Night
By Charlotte O.
The night swept in the way a raven flies through the fleeting day.
The bird touched me once, feathers soft as the clouds they glide in.
I could taste the sky in that moment, sweet and cold as ice.
Night was a time of fear, when thieves and scoundrels came out to play.
In that big city of Ashland, you couldn’t walk three steps after the sun vanished before you had nothing with you except the bitter taste of fear, regret, and anger.
Except if you were the vermin crawling the streets, then night was the only time you could truly live.
The sun was always a furnace during the long, boring days.
It was always a shock when it vanished, buried in death.
“Do I look lonely?” was the question it asked, before it was violently trampled by those ravens we call stars.
The grace and eloquence of those ravens made death look beautiful, like a song you would be honored to join the chorus of.
Carolers, dancers, even the old woman who lived down the street, they would all somehow add to the wonderful but ugly symphony.
The greatest spectacle of the show was when the people in the banisters, the rich and famous, were snatched up by those ravens with their sharp claws, and carried away into that messy, unforgiving night.
Ideas Whisper
By Laker N.
Ideas whisper -- decide:
Shrink from them with fear or
Wield them with pride.
A Mother's Promise
By Jenilee C.
Wisps of shiftless grey puff and curl
A lick of fire
Barely visible against a haze of darkness
Vitality startles
The drooping wick
Whose countenance is dripping with shame
Awakens from within
whimpering embers
The light of tomorrow
Basked in the glory of
Vitality
Rekindled from the depths of millions of miles away
Whole
By Katie T.
day
was busy
and tiring.
had to get up early
to catch the bus
because now it leaves
thirty minutes earlier
than it used to
and also because
my new haircut
takes twenty five minutes
to brush.
school was not much better.
one class after another.
in math class we are studying
imaginary numbers.
teacher says
“if you multiply a number by an imaginary number
the first number becomes imaginary too.”
i wish i could multiply
math class
by an imaginary number.
science class: even crazier.
we were working on
the functions of the heart
and i wanted to scream
but i knew
that would waste all the energy
i needed to use
on studying arteries and veins.
lunch
some guys teased me
because i was sweating so hard
that the armpit-area of my white dress
was starting to turn
an odd shade of blue-gray.
music.
language.
english.
p.e.
art.
i am so tired of it
of all of it.
home again
finally.
moment i walk in
i am ready to pass out
on the couch.
but my little sister
comes up to me
with her little cat-shaped toy
and she asks
in her cute little-girl voice
“how was your day?
and will you please pet my cat?”
so i pet it
and she hugs me.
and somehow
after the long hard day
after i fell apart
and lost all the pieces of me
somehow
i am
WHOLE.