character bleed By Marin Madden

character bleed

By Marin Madden

too often I grieve for metaphorical deaths

not realizing it shouldn’t matter

or maybe just not caring

telling myself my heart breaks

for them

telling myself I’m screaming at the world

for them

telling myself I’m shaking with fear

for them

knowing

it’s never been about them.

I’ve been navigating my way across life’s seas

my hands always on the steering wheel

in control

at first the sea was calm

beautiful pristine clear blue,

skies wide open

sunshine to let sink into me

pumping through my veins like

nothing would ever change

golden memories bleeding out of me with every failure, every bad day

to be swallowed by the murky black waters

I do my best to stay afloat,

but the salt of reality stings

my open wounds seeping those good old days

my steering wheel is all I have

clinging to it like a lifeline

but in vain

my ship is sinking, memories fading

the mast was struck down years ago by truth and doubt

holes in my hull by the words shot by others like cannonballs

so instead of searching for land,

stitching up my wounds,

I let myself bleed out of me

until I’m empty

stuck the tallest thing in a lightning storm

because I’ve made my way out before

and found it’s darker on the other side,

another storm always coming,

no rainbows after rain.

3 Poems by Priyal A.

GONE

It isn’t fun,

To see anyone,

Spiral down into the dark,

They no longer have that spark,

That they used to have,

That you wish they still had,

But never again will it return,

It doesn’t matter if you show concern,

Because they are already gone,

And that realization will — on you — dawn.

AFTER LIFE

My life has gone missing,

I should consider it a blessing,

For everything has finally gone dark,

Can’t see a thing — not even a spark,

I always said I wanted a break,

But not if death it will take,

I want to go back to my life,

Not go on to the afterlife.

DECISION

She looks back at her family,

Leaving will be agony,

She doesn’t want to go away,

She really would rather stay,

But education really is important,

Does she really need to go away to be content?

Taking one last look at her plane,

And then at her family, where she sees the pain,

Then she decides against the academy,

And runs into the arms of her family.

Poems by Eric Glazier

Winter Demise

Dark evening

Frozen lake

Deep snow

Not near stopping

Watch woods

Near sleep

Go

GO!

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Clear

Clear

See through

See to the other side

But,

Fog…

The universe is foggy

You cannot

See

Through

Time

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Blood is gold

In a world

In a drought

Without good about

Evil runs free

And soon does fear

Why am I here in a world, of fear

My soul is sold

Bloods, becoming

Gold…

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What’s not there

Sound we can't here

Colors we can't see

Places we can't comprehend

We cannot see, the end

Did it really happen?

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Flying Knives

We try

And try

To fly with knives

But

When flying with knives

You're bound to go blind

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End and after

The journeys

Not over

It's just begun

Rocks are falling…

From the sun

The fights not donje

No

It's just begun

Photography by Danile Jimenez

PICTURE 1: In this picture you can see the contrast of the colors of Fall. All the leaves are brown, but the plant is green and it also has some yellow.



PICTURE 2: This picture is from the hallways of the high school. I took it because I found really interesting the fact that there’s always signs saying the class/hallway you’re in, but in this case, it was written with paint. I don’t know if this is a coincidence, but the only place where I’ve seen this is in the basement, where all the art classes are.



PICTURE 3: One day we went outside to take pictures in the forest. Then we saw a beautiful and weird bird on a tree and we took some pictures. I found a feather of the bird, and I really liked the colors (the bright yellow).




PICTURE 4: This picture is from one of the first days of photography class. We were still learning how to use the cameras, and our assignment was to look for interesting things inside the school. I thought this was a very nice light, because the shadows of the stairs. This is called leading lines.

2 poems by Kaylane Reis

Best friend

My best friend amazing and kind

Loving and caring

love her the most

we’re like really close

Hangouts everyday, sleepovers every night

we drink our favorite hot chocolate

To be extra cozy at night

-Kaylane Reis

Summer

Humid

Warm

Water

Ice cream

Boardwalk

Beach

Popsicles

Pool

Breeze

Traveling

Sun

Vacation

No school

2 months

Air conditioner

Fun

Play

Towel

Cruises

Dry

that’s the good of it all

-Kaylane Reis

Found poem: Fahrenheit 451 by Austin Villa

Found poem: Fahrenheit 451 by Austin Villa

Rule 1:

Answer the alarm quickly.

Start the fire swiftly.

Burn everything.

Report back to the firehouse immediately.

Stand alert for other alarms.

Well,

It was a pleasure to burn.

Who’s got a match?

Kerosene NOW!!!

Eager to erase with a blazing tease.

All right, let’s get em

Fire flickers,

Vibrations shuddering.

Then…

The sounds of death,

The first bomb struck,

V-2 Rocket… boom

It’s flat...

untitled poem by Brad DeLoreto

  The baseball hits the bat

       Into the scoreboard splat

       Home run for Ruth

        That's the truth

         Baseball sneaky as a sleuth

         Little Jonny lost a tooth

         The baseball is coming

         Jonnys mom loves humming

        To the hospital jonnys dad runnin

        His resemblence to Jonny is cunning