By Toby McDonald.
Out in the forest,
Where the hills are alive,
And the campers roam free.
The trees loom overhead,
Showered in green,
And abundant in shade.
The overgrowth grows,
Like a carpet of green,
Nipping at the trail.
The sun and the breeze,
They felt nice in the air,
And then came the rain.
The rain started slow,
And then it got faster,
It suddenly stopped,
And all was good.
By: Bryn Varanelli
Again, for the third time this week,
I see on my phone, the same thing.
Our country is broken glass,
shattered and afriad of what comes next.
Tears and heartbreaks are shown everyday.
From just one man a family would never be the same.
And it continues, still happening day after day.
Concerning millions in our country.
But still we sit in silence, waiting for a response.
The violence never ends, always without a cause.
By:Rachel Murray
flowers are blooming
adding lots of nice colors outside
Soft and vivid hues
bees genty hug them
going from one to the next
bees eagerly buzz
warm air pervading
stroking the beautiful plants
as they dance gently
the sun now setting
flowers now looking golden
signing off the day
by: wasil mir
There was a day, there was a day I say
There was a day where my future was to be decided
Oh how I wished there was another way
I walked into the a room only to be greeted by countless stares
But sat down I did and acted as if I didn’t care
There she was that long necked women, standing as tall as a giraffe
She passed out the sheet which would decide my future
The paper stared at me as I stared back at it
The sound of pencil against paper filled the room
That day I truly felt my doom
My fingers were tapping the desk as fast as the wing beat of a hummingbird
I was an animal wrongfully trapped in a cage
My eyes stung from sweat, my feet were rapidly tapping the floor
I felt like my hands were about to fall of
I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t take it I say
Oh how nervous I was that day
By: Dhiya Srikanth
Panic
Clocks ticking
The only sound you can hear
Pencil scratches the paper faster by the second
It should be pushing you forward
But it’s pulling you back
In a room full of people but you feel alone
You’re running out of time
It’s squeezing your lungs
Can’t breathe
Can’t think
Your mind is like a blank canvas
Trying to focus
Trying to calm down
Don’t know how to finish
You’re underwater
Can’t hear
Can’t see
It’s finally pushing you to the end
You break the surface
You can breathe
You are calm
The dark water gleamed,
as the bright moon peaked its head,
out from the dark clouds.
An old iron gate,
stood next to the dark water,
bathed in the moonlight.
Long left forgotten,
abandoned by its makers,
standing all alone.
Vines covered its side,
concealing all of the rust,
from all of the years.
On its final breath,
unable to keep fighting,
like a sinking ship.
By: Ethan Twombly
By: Mya Campoverde
The Gas Station
I pull up to the gas station
Wet gas prices welcomes me
The rain sings a song
Of death
And failure
I grab my beer
I step out
Look around
In fear
They can not know
What has happened at 2am
Black thunderous clouds up above
start to laugh
Their crackling sound
Taunts me
It’s playing games in my head
They know
I need gas
The bright lights
Begin to sharply stare down at me
Strong and firm
I try to put the pump in
It won’t budge
Why do they know
The song
Reverberates
The laughs
Are roaring
The lights
Are a knife
Ready to cut me in half
They all know
Head starts to spiral
Out of control
Flashbacks appear instantly
Blood
Everywhere
Pain rests in his eyes
I killed my own creation
It is all too hazy now
The memories
The gun
My own son
I step back into my car
Push the pedal
The gas station
Glares at me as I drive away
Lips sealed
Eyes closed
Sun rises
They keep their secrets
Of the unknown
By: Vishnupriya Alavala
The ocean’s steady rhythm is the beating of my heart
The crystal clear water lapping
At my feet stuck in powdery, tan sand
Seagulls squawking in the fresh morning breeze
The sun blazes against my back, wearing a smile
That never ceases.
Running through endless fields of lavender lilies,
Their sweet perfume wafting all around me and,
Laughing as my best friend chases me from behind
The exhilaration as a roller coaster continues
It’s blinding red curling around like a snake
On a downward descent,
But instead of feeling low,
I feel pure joy as the wind whips my
Hair back, forming a halo
Carefree transforms everyone into angels
Cherish every moment of innocence,
Because as I grow up,
That cloudless sky can turn into a distant memory.
The moving vehicle felt like I was riding a bull in a rodeo
The smell of cold air in the changing atmosphere tickles my nose
The wind is crashing into my face without giving pain
My vision blurs as my eyes shut tightly
The world turns pitch-black
The rumbling sound of the machine caused me to clutch the handles
like holding a life line and pray
My heart is jumping out of my chest
I scream, but no sound come out
Fear is a ghost, seeking to hold me back
But I won’t be afraid anymore, I promise myself
I slowly and diligently let go of the safety bar
The wind welcomes me as the roller coaster descends
By: Delilah Borg
You say there is nothing to have stopped this shooting
No law or godforsaken prayer could’ve prevented this
You say you pray the families that are grieving the loss of their child,
But still there is no change being done
You pray for them and that is it,
You still say it is the people killing them not the guns
But they are killing with guns you have allowed them to
use
This country is shattered like glass
Every student is wondering if their school is next
to become just another shooting on the news
They walk into school
Analyzing everyone like a detective
Making sure there is nobody that is a threat
They go to school feeling as if they are living their last day
This is America