(Selected works from 2020-21 school year)

(Selected works from the 2019-20 school year)

A Tiny Sailboat

[Writing by Katherine Rodis]

I am a tiny sailboat,

Gliding effortlessly into the vast expanse of sea.

There are no set coordinates nor a destination,

Since that is what a journey is supposed to be.

There are days of treacherous storms and constant sense of worry,

However, some days there are clear, sunny skies that appear in a hurry.

I have no worries or doubts.

Just to make sure the endless tide never runs out.

But I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be,

For a tiny little sailboat, gliding in the vast expanse of sea.

In Your Likeness

[Writing by Madeline Warrick]

It’s in tracing my scars

And running my fingers through the rolls of my belly

And finding art

As I color the stretch marks of my thighs 

Where I find the courage 

To love every part of me

Again

To the Little Sister I Never Had

[Writing by Katie Corpuz]

You are mine.

Never doubt your worth. Know it. Believe it. Live it. 

Live each day knowing who you are. 

Because you were meant to shine

Like all of the stars combined. 

And if you don’t know you are, it’s okay.

Stand tall. Be opinionated anyway. 

Demand what you want and you will receive it. I promise. 

This world is harsh to those who bend like branches in the wind.

And when you just can’t seem to keep up, raise your hand for help. 

That’s what it’s for. To give help and get help. 

It may seem impossible sometimes, but there are always

Arms to embrace you. 

You were meant to shine 

Like all of the stars combined. 

You are mine. 

The Healing Escape

[Writing by Katelin Kearney]

Because in that moment I stop thinking about it 

And in this place I stop worrying about it 

The weight is lifted off my shoulders 

As I slowly forget about it 

Tears that once streamed down my face

Now only come in times of happiness

All the pain I endured

All the emotional scars 

Are lovingly healed with grace

See our problems sometimes engulf us.

But with faith,

With hope,

And with love,

Our solutions are far more abundant,

And the joy that surrounds us 

Is far more overwhelming.  

New Box of Crayons

[Writing by Christina Kleinsmith]

Oh so slowly, dawn opens her new box of Crayons. 

She silently peers inside and breathes the waxy darkness where all her colors hide. 

One by one by one, the sun!

A shiver of amber to light your way, lemon and clementine, a silver smile and she’s off to play, leaving the day star to shine.

 A sunrise like never before, your faces glow and shadows adore.

The sun is drawn with a gliding hand, blue is selected to contrast with the roads and the trees.

Evening passes with tangerine and maroon, the face appears from the man in the moon.

The sight of pastel fades as blackness takes over.

Never fear for there is hope for tomorrow. 

The next day will bring a splash of delight, but first it is time to bid you goodnight. 

(Selected works prior to Fall 2019)

Utter Silence 

[Writing by Katelin Kearney]

The silence woke me

I sensed something as shivers ran up my back 

I felt it

The world at a halt

Life as I knew it at a standstill 

Something unusual

The blood pumping through veins 

My entire body frozen 

The beating of my heart a rhythm normally unnoticed 

I felt it

Surrounded by complete peace and quiet 

This serenity terrified my brain 

I fell back 

Until the silence woke me again.

The Healing Escape 

[Writing by Katelin Kearney]

Because in that moment I stop thinking about it 

And in this place I stop worrying about it 

The weight is lifted off my shoulders 

As I slowly forget about it 

Tears that once streamed down my face

Now only come in times of happiness

All the pain I endured

All the emotional scars 

Are lovingly healed with grace

See our problems sometimes engulf us.

But with faith,

With hope,

And with love,

Our solutions are far more abundant,

And the joy that surrounds us 

Is far more overwhelming.  

The Hope in Rainy Skies

[Writing by Rylee Gregg]

I’m just a dark cloud

pinned down

Not meant to be here,

but since I am, 

how can I leave?

I’m just shade and rainy skies 

for all these people passing by

They slip away, surely, surely,

though I’m trying, I’m innocent

But it’s hard to hang around 

with a raincloud weighing you down

I would leave, I really would

get out of the way

But this can’t be it for me

If I’m no more than this,

why do I still hope 

to let go of the rain

and be something more?

A Tiny Sailboat

[Writing by Katherine Rodis]

I am a tiny sailboat,

Gliding effortlessly into the vast expanse of sea.

There are no set coordinates nor a destination,

Since that is what a journey is supposed to be.

There are days of treacherous storms and constant sense of worry,

However, some days there are clear, sunny skies that appear in a hurry.

I have no worries or doubts.

Just to make sure the endless tide never runs out.

