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

The Monster Within you Evelline Costa

The Monster Within you

Evelline Costa

Sending shivers down your dorsum

Sensing the crisp frosty finger touch on your spine

releasing short breaths attempting to comprehend its words

As you become conscious of what was occurring

dread had approached you

Distancing yourself from what you thought was reality

Coming to the realization this unknown being is what lies beneath your soul,

the only monster there is, is what makes up your whole.

Winter's Breath by Warren Perez

Winters Breath

He wakes me up in the morning tickling

My cheeks that poke out from underneath my covers

as I jump out of bed to grab a sweatshirt

He slaps my arms leaving burns all over me

Since he already disturbed my sleep he decides

He’ll ruin my walk to my car and punches me in the face he is