The Lambert Post

Ant Farm

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 low to the ground, studying the various bugs that thrived in her cramped backyard. Her moth...

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 that case, it is best not to be clear. But lying is a habit, it blackens the heart One who is...

The Time of Growth

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 sky; the beauty of the sun as it shined down and warmed my entire being; and the chill of the wind that...

A Bakery in Italy

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 with pink frosting and decals on the sides, lemon cakes with buttercream painted on top. The airy scent...

The Boy, the Owl, and the Search for Purpose

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 are we living? What’s life all about?” He couldn’t answer those questions, so his face ha...


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 imagine a car or a plane taking me to places uncharted to find a life anew. I imagine my famil...

Old Joy

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

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 of the old man's face to capture that joyful expression of his. The light reflecting off of his old...

When Writers Write

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.

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 thoughts from my mind come intently but then, the “delete” key is pressed The air...

The Apple Thief

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 me of how I should be more like this wonderful child, she had perfect form when dancing, perfect...

Worldly Gems

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 on autopilot, Too engaged, too superb For the nature which they rose from. A little curiosity,...

A Worm

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 to your high god above. After all your tireless exertion struggle, sweat, and toil Now, yo...

Speak Up

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 voice Via the chains of your sane I've never been able to interrupt that circulation To pull from my th...