The Lambert Post

Ant Farm

"A short story about a young girl who's dreams are fulfilled when she gets an ant farm." -Madeline Laguaite
Madeline Laguaite, Feature Editor May 6, 2016

Theresa Williams loved bugs. She liked to watch the way they moved, she liked to watch their interaction with other insects, and she liked to watch their tiny eyes blink. Basically, she enjoyed being crouched...

On Truth

Will Harper, Student Submission, 11th Grade May 2, 2016

People omit truth all the time The effect is not so sublime. We can’t build faith, we can’t build trust How does a liar feel this lust? Sometimes the truth is too hard to hear So, in...

The Time of Growth

"I've always wondered what a story would sound like if it was told from the point [of view] of tree. That's essentially what this story is, a tree telling it's journey of how it grew." -Jessica Objartel
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...

A Bakery in Italy

"I wrote this piece to acknowledge the gender roles that society, and parents in particular, place upon kids. It is vitally important not to discourage a child to be his or her true, authentic self; this happens far too often when society adds in specific gender roles based purely on outdated and ridiculous stereotypes." -Faith Settipani
Faith Settipani, Student Submission, 11th Grade March 30, 2016

He wanted to start a bakery. A bakery in Italy where the walls were draped with luscious green vines and a canal could be seen out the rickety wooden window. He baked for hours: strawberry cupcakes...

The Boy, the Owl, and the Search for Purpose

"This is a poem I wrote sophomore year, with some revisions made to it since then. The main theme of the poem is that our purpose in life is to help and serve others, which I wholeheartedly believe." -Nick Schwarzmann
Nick Schwarzmann, Student Submission, 11th Grade March 25, 2016

The Boy, the Owl, and the Search for Purpose There was a young boy who was sad and distraught, He moped around his quiet, empty house, thinking his life was all for naught, He thought to himself, “Why...

Future

"I came across a writing prompt that said, "Write about leaving", and as a senior my mind is usually on college, so the words just flowed out of me. I have many days like the day I wrote this where I can't help but daydream about the future, and about freedom." -Olivia Pastore
Olivia Pastore , Staff Writer March 21, 2016

“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...

Karp portrays the beautful details hidden within a genuine look of happiness

Old Joy

Ethan Karp , Student Submission, 10th Grade March 14, 2016

"I was digging around photos of old people on the internet for my next piece of artwork, and I saw a photo of a skinny Asian man that had a happy expression on his face. I created a detailed portrait...

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...

The Apple Thief

"This piece is about learning life lessons." -Mahima Siripurapu
Mahima Siripurapu, Student Submission, 11th Grade March 8, 2016

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...

Worldly Gems

"I wrote this piece in inspiration of a picture that I took at Amicalola Falls in Dawsonville, Georgia. My family goes hiking almost every weekend, and we love venturing out and finding new places. Living so close to the North Georgia mountains, we are so blessed to be able to see the pure world that God created. However, not many people get to experience this; they are stuck in their non-stop, everyday lives. I think everyone should take a step back and truly appreciate the land around them." -Jessica Borla
Jessica Borla , Advertising Lead March 1, 2016

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...

A Worm

"'A Worm' is an existential work that narrates the life and, ultimately, the death of a worm. The worm is metaphor, for it truly represents human life and struggle and mortality. I wrote this poem for a project last year on 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia Plath. I hoped to rediscover many themes and motifs, for example, atheism and the "void" that Plath also established in her novels and poems." -Cameron Reaves
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...

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...

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