To My Unattainable Idol
By Natalie Parker
To my perception of a thing divine which I have mentally imbued with perfect design who is, by all other accounts, a figure of man but mine eyes see what no others can. When first we met, our friendship was set, but cracks appear even in stone when your superiority I bemoan. Your optimism pricks as a thorn, as my lost dreams I mourn. Your smile glides through life While my struggles pierce me like a knife. Your energy is boundless and bright, while pessimism clouds my sight. And when you dance, I feel my world crumble because not once ever have you stumbled. Your singing voice is clear and loud Just to laud it, people form a crowd. Your writing is ornate and wild By its beauty, I am reviled. You see what the world can be Your imagination is as boundless as the rolling sea Your world is one of beauty, And every day you resoundingly defeat me. Though you may not believe my word, You are perfection on earth, with talent unheard. Your spirit towers over mine, and it glitters in the sunshine. Forever, you will stay unaware of the source of my despair. If I told you, you would deny your godliness and such modesty would make me seem like even less. So I sit and stew, wishing I were as wondrous as you. I am inadequate, it’s true, and the poison green of my heart slowly turns to midnight blue.
Submitted May 31st 2020
My Thoughts in Seventh Grade English
by Kaitlyn Schechter
“New Orleans” I think as my teacher babbles on about grammar. Now that’s a place I’d rather be. I’d like to be there right about now. I'm just stuck in a seventh grade classroom that has the smell of B.O trapped within the depressed walls. How the walls could be depressed, I don’t have a clue I’m just so bored. Am I hallucinating? Is that a valid excuse to go to the nurse? Oh yeah, New Orleans … I just makes me think of jazz and brunch And expressos Don’t ask me why It just does. Don't you know how certain words just remind you of others? Does that make sense? Oh no- I have a French test next period… How do they expect me to learn French when I can’t even speak English correctly? I need a soda or something. They better not run out of black cherry or I'll have to get watermelon again. Oh yeah, New Orleans— It just seems like a cool place. I think I’d rather be in New Orleans. Now I better head to the Nurse for my case of hallucination. What does hallucinating mean again?
Submitted November 12th 2019
by Daisy Labella
Locked in Strapped down Nervous smiles Hearts pound The engine rumbles The climb starts Sweaty palms And fearful farts At the summit Eyes shut Noses wander Put, put, put Clenched teeth Swinging feet Screaming laughs Hurling berry-bomb-blasts Cotton candy curse words Passing by blue birds Arms out and flailing Forget about “hold onto the railing” Rounding the next turn Another stomach starts to churn The first loop ahead, Followed by a second and third Once again the tension is stacked The flip is in motion People lean back Shouts fill the air Along with burps and gasps The pace is getting faster Fast, fast, fast The tracks beneath screech As the carts twist and twirl Children begin to pray As their insides unfurl Quick break left, Quick dive right, Then the wheels began to slow Like the end of the night Boys and girls turn to families and friends Devilish smiles appear and they say: “That was fun, lets go again!” ***
Submitted September 19th, 2019