Memory of Snowfall
Apollo Oase, Staff Poet
March 18, 2019
Snowfall Fluffy flakes Swirling in wind Delicate six sided crystals Snowflakes dance through the sky Thick white powder blankets the ground Collecting on bare tree branches Ground covered in snow Beautiful and unique Feathery crystals Snowfall...
σκοτεινά πρόσωπα
Lila Lindberg, Staff Poet
January 22, 2019
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Don’t let the dark in. Let the light go free. It’s funny how no one. Gets the real me. Scattered in pieces. No longer whole. Put me together. Don’t let me go. Another piece taken. Another one placed. Now no one can see. My true face. Like...
RODAN: KING OF THE SKIES
Carlos Pena, Poetry, 8th Grade
January 14, 2019
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Fire. Lava. Fear. Destruction. The King Of The Skies emerges from a superheated throne. He climbs out of the Volcanic Crater, looking as lost as an alien drone. Rodan glares around the volcano, as lava spills from the sides of his jaws, he growls. Hyperventilating, he pulls the r...
Changing Seasons
Apollo Oase, Staff Poet
December 11, 2018
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Squirrels burying acorns Geese heading south Bears hibernating in caves Colors changing from green to gold to brown Trees shedding their leaves Lakes freezing over Winter jackets blocking the breeze Daylight shortening Wearing hats, gloves, and scarves ...
Giving Up
Lila Lindberg, Staff Poet
December 11, 2018
I’m lying still. In a field of flowers. I’m running fast. Never getting anywhere. So I lie still in a field of flowers. What’s so wrong with giving up? I’ll tell you. You will never see the world through your eyes. You will never touch th...
Soul
Ellie Voge, Quill Editor
October 10, 2018
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The place where you keep your identity safe and alive. My soul is alive and full of creativity. I feel on top of the world. One second later I’m losing the light in front of me that has been there since I can remember. The things that come naturally to me are always somewhere ...
Back to School
Apollo Oase, Staff Poet
October 9, 2018
Summer begins with sleeping in Camping, boating, setting up a tent Fishing, bug spray, time well spent Road trip to Grandma’s far away Hiking, cooking, learn a new song Netflix, gaming, here we belong Playing at the beach on a sunny day Swimming, surfing, playing in the sand ...
Song of Courage
Lila Lindberg, Poetry, 7th Grade
October 9, 2018
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… I miss home, This isn’t home, not yet I’m overwhelmed I am confused I don’t understand Then I look up at the sky All is still It is beautiful It will never fall So neither will I I will get up I don’t care about the drama, or rumors This is all me ...
Greenville: The Utopian City Turned Dystopian
Kacee Wells, Fiction, 8th Grade
October 9, 2018
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Greenville was a city created to solve the pollution crisis. There were the good years, the lost years, and the last year. I was one of the three founders. The other two fell to greed. I was always a natural born leader, but that's the problem. So was Glenn. Let’s just say she wanted to lead, just h...
Labels
Abigail Noll, Poetry, 6th Grade
June 5, 2018
Hot vs Cold, Left vs Right, Female vs Male, North vs South, Democrat vs Republican, White vs Black, Gay vs Straight, Why do we let these labels define us? Why can’t we live in peace? Brother vs brother, Sister vs Sister, Caught up in a war, Blinded by the fog. Unable to put differences a...
Broken
Madeline Rock, Poetry, 7th Grade
June 4, 2018
The roses may be a capturing red, But they’re covered in thorns. Violets may be a vibrant blue, But so are the tears of the one who mourns. I look out of the window, Hoping to see something. Anything. A miracle rising from the ashes, Something worth of self-healing. But nothin...
Where I’m From
Emaan Olia, Poetry, 7th Grade
June 1, 2018
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I’m from the memories I share To the people I care It might take a while But I’ll go the extra mile I”m from the goals I try I’ll always get high There is no limit So I’m just gonna fly I’m from the music I love To the cold winter gloves The pla...
