My Advice to the Underclassmen
By Madeline Jarrett
Don’t be too worried about that big upcoming test,
Or in that picture you didn't look your best.
Because on some answers you are going to have to guess,
And some days your hair is just gonna be a mess.
Don’t be sad that you didn't get invited to that party,
Or mad you were given an unfair tardy.
Because those weren't your real friends in the end.
And...it matters how long in the hallway you spend.
Girls, don’t be discouraged that it feels no one will ever like you.
And, don't be scared to like someone and pursue.
Trust me, you will find someone too.
As long as you search for the people who are true.
Don’t feel you have to be the same.
You have an unique name
So why should you show the world the same picture frame?
The best parts of yourself have already been unclaimed.
Don’t always presume you know what to do.
And don't assume you know who people are too,
Remember you look through only your view
And not everything you assume is true.
Always reach for the stars,
But when you get there- remember those who got you that far.
There are people who will help you where you are.
So, don't leave them in the back of your car.
Don't be afraid to be on your own.
Some battles your are going to have to face alone
And it may wear you down to the bone,
But remember there is someone sitting on the throne.
Don’t be scared to do something because you're embarrassed.
The times when you don't feel fear are the rarest.
After high school is done it will be apparent,
The time we spent together will be cherished.
Though the days might seem heavy and long
And it may not seem you have found a place to belong
But one blink of an eye and it will be gone,
And soon the fresh breath of college will be on the dawn.
So live in the now, because time doesn't wait.
And don't take the “high school is about popularity” bait.
Remember High School is what you create.
And what is meant for you will never come late.
Candle Wax
By Lillian McArdle
Melting candle wax sends warm running drops down our sides. Our cheeks entangle themselves in a joyful wet, delighting in the drying form we take as we are slowly molded together.
Our maker made it this way, with flames bent towards the other, burning closer and closer and dancing, flickering to the drums of our heartbeats.
We were carved in such a way that at first appeared deformed, imperfect, fragile and crooked, only to be met with the other part we couldn’t see.
Our relief intertwines, melting, trusting into one flesh as the warmth of the other continues to undo the hardened rock we have become.
Alone, we’re sitting on a table in darkness.
Together, we’re lit and bright, molded perfectly for the other to reach out with their flame, engulfing us both in the true purpose of our heat.
And when we melt in the end, the flame will eventually die out, satisfied with its fruitful devotion to our maker. and the wax will return to the dust it was made from, completely and wholly at ease.
SCUBA diving
By Peirce Alpers
In a world of release
In a world of peace
In a world where you
could not care in the least
Floating there among the fish
The fish that are big
The fish that are small
The fish that swim up to you
Worlds upon worlds
Of creatures big and small
Of creatures, like that fish
That don’t care
We could all learn something
From these creatures
Not caring about
What others think
In a world of release
In a world of peace
In a world where you
could not care in the least
But this world comes
At the cost of caution
Forsake this
And expect the consequences
These consequences could
Be fatal, be painfull
Could leave you weak
Could leave you dead
I experience pain
Every time I dive
There is no way to avoid it
Just to go down slowly
In a world of release
In a world of peace
In a world where you
could not care in the least
Yearn
By Dillen Foster
Let me find someone as broken as me
As disgustingly perfect and broken as me
As yearning and terrified as me
As willing to be the careful gasoline to our wildfire as I
To collide with me in our infinite explosion
To sprout from each others hearts and wrist and intertwine roots and branches with me
To reach through the clouds and grasp the stars, burning eternal with me
To drown in saccharine love as we rot in perfect harmony
To shatter with me as we tumble through the aether
To become lined and filled with gold, our own gold
To grasp my face with wide eyes and share their pain
And for me to do the same, our salt becoming on in the same
To pull me out of the tar that is me and for me to clean them of their eons of dirt
To jump into the terrifying new with the same fear as I feel
To trust me with their heart to cherish and carve
To reach for my own with calloused hands and soft fingers
To become lost in each others eyes
To break through the padlocks and steel that guards our souls
To cradle in the depths of night as the weight of being is realized again
To dream with
To crash into love with
To make my dream
My craving
My prayer
Come true
Hibiscus Summer
By Dillen Foster
The Hibiscus symbolizes love, beauty, and passion. They bloom in the summer and only last one day.
The year is long
Each and every time
But, still, every year the summer blooms
And I await it’s scent
It unfurls gloriously.
Vibrant reds, oranges, pinks,
Opening to the world,
Beckoning the youthful forward
But the wisened
With keen eyes and sharper noses
Know this bloom.
They know it well.
They know, very soon
It will wilt away
And dissipate
From their gaze
And the youth
Who bathe in it
Don’t know it will leave
But they have time to spare
For the next bloom
At Any Cost
By Harper Green
Teenager
By Bella Bruce
A drink in my hand a smile on my face
I laugh even though
I know i’m a disgrace
A ‘B’ on the report card
An unfunny joke said
They didn't tell me it'd be this hard
In the bathroom I hear them cry
I don't say anything
Cause pretending I didnt would be a lie
What happened to the playtime and hair all messed
It was replaced with textbooks and media
WIth time for everything but rest
I need her to see
I need him to know
I need me to believe
If I could go back
Or skip ahead
I’d go to when I have nothing to lack
Inner Demon, Cloud Worm, Why the long face?
By Bennett Dawson
Whatever can be in a poem
By Evelyn Reed
What’s in a poem
Is it the rhyme
Or the prose?
Perhaps the secret meaning
Which the poet keeps
Behind a coded door
One which will never open
Or maybe
Maybe it’s the time it takes
Finding words to make a point
And communicate with those who read the words
But here’s a poem made in about 7 minutes (a guess I make as I write it)
I don’t know where this is going
I’m writing words
Making a poem
That isn’t a poem?
It’s rambling placed on a google doc that I titled poems
When really the whole document is filled with my “artistic” ramblings
But here’s the end of the rambling
This was quite fun
Maybe that’s what a poem is
Words written out to communicate some ramblings of a fool
It’s fun
But other times it’s impossibly crazed
So much for my guess.
It took about 8 minutes to write this
Oh well
