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,...
Samantha Waters, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• May 16, 2016
Staring into the street, with my eyes blurred from tears, my body went rigid. My hands clasped my mouth to muffle my screams.
“Why, why, WHY!” I thought to myself.
My sleeves had been coved in...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Emma Cave, Student Submission, 11th grade
• January 29, 2016
The mist that covers the earth
Paints a picture of innocence in the sapphire ether.
A landscape above our heads
We have yet to set foot on.
They turn as fast as time
Never the same as they were...