Poem by Lizzy Arena

She was a volleyball player, said the volleyball in the corner

in her very organized bedroom;

and a girl who loves the color purple, says the purple walls

that seem to be recently painted

a teenager who loves music, said the headphones in a clutter

on top of her pillow.

She was a short girl, said the height markings

lined along the side of the door

obsessed with her phone, said the constant buzzing

from her phone charging on her bedside table

someone who is unique, said all the decor on her walls

that she had made;

and not just an average girl

A girl with a cold by Stephanie Skura

She is a girl with a cold, says the heater in the corner

And the tissues overflowing the trash;

An organized girl too, says the alphabetized books

In the wooden bookshelf; and a fun, quirky girl,

Says the dori jibbit on the purple croc

In the closet closed off by a door, stuck with years of wear and tear;

But not a girl with a talent for technology, says the broken printer

Laying under a pile of papers and the watch alarm that doesn’t quiet.

Once a field hockey player, says the banged up stick by the window

Dented with brown spots and peeled of paint

Wrapped in hockey tape, and she played softball,

Says the trophies on the shelf and the pictures behind them.

Family came first, says the pictures on the dressers

And dogs on the calendar that resemble those in the kitchen.

And the dry hands, say the limoncello lotion by the bed.

It was New England here, says the array of Jackets that cover every temperature.

Poem by Ava Caiola

A girl lived there, says the pictures of her and her friends

on the small, square bulletin boards above her bed;

and she had two younger sisters, and a mom and dad,

says the family photo from Disney on her dresser.

Two puppies also lived with her, says the pictures of them

that line her mirrors around her room.

She liked makeup but never used much, says the dust

lying on top of almost all of it;

liked stuffed animals too, says the buckets of them

around her room and on her bed;

and she loved books, says the tall shelf

filled with titles upon titles that all look read.

She played basketball, says the brand new shoes

sitting on the floor but never used;

and loved music, says the albums stacked on her

desk that is made of old wood.

She dreams to travel the world, says the pins

in a large map on her wall.

Poem by Mary Barsoum

She’s a colorful person, says the hand made art pieces

Exposed like a museum on the walls.

She’s a swimmer, says the swimsuits and towels hanging around the room

Wreaking the smell of chlorine;

Who likes being comfortable, posses the sweatshirts hanging on the walls

Guarded by fuzzy slippers.

She is also unorganized, says the clothes on the floor

Waiting to be hung up

And a procrastinator says the multiple alarms set on her alarm clock,

Next to a sticky note that says “get up”.

However, she is a also a driven person in tune with her future proudly yells the hospital ID,

Belonging to the local hospital.

An adventurous young lady too, says the world map on her wall

Surrounded by pictures of her journey around the world.

Academically, her strong suit is math, according the to scrap pieces of graph paper

Sprawled on her desk, covered with equations.

But what she values most, are her friends and family says the pictures of her smiling memories,

Plastered on the space left in her room.

Painting by Kathy Doherty

 This is a painting I created over the summer. It's abstract and representational of how my friend described what life is like: there are empty pathways all around different colors; there are sometimes with more colors and some people prefer some colors to others. The colors represent emotions and events in life.

Black Rose by Tallulah Fair

Black Rose

My dad is a black rose.

His dark, tattooed look disguises dads underlying glow.

With the clothes on his back raggedy as a chewed up dog toy,

And the tiredest of eyes that could sleep for a year straight,

No one can hide the strength and care that this man has, it's written across dads wrinkled cheeks.

His laugh as bubbly as they are blown,

Like Santa on Christmas, fills the house with joy.

His long beard changes from black to gray like day and night

After a long 6 to 6 work shift, 3 more gray have grown like weeds.

When his tired eyes are visible to the world

But he disguises them with his last string of hope.

That's when my heart is aching for his pain.

I begin to long for him to know how much I'm grateful for all he does.

I know he won't show it, but he's hurting.

I cry for his unshown weakness and provide him with my utmost loving version of myself.

I want him to know I am here for him, I want him to see that I care.

I wish to return all his petals that have fallen for me back where they belong.

My dad is a black rose, the prettiest rose in the garden.

Youth by Kaitlyn Alves

Youth

Life is so short, yet we always seem to wish it away

When we turn a new age we always find ourselves wishing to be older

But as we get older responsibilities come,

Paying the bills

Taxes,

And voting.

But what we don't realize is as soon as we’re old

We want to be young and carefree again.

And as we lay to rest forever we think at how short our lives were.

Take everyday as your last and don’t worry about what the future holds

Because you’ll never know when it will be gone.

Sculpture by Michael Bruce

This sculpture is meant to represent balance and equality. The figure is panted black and white to resemble yin and yang which is a representation of equality. Also the figure is on a balance beam which is mad to show the balance and the figure has a melting effect that makes it seem as if it is trying to become one with the beam, which gives another perspective of balance.

The Catcher in the Rye found poem by Niko McLaughlin

Tonight

I don’t feel very much like myself tonight

If you really want to hear about it

I was so damn worried

It was too late to call up for a cab or anything

I can’t understand

Some things are hard to remember

The first thing I did was I felt like giving someone a buzz

I realized it was only one chance in a million

You want to know the truth?

It was very phony

I felt so depressed, you can’t imagine

I felt like I was disappearing

Standing on the edge of some crazy cliff

Boy I felt miserable

That’s why, in my mind, you shouldn’t ever tell anybody anything

You start missing everybody

I miss Allie

photos by Hayley Maskell

The leaf picture was taken on one of the first cold days of the season. The leaves and grass were covered in frost which sparkled like gems in the sunlight.

The portrait is based off of the song "Stressed Out" by 21 Pilots because the lead singer of the band covers his hands and neck in charcoal when preforming.

by Michael Bruce

This represents chaos versus order. The heart represents the order
which is centered between all of the chaos. The way to look at this
art piece is to think about society and the balance between order and
chaos. If there were no chaos there would be no need for order and
without order there would be too much chaos. There is enough balance
in this piece that it attracts your eye to the center and then allows
you to move throughout to get the full effect.

Sleepwalking by Miya Laughlin

My mother told me it would go away

I’d grow out of it

wake up

Sleepwalking is for children

And I am not a child

Too old for dress up

Too young for dress suits

  wake up

I walk alone

My subconscious takes over

Mind blank

Body a ghost of last night’s dream

    wake up

This walking corpse isn’t me

I walk

forward

Wednesday into Thursday

    skips to Saturday

Moonlight or rays of sun

     wake up

Who is this

This shell of a person

What is left of her

              wake up

Everything that defined her now extinct

Her mother never told her that her worst nightmare can turn into reality