by Sarah Heavren ’21 I’m fresh, never frozen. My thoughts are not cold. They’re living and breathing, Never growing old. I’m fresh, never frozen. I want to be heard. My thoughts have some value. It’s what they deserve. I’m fresh, never frozen. I don’t fit the mold. I don’t just go along With what I […]
by Gabriela Baron ’20 The sky turns a soft gray and skeleton trees breathe in life as the wind compels them to stretch out their arms. Animals in the forest scurry, smelling the imminent rain. Red cardinals take shelter in their sanctuary, eastern box turtles retreat to their shells, and squirrels dart up maple, oak, […]
by Grace O’Connor ’22 We sped down the never ending road I could see the worried look on his face As his grip tightened on the steering wheel The trees outside the window blended together As they erased into the distance The silence in the air felt heavy and ominous I put my hand on […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 here’s to the boys who held me up when I was falling apart here’s to the boys who gave me their entire heart here’s to the boys who wiped away every tear here’s to the boys who taught me to face my fears here’s to the boys who listened to every […]
by Sam Ward ’21 It is tell me where the rain goes Not tell me what to think Stagnated growth // forget that oath. Simple thoughts translate so well. But dress them up and you protect yourself from being understood (that’s no good). When you value privacy, You find ways to feed the ego Without risking […]
by Gabriela Baron ’20 Desde mi ventana veo un nuevo universo lleno de miles posibilidades: coches voladores, robots, y sueños realizados y uno sin árboles, abejas y el té de mi abuela. Desde mi ventana veo alguien que conozco con gafas de estilo vibrante y un vestido rosado con volantes. Pétalos de rosas secas caen […]
by Sam Pellman ’20 It’s sunset and the mood is relaxed I can hear the cars passing The air is warm but I can feel it getting cool For the moment, everything is calm I can see others sitting on their porch Talking and enjoying each other’s presence Everyone is a neighbor looking out for […]
by Clara Howard ’20 Freshman year English class, my teacher asked us to open Macbeth and ever since then, his lady has meant “ambition” to me. And ever since then I’ve been told I should act like my life has one track that’ll bring me straight to the throne otherwise known as a job I’d […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 What is a poem? It’s a series of words. Its lines contain more Than a rhyme to be heard. What is a painting? It is meant to express A certain idea That shouldn’t be suppressed. What is a story? It’s something to be told. It’s happy or sad Based off how […]
by Grace O’Connor ’22 Smooth and sweet, the chocolate rolls around my tongue I see happiness and sunlight The warmness that makes me feel young As the little pieces of sugar melt on my tongue I run through the grass with glee Smelling the fresh flowers My long hair being whipped by the wind I […]