But I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be,

For a tiny little sailboat, gliding in the vast expanse of sea.

In your likeness

[Writing by Madeline Warrick]

It’s in tracing my scars

And running my fingers through the rolls of my belly

And finding art

As I color the stretch marks of my thighs 

Where I find the courage 

To love every part of me

Again

Beauty

[Writing by Ellie Kripal]

She speaks in metaphors 

In reds and violets

In mountains and valleys

I am green with envy

When she speaks

Yet yellow when she Writes

She makes worlds on sheets of paper

Every brush stroke

Painting trains of thought

Drawing the world in front of her

Pouring her heart out 

Over mine

She strums her red guitar

Laughs through every verse

As everyone cries

Through her voice

Her lyrics

Every major and minor note

Infecting the audience

And when I listen to her music 

Over and over again

I listen to it for the first time

Her shoes skid across the floor

Flowing in patterns and shapes

Her body a Machine

Arms raised in the air 

Slowly 

Rhythmically 

They move to the melody

Her loose clothing moves with her

She becomes Beauty

And my eyes refuse to stray from It

Lightning

[Writing by Ellie Kripal]

As children whenever

We’d look up to the skies

The lightning would meet us halfway

She was clear

And cool

And bright

And comforting

She was beautiful

But now whenever we look for her

She is just out of our reach

Somewhere in the clouds

Our Eurydice residing in the sky

Causing anxiety

And fear

And longing

It is no longer comforting to be around her

To hear her

To see her

To be in her presence

But she is still there

Waiting

Wishing 

To be called beautiful once more

Greed

[Writing Ellie Kripal]

I want things

I want to spend my money on tattoos

I want a motorcycle to ride in the summers

I want a skateboard and a wall for graffiti art

I want to scream from the rooftops

And look into the ocean’s eyes from the beach

I want summers of memories

And things I’ll never get to experience again

I want crazy hair colors

From turquoise to pink to blue to red to green

All so I can start the cycle again

I want the sun

Dripping in my hands

Painting a beautiful sky on my face as it rises

I want everything to matter

I want to matter

To someone

To anyone

I want to say I did something amazing

I want an urban apartment with a crazy interior 

With doo-dads and Knick-knacks

I want to come home to say hi to little plants and perhaps a fish and a cat

I want a CD player

To relive the music over and over again

Turning round and round

Playing the same song with a different meaning each time

I want things

But I also want to be

I want matter

I want to matter

To the Little Sister I Never Had

[Writing by Katie Corpuz]

You are mine.

Never doubt your worth. Know it. Believe it. Live it. 

Live each day knowing who you are. 

Because you were meant to shine

Like all of the stars combined. 

And if you don’t know you are, it’s okay.

Stand tall. Be opinionated anyway. 

Demand what you want and you will receive it. I promise. 

This world is harsh to those who bend like branches in the wind.

And when you just can’t seem to keep up, raise your hand for help. 

That’s what it’s for. To give help and get help. 

It may seem impossible sometimes, but there are always

Arms to embrace you. 

You were meant to shine 

Like all of the stars combined. 

You are mine. 

These Days

[Writing by Frannie Cihunka]

These days feel like climbing a mountain, but I know 

One day when I look back, I’ll see how far I’ve come

And all of the tears I shed along the way will have grown beautiful flowers

So for now, I’ll keep that in mind

And continue the climb

Woman

[Writing by Frannie Cihunka]

Woman isn’t looks nor is it curves

Woman isn’t clothes or jewelry or makeup

Woman is confidence in the entirety of her being

Woman is knowing you are perfect despite any flaws you may have or any mistakes you may make

And knowing other women are perfect too

Woman is you

New Box of Crayons

[Writing by Christina Kleinsmith]

Oh so slowly, dawn opens her new box of Crayons. 

She silently peers inside and breathes the waxy darkness where all her colors hide. 

One by one by one, the sun!

A shiver of amber to light your way, lemon and clementine, a silver smile and she’s off to play, leaving the day star to shine.

 A sunrise like never before, your faces glow and shadows adore.

The sun is drawn with a gliding hand, blue is selected to contrast with the roads and the trees.

Evening passes with tangerine and maroon, the face appears from the man in the moon.

The sight of pastel fades as blackness takes over.

Never fear for there is hope for tomorrow. 

The next day will bring a splash of delight, but first it is time to bid you goodnight. 

It Gets Harder to Love

[writing by Naomi Delkamiller]

It gets harder to love. 

When mom dies and dad moves away, it will get harder to love.

