Duality of Years
by Jacob Rapucci '19
This year was the worst.
Yes, this year was the worst.
This year was the best.
Yes, this year was the best.
Best and worst
There will always be pain with joy
And sometimes crying leads to laughter
So stand strong
Your lows will turn into highs
Don't let the years’ duality destroy you
Lost and Found, Maybe
by Lauren Mesley, '18
This goes out to all the missing and stolen wallets of the world.
To that ten dollar bill that grew legs
and pranced off into an alternate dimension.
To the pennies that were thrown on the ground
by people who thought they were worthless.
This goes out to the one-hundred dollar bill
and the car keys
that were left in a bottomless coat pocket,
and to the despicable co-worker who