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This older woman asked to be allowed to paint within the art museum in D.C. and I was fortunate enough to witness her painting an exact replica of this famous painting. She has a true talent and would rather paint for the joy of it without being considered a professional and without seeking fame.

When Writers Write

"A simple poem about the life, struggle, and eventual "inspiration" for modern, typical, writers of today (especially those that use computers when writing essays, poems, and articles). My inspiration for writing this poem was to base it upon a stream of consciousness. I thought about what I wanted to do, which was write a poem, which led me to talk about writing poems and essays and any literary writings, for that matter; just the typical problems that come when attempting to write." -Elton Govada
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...

Speak Up

"This piece was inspired by how I always kept my silence in younger years. My response to anything negative around me, or anything negative that I was processing, was to isolate and seclude myself. My main point was to ensure that I would not be a burden to anyone around me. These kinds of things are hard to bottle up, and this poem (that's truly meant to be spoken) represents the process I've gone through. It's almost like a defense mechanism, a cycle that I've worked hard on to break." -Nusaybah Smith
Nusaybah Smith, Associate Editor February 22, 2016

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...

Through the Clouds

"This is a few verses of lyrics to a song I wrote about something that happened to me as a naive freshman. It taught me a valuable lesson in learning my own mortality, and I always try to keep it in the back of my mind now that I am not invincible." -Bryan McKnight
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...

Sound of Winter

"'Sound of Winter' is a poem I wrote on a snow day, reminiscing about the winters I spent in Chicago." -Hazel Lee
Hazel Lee, Student Submission, 11th Grade February 3, 2016

The sound of winter sits inside my head The sound of the wind carrying away the fallen leaves As the piercing wind soars up the crevice in my sleeves The sound of white snow silently engulfing...

A world filled with robots knows no free will

Free Will

"I wrote this piece during a Creative Writing Club meeting here at Lambert and I feel very proud of it, in that it shows how far I have come since I first started writing." -Jessica Wilder
Jessica Wilder , Senior Editor January 20, 2016

He couldn’t remember when he became Aware. They weren’t supposed to have Free Minds during charging hours. Come to think of it, they weren’t really allowed Free Mind at all. He was scared they...

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