Student Work

different.                                                                                          The rain today...feels                                                                              As though more than                                                                    a storm brewing.                                                       Tonight, the lightning will                                                  reach the earth like hands.                

Silence. Oppressive. Stifling. Empty. Only because I am warmth of searing pain, cold branding iron on soul. Body constricts, vacuum sealed No room for me. Sounds a soothing balm   vibrating through space,    dyeing the water of my soul   colors of pondering ripples   eradicating silence. Sound waves  bring the first fish   swimming in and around    my soul humming   Hymns resonating  with the first note. Vibrations  paint the colors of the soul   bouncing jellyfish in the sea

I feel the breeze amidst the branch lightly blowing my tip from side to side  I watch from outside the neighbor’s home Each day when the sun rises, children run outside abandoning their summer flip flops and T-shirts  for wool sweaters and jackets  That’s when I know  the new season has fallen  As September approaches my vibrant green layers become  tints of red and yellow  My fellow squirrel friends find haven below me  September then turned into October with my yellow featu

Shining in the spotlight, shining on the stage and shining in their performances. Theatre is their shining place for some professional actors to appear on stage in performances. However, there’s only one kid who is working for the lobby during performances. And that's me, Andres Perez-Lopez. New person to the production crew at West High, but sometimes on certain teen stories like “New kid in the block”. Well, I am here because I am new, but I look older than the other kids i

A blue boat rests on my dock It arrives once a year It brings no one, and it takes no one It holds no maps, no navigation, no sense of direction Every year, it leaves The next year, it comes back It stops on my dock It leaves from my dock No one sees it but me Even then, I don’t hear it leave I wake up, and it’s gone A fleeting memory Was it ever really there? Or was it a fragment of my mind, Something I conjured from broken pieces of my life? Yet, I think again– If madness h

Meet the Bendaran. This species lives on a crystalline planet, Shadar. This planet has a crushing atmosphere that makes life practically impossible on its surface. However, the underground of this planet is riddled with vast subterranean caves. These caves are where these aliens live. During their evolution into an intelligent species, they learned these caves would sometimes collapse for mysterious reasons. Because of this, the Bendaran would constantly move around in order

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There are spiders that live in my head As they grow restless, they creep down my throat and into my stomach Burrowing through the soft...

Poetry - Grapevine , Spring 24/25 I want someone to look at me the way the moon does With cold beauty of the dark night and the...