Monday, I should wake up early and go to school
Or should I go back to bed with the cookies I stole
Tuesday, I’m set and ready to go
It’s a great day until I spill coffee on myself
Wednesday,...
Jessica Objartel, Sudent Submission, 11th Grade
• April 20, 2016
At first I had only known darkness, the warmth of the earth, and the coldness of the water that quenched my thirst. Then, after what I assume was time had passed, I came to know the vast, never ending...
“Are you excited for college?”
They all seem to ask me
tirelessly, and sometimes
I’m afraid to tell them,
to let my truth bleed
from my mouth:
I imagine leaving home
almost every day.
I...
The poem is fiction. It comes in two variations and it is written from Tecumseh's point of view. I imagined Tecumseh dying to an American soldier, a soldier who displayed a laughable irony. The irony is...
Elton Govada, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• March 10, 2016
I sit on a chair, waiting
I stare at the screen, dreaming
I look around the room, thinking
but I can't seem to find it
The strokes of my fingers move swiftly
The letters on the page appear immediately
The...
I don’t know if children are born with a natural tendency to be malicious. There are
obviously cases where children are perfect. Take for example Malia. Growing up, my mother
would repeatedly remind...
What hidden beauty the world beholds,
Pure and untouched.
Far closer such splendor lies than most realize,
And therefore they do not explore this world;
Robots stuck in this urban universe,
Blind.
Machines...
Cameron Reaves, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• February 26, 2016
Are you okay, young warrior?
Does the sun's kiss cook you dry
Will it leech all your energy
If so, then you will die.
You've crossed the mighty river
Swam through the flood
What gave you such strength?
Prayer...
I've never been good with words
You know, the ones that crawl up your throat
From the oxygen and thought that surfaces in your lungs
And circulates in your brain
Reverberating from the chords of your...
Bryan McKnight, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• February 19, 2016
Fly too high and you’re bound to choke
Gas mask on still breathing in smoke
Father named Daedalus
A proud kingdom crumbles to dust
You were having fun but then the lights went down
You woke up hazy...
PJ McBrayer, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• February 10, 2016
Things happen in people’s lives
That completely change them
It might be an accident, or the loss of a loved one
Or something personal
Where your heart breaks into a million pieces
Lost and full...
Emilie Skaug, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• February 5, 2016
Through the snow, a red rose grew
And it pierced the dark with a midnight dew.
The ruby red rose shone out through the night,
Showing everything that is good and right.
Yet a greedy lady plucked...