Monday, October 31, 2016

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.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

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.


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

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