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Haley Webster, student contributor
April 25, 2017
Filed under Poetry, Uncategorized
What is the point of looking for who I want to be if I don’t even know who I am now? I just don’t know what i’m going to do if I don’t even know who I am? “ You’re going to go far in life” but, do you really me...
March 21, 2017
Catherine Korb, guest writer
December 2, 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry, Short Stories
I became aware of death truly by the age of nine when my uncle Dave passed away… I had known of death and that people die every day, but I never realized the effect of it until that day.
In the moment, I felt almost like ...
May 12, 2016
Anonymous 10th Grader, student submission
May 10, 2016
Filed under Poetry
My mind clouded with memories
As we say one last goodbye
I wish you were here again
Your lap to sit on,
Your loving smile,
Taken way too soon.
You were fighting a battle you
Couldn`t have won.
Six years of pain,
Now...
Anonymous 10th Grader, student submission
May 10, 2016
Filed under Poetry
My heart is filled with heartache:
you were here with me,
my best friend,
now gone-
cut from my world.
Oh, how we would talk,
about everything-
the cruel teachers
and our times apart,
laughing at our memories.
Nothing...
Anonymous 10th Grader, student submission
May 10, 2016
Filed under Poetry
You’re lying in the green grass
looking up at the baby blue sky,
waiting for white fluffy clouds
to float into view,
to see magnificent shapes.
As they drift past, you’re drawn to one:
it has pointed ears, with a...
Taylor Spence, student submission
May 10, 2016
Filed under Poetry, Uncategorized
He storms through the hallway,
face burning red,
mumbling something I can’t quite understand.
Everyone’s having conversations,
unaware of him.
I don’t know his name,
but his face is familiar.
Like I’ve seen...
Taylor Spence, student submission
May 10, 2016
Filed under Poetry, Uncategorized
As a child
your imagination was infinite.
You could be whatever you wanted to be,
do whatever you wanted to do,
and at that time…
it all seemed easy.
At first it was
a cowboy riding the biggest bull around,
a ninja...
Anonymous 10th Grader, student submission
May 10, 2016
Filed under Poetry
Growing up I always wondered
What it was like to have a dad.
I wondered why I couldn’t be
“Daddy’s Little Girl.”
You were never there yet somehow
You still managed to hurt me
Over and over again.
The lies you...