When baby brother grows up and big sister can not be found, it will get harder to love. 

When the dog will not play any more, you have read all the books, and no one is there to hear your voice, it will get harder to love.

It got harder to love. 

Not because life had changed but because life had changed you. 

You saw more, felt more, experienced more. A tragedy, a heartbreak, sorrow upon sorrow. 

And although you will tell yourself that you will never love again, who is to say there is nothing left to love you. 

Self Aware

[writing by Meghan Doehner]

And the thing that disgusts me the most Is what we are capable of
I am a human being
And I can cause hurt

I am a living, breathing weapon
Aimed at everyone I meet
Every encounter a duel
Never knowing who is going to pull the trigger first

The Stops

[writing by Payton Kirchhoefer]

She takes one breathe in and a step forward but stops

She looks back at the life she is leaving but stops

She knows it is time to move on but stops

To the Times

[writing by Naomi Delkamiller]

Here’s to our childhood while we spun in the sun. To our imagination setting sail and innovation without fail. Here’s to underlying passions we will set free and a new generation who will make their decree.

Here’s to enterprise that will shape our lives. To the long life we will acquire and rich experience left to retire. To the wisdom we will win and a new chapter that has yet to begin.

To the music makers, The heartbreakers, To the teachers,
The preachers,

To the writers, And the fighters.

Here’s to the day we will meet death as a friends and eternity will finally ascend.

Beauty Defined

[writing by Katelin Kearney]

Our world is ironic.
Society defines beauty in the absolute ugliest way.

People pay thousands
To change their raw, natural beauty. For the longest eyelashes
And the most flawless face.

Legs must be pencil thin
With arms skinnier than an old, scrawny twig.

But just like sticks,
Society makes us insecure So that we might break
At another’s insult.

Beauty does not come from the longest hair Most colorful nails
Smallest clothing size
Or the wrinkle-free smile.

All of these restrictions
Are supposed to define “gorgeous”.
Yet the prettiest people
Are the ones with the most loving hearts.

Beauty lies on the inside. And so remember that You are beautiful. Society is ugly.

These limitations do not define perfect. What is beauty?
Look into the heart.

Personified Charm

[writing by Audrey Ana Otwell]

He looked like he talked in cursive
and spoke in brail
He sang in code
and his wonder left a trail of awestruckness behind him Those who followed were the bravest

But those who tried to stop him in his path were what led to his beautiful
destructive

Maddening finale.
A primped and primed poser, a delicate garnish. A sad socialite, and a lustful corpse.

There’s Something

[writing by Audrey Ana Otwell]

There’s something so irrevocable about young people. Maybe

it’s the innocence of their youth, their pathway into discovery

or the fact that it is a time when you can take a breath of

polluted air, knowing that you are alive, living in a world where

everything is insane to the point where we are violently

connected through forces that we deny. Youthful, we are

pivoted to see new people, statues and memorabilia that are

amazing, gorgeous and being destroyed. We are left to

wander the streets in a state of ecstasy thinking about how we

are the only ones who are roped together by the now. The

breathing, bleeding, dying moment that can never be felt so

passionately the same way again. We are the cameras for the

world, with the realization that ourselves will soon become the statues that will admire and envy the youth that were once us,

in the glory days of the fashion, religion and words that fill our minds like smoke as we fade…

Lights of Hope

[writing by Gracie Kerr]

As darkness surrounds me on all sides,

The shining lights will be my eyes.

I reach for just a drop of hope,

Before my dreams collapse in smoke.

A path appears with an amber glow

I am not lost, I will always know –

That whenever my days are filled with grief,

The hopeful lights will give me relief.

Smudge

[writing by Corah Johnson]

One time, you made me feel like a beautiful piece of poetry,
You wrote lines of love across my heart in ink,
But now.
You’ve turned my heart into a ruined canvas and I am the smudge across it,

Because you have tried to erase me.
Wait,
Ink is not erasable and you aren’t either.
I wasn’t ever enough and I only imprinted on you in lead, And like a once beautiful sketch,

I wasn’t even a smudge. I was gone.

I Used to Ask Questions

[writing by Daisy Owens]

I used to ask questions
and raise my hand high,
I’d try out for the plays though I rarely got any lines. I played three sports one each season each year, I’d go to all the football games and I’d shout and I’d cheer.
I ran for student council
though I was never voted for,
I auditioned for the talent show like I did all the years before.
I helped with service projects and volunteer hours,
I was that strong confident girl who had all the willpower.
I sat in the front
and got all the answers right,
I was pure with good intentions and only my lies white.
I was one to forgive
and share all that I owned,
just to be accepted
and liked and well-known.
I liked to participate
and chatter away,
I had all the ideas
I’d like to say.
Being tall I never
saw eye-to-eye,
so when problems arose
I pushed them aside.
I’d dress to impress
and play to win,

I guess I didn’t realize

that’s where everything would begin.

