Calm, as the babbling brook
10. As I sit back and watch
11. The forest envelops me with its peace
12. Leaving me peaceful, like the babbling brook
13. Pensive as the lake, peaceful as a tree
14. These are the woods
15. As the world is filled with strife
16. Pain and sorrow everywhere
17. The forest prevails
18. Calm as the babbling brook

Equality

By: Liliana Gines

“I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see why Democracy means, everybody but me.”

Equality cackles at me, for it’s nothing but a utopia for the rich, written on paper, nothing more

Our suffering is the source of their happiness

Representatives are my voice, my eyes, but they are not heard nor given a care in the world

For I am the invisible man, nonexistent, a statue that everyone passes by and no one sees

I scream with no sound and weep with no tears

For my voice has been taken and my tear ducts run dry

But I shan’t be a statue any longer!

I WILL be the change!

I WILL be the hope!

I WILL create the Promised Land!

By: Liliana Gines

“I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see why Democracy means, everybody but me.”

Equality cackles at me, for it’s nothing but a utopia for the rich, written on paper, nothing more

Our suffering is the source of their happiness

Representatives are my voice, my eyes, but they are not heard nor given a care in the world

For I am the invisible man, nonexistent, a statue that everyone passes by and no one sees

I scream with no sound and weep with no tears

For my voice has been taken and my tear ducts run dry

But I shan’t be a statue any longer!

I WILL be the change!

I WILL be the hope!

I WILL create the Promised Land!

By: Emily MacDonald

Day after day camouflaged in cosmetics

Trying to feel beautiful and aesthetic

Wanting to fit in

And feel comfortable in their skin

Hiding behind the faces they wear

Hoping that people won’t stop to stare

Am I not good enough the way I am?

This is the question so many ask

Challenged with trying to take off their masks

Alone with no one by their side

Forced with having to decide

For the mask we wear

Is harder to bare

Then no mask at all

By: Ojas Kathayat

A salty smell tickles my nose

I open my eyes as wide as the moon

I’m standing on the vast sea

Time is Frozen still and the water Twinkles like diamonds, without a hint of disturbance

Mesmerizing; controlling my every move

I’m having the time of my life as I sprint on the endless blue we call the sea

I lay down, staring at the vast sky, my back is towards the deep, dark sea

But, I’m having second thoughts on how exciting this is as I feel something is amiss

A bad feeling stirs deep within my heart  

Suddenly, I hear it

*boom*

A chill as intense as a hail storm crawls down my spine

*boom*

I hear it again

Out the corner of my eyes, I see it

A bleak shadow that makes one’s blood turn cold with a glance stretches across the horizon

The wind blows stronger as moments pass

Clouds that could make a person faint by a single glimpse are starting to stain the sky, eventually unfolding as far as one can see

The Waves are now dancing like crazed humans  

The sea that once was as serene as the fading sun is now as violent as a erupting volcano

As the dark expanse engulfs me within it arms,

I slowly lose consciousness

By: Max Villegas

Tick Tock goes the clock,

As I wait in bed to fall into a state of mind

My thoughts haunt me, but one conquers,

Dominates them all, like the nucleus of a cell

Or the alpha of a wolf pack

It’s the water that I drink

The air I breathe

The clothing on my aching, worn out back

A thought I know I shouldn’t have

Something all humans would be ashamed of, like a young one

Sneaking a cookie from the jar, without Mother’s consent

It’s all I see when looking in the mirror, it stares back at me

Cackling, hissing, sneering

But it’s an addiction, not like others

I call it my fuel, as engine is to vehicle

It’s not possible to function without it

Jealousy has ruined me

Jealousy has become me, no-

Jealousy is me

By: Lauren Wright

Seas roaring with fury.

Homes shaking with such force, it seems as if they’re dancing.

Families shivering in their basements, awaiting the storms end.

Oh, but little do they know,

Not only will the storm sweep them into its arms, but also hundreds of other families.

Roads disappearing under feet of water.

Animals screeching, children crying.

Emergency boat lights reflecting off the water.

Debris hanging off homes.

Families are broken.

No help is sent.

They’re ignored.

Sympathized for, added as another statistic, and nothing is done.

Just an ‘apology’.

An empty, meaningless apology.

No words can take the memory of such a horrific disaster away from hundreds of children’s minds.

By: Mahnaz Behrouzi

Waking up, it’s noon, its okay though because it’s summer. I decided to go soak up some heat. I put on my lip flops from the night before. I feel the warmth all the way down to my toes. I am as happy as a kid who gets to buy a toy they’ve always wanted.Then I started walking through the bright, green grass. I felt a cool breeze pull my hair back. I smelled the fresh scent of a barbecue down my path. The summer air was speaking to me, showing me where to. go. As I was walking I heard a delightful sound. A song that brought children to dash home and get some cash. Just to buy the juicy, cold ice cream. Summer days are the deep ocean waves. This is summer, and everyone is in for a good time.