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

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

"Brotherly Love? by Ashley Lemus

I call this piece “Brotherly Love” 

I made this with scrap paper with random acrylic mixed splotches, and then I drew over with with black charcoal and White charcoal. The young boy is my little brother hugging me. I love this piece because it illustrates the bond of sibling love. Yes, we’ll have our differences, but in the end there is something between us forever, and that’s love. 

Starlight prologue by Sasha Cushing (more to come)

There’s an old story among my people, one about Mother Shadow and Father Light.
When the world was born, they were all that existed, new and raw in a realm of dust.
It was one such day, when Arthenya was anew, that Shadow found Light.

Upon gazing at Light, Shadow became enamored with him. She watched as he birthed
the world and the elements. Fire for warmth, water and plant for nourishment, and air for
protection against the world beyond Arthenya. Light came up with creatures to inhabit this
new world, he made it thriving and beautiful.

Shadow knew she had no place in this world nor did she have a place ever letting the
one she loved know she existed. So she hid away, in the farthest corner of Arthenya, and
tried for herself to make something as beautiful as Light could.She made creatures of
silver and night, that twinkled like the stars. But no matter what she did, she
compared herself to Light, and always fell short. Life thrived on in both corners of Arthenya,
completely and utterly different. Where Light loved and spoiled his children, Shadow
constantly wondered why hers weren’t ever good enough. Despite this, Shadow’s
children loved her and loved her realm, and it could never fall into a state of disrepair.

But Light’s children took him for granted, considering themselves the superior entities
of the world, and completely casting aside the beautiful realm of starlight that Shadow
had created. They dubbed themselves the Lifebringers, and soon, they had forgotten any
of the kindness their father had given them. They grew greedy and selfish, under the guise
of doing it for their “sacred father”. But one day, they grew too bold. They left their realm
of Alluria, and attempted to invade Nyxia, the realm Shadow had carved from her
own regrets and mistakes. Shadow saw how rotten and horrid Light’s creatures had become,
and she realized that Light had become just as rotten. She realized that his creations had
lacked the one thing that she had: true, unyielding, miserable love. His creatures were
beautiful everywhere except where it truly mattered; inside. She’d believed his children
were perfect, but he was flawed, just like her. The citizens of Nyxia named themselves, too.
The Shadowguard, ready to die for their mother and their homeland.Together, they pushed
the Lifebringers back, and they kept their realm safe. Forever.

But that doesn’t matter now, because the last of The Shadowguard have just fallen.
The Lifebringers have won.

I wish you were here By: Maria De Oliveira

I wish you were here

Traveling the world with me

Watching me grow

When someone speaks about you

I smile from ear to ear

I miss your laugh

I miss every little thing

I wish you were here

But I’m counting my blessings

I know your presence is always here

And you are looking down on me

But I still wish you were here

Rest easy Thiago

Sonnet by Thayare S

The time of year that everyone hates least,

The sun is out all day shining above.

The sun rises early in the far east,

And sets in the west with a view that loves.

Kids wearing bikini tops and great gems,

Running around with no worries and fears.

Spending endless hours with your best friends,

Going on adventures while chanting cheers.

Swimming in big pools and beaches daily,

Leaving with sunkissed hair and golden skin.

Where the tan will fade but the memories,

Will always stay with me and my great kins.

Summer is always when my head is clear,

In the long-awaited days of the year.