I used to ask questions and raise my hand high, now I sit in the back and don’t bother to try.

Nobody noticed

or batted an eye,
(cause) I pushed them away
as a kind/sort of battle cry. Everything I’ve ever cared about seemed so unimportant now,
I don’t know why
but it’s my fault somehow.
I flew way under the radar
and slipped people’s minds, almost as if
the whole world had gone blind.

I used to ask questions
and raise my hand high,
but then I fell off the deep end and never said goodbye.
To that person that left
and I’ll never know why,
I wish you the best
as I hope you do I.

Goodnight

[writing by Megan Doehner]

No matter how far you run

Your mind always finds you

When You Grow Up

[writing by Emma Williams]

the first time I held you in my arms, I loved you
and whispered never grow up
the first time I heard your cry, I promised to protect you
the first time I heard your laugh, I promised to joke with you
the first time you held my pinky with your entire hand, I promised to be gentle with you and whispered never grow up
the first time you tried to sit up, I promised to support you
the first time you said an actual word, I promised to always listen to you
the first time you got in trouble, I promised to defend you

and whispered never grow up
the first time you took steps, I promised to always walk by your side
the first time you colored on the wall, I promised to imagine with you
the first time you said my name, I promised to inspire you
and whispered never grow up
I remember the first time I held you, and knew that I would always love you

The Door

[writing by Frannie Cihunka]

Behind this door is is opportunity

Broken dreams are pieced together

Happiness is in air you breath

The wind sweeps you into your next adventure

Mountains of suffering are moved off your shoulders Acceptance is the standard

Kindness is the beauty This door is locked But you have the key

Letting Go

[writing by Anna Ambrose]

Today, air got caught in my lungs,

and I held tears in my throat,

because I knew you had to go.

Reluctantly, I opened my hands,

and let you go. Then, my hands,

and heart (and everything) felt empty.

Quiet Kid

[ writing by Kennedy Gochenour ]

I can be defensive,violent even, in my own reticence.

I can be content, artistic,unhappy, or possessive.

In my silence I am untethered to the world.

I am free to leave it all behind and see life, unbound, and unfettered by reality.

It’s a beautifulthing to leave the worldbehind.

Like living in the treeswhile everyone elsescurries on the ground.

Tragedies

[ writing by Lydia Delkamiller ]

Tragedies will always be

found in the things we feel

Big or small,

All are real.

We don’t know when

they’re coming,

Or when they’ll go away,

All we can do is enjoy today.

A Moment

[writing by Anna Swoboda]

If a moment could last forever
I would hold you in my arms for eternity

If a moment could last forever
Neither of us would ever feel lonely

If a moment could last forever
I would hold you in my arms

While you hold me in your warmth
And we would be happy

If a moment could last forever
We’d be content
You with your head tucked under my chin

And me holding onto you If a moment could last forever
We’d spend an eternity in silence

The good kind of silence

Where you don’t have to explain anything

If a moment could last forever

You would be mine for eternity
I wouldn’t have to share you

And I would never lose you

But moments don’t last forever

So I’ll hold you for as long And often as I can

Where you don’t have to explain anything
If a moment could last forever

And we’ll stay in happiness wishing
That a moment could last forever

Idioma

[writing by Megan Doehner]

Speech should be one of the senses.

Not a sense of experience,

But a sense of expression.

Just a Hypothetical

[ writing by kelly williams ]

What if this moment was different?
The unspoken words that condense together in your chest, just boiling until you explode, will come crashing through the concrete dam you built up for the sake of your sanity.
They’ll scream and roar on a calamitous rampage, running wild, and soaring through the limitless crystal sky like a hawk.

What if the mysterious force that has sewn your mouth shut suddenly was killed off by your courage so that it may give you the gift of voice. The gift of open ears pointed in your direction, so that just maybe your thoughts will be heard.
Maybe your thoughts will be heard.
Your thoughts will be heard.

What if every time you opened your mouth you weren’t greeted by a brick wall to the face slapping any wind you thought you had out of your entire being.

What if we weren’t bound by the handcuffs and iron bars. You know, the ones that keep us from soaring away to the stars we aren’t even allowed to see.

If this moment was any different, it’d be a storybook ending with happily ever afters and tied up ends.
Happy endings come with a price, however. And ends that are tied will fray and become undone.

But everything is hypothetical.

Press Pause

[ writing by Megan Doehner ]

And I wish a solemn hand

Would grasp me in my drift

And whisper words of silence

In my ears

Over the cacophony of my rushing

Time

[ writing by Lydia Delkamiller ]

when i was young
I ran in the street.

dashed before cars

and danced to the beat.

of the wind in the trees

the shine of stars

and ever so slight

rhythm in my feet.

but years have passed.

time is here.

with a friend like fear,

it’s caught up.

the cars have hit. the beat has stopped. the only wind,

is in waves of change. pushing the horizon even further from range.

Sea of Life

[ writing by emily folts ]

The sea of life got pretty hectic.. While you were drowning I was struggling to pull you back in. I just wasn’t strong enough to hold my own weight while also trying to reel in yours. I feel like we had a lot of overboard and never ended up back on the sameboat. I know we belonged on shore together but it was never going to be like that. But it will be okay. I just hope you get back on shore, cough out all the water and stay dry for as long as possible; even if it mean I’m going to be thrown back in. Dryness looked better on you anyways.

Sweet Dreams

[ writing by rylee gregg ]

You looked at me With tired eyes. Long, stressful days Will not dull them.

Always sparkling, Bright and cheery, Mischievous, too. But innocent.

Do not fight peace. Submit to it,
Let it heal you, And give you strength.

There will be grief, Tests of your faith. Prepare yourself For tribulation.

But rest now, child. Weary daughter, Worry of naught. Never lose hope.

Sweet dreams, dearest.

Silence

[ writing by Clara Roth]

Silence,

You’re talking too much.

Listening is what I asked you to do

The dignity that you hold inside of you is incomparable to others.

I know you feel as though its gone,

But when it comes back,

and it WILL come back,

It will come abundantly and so beautifully.

You will soon achieve peace with listening to Me.

I have new opportunities that are just calling your name

Feel the refreshing breath that I will give to you

Breathe in the awareness of Me.

And put it on your sleeve.

Let Me guide you in letting go

For I am the driver and

You are merely the car.

The understanding of Me will never come to you on earth.

So encounter me in the little gifts I give you every day,

And I will guide your heart along the way.

So don’t wait

Find Me today.

Ho Ho No

[ writing by Megan Doehner ]

There comes a day

Where decorating the Christmas tree

Becomes a chore

Instead of honor

Where candy canes

Become sticky nuisances

Instead of glorified treats

Where setting an alarm for ungodly hours of the morning

Becomes ruthlessly threatening siblings if they wake you up before ten…

There comes a day

Where the magic slips away

And we all stand by

And watch it happen

Worlds Away

[ writing by Arij Khan ]

The sharp, scratching noise

of beautiful words being written for the world to read.

All made by a piece of wood and graphite

that opens up a whole new world.

One where stories can be told;

fiction or reality.

Humans can be somewhere else

transfixed in a world they’d rather see

This piece of wood and graphite may look small,

but it screams with power and strength

giving the ability to change any perspective

just by the pattern it creates.

It inspires many.

Forcing people to expand their minds

and look deeper into the world.

Take This Leap

[ writing by Megan Doehner ]

I long to dream

To have my feet leap from the ground

and never return

To have my heart fly among the moon

Strings attached only to the stars

To completely lose myself in the nothingness

Yet I always feel the compulsion to find myself

I keep myself tethered

As if I’m scared that I’ll float away

But what do I have to return to?

Why am I scared to fly?

Change

[ writing by Lydia Delkamiller ]

I think it’s time

That we all slow down

Take one long look around

At all the things that need change

I think it’s time

That we do something

Something to stop the fire of hate

to ignite the light of everything.

Everything we were meant to be.

Before the world turned cold

Before we forgot who we were

Before a lack of time, caught up to us

Before a feeling of selfishness

Got trapped in our veins

And before we thought it was okay,

To stand by and watch,

To stand by and watch, and not change

My Family

[ writing by Kate Bilyeu ]

I am from an old time pitcher

and a tough point guard.

I am from green fields filled

with sheep and busy streets.

I am from real smiles and great big hugs.

I am from mud stained clothes

and dirty four wheelers.

I am from late night partiers

and earlier morning risers.

I am from Thanksgiving dinner

and lots of dirty dishes.

I am from laughs funnier than the joke

and singers way out of tune.

I am from old Christmas movies

and one family picture.

I am from great big hearts

filled with lots of love.

I am from family

and my family is from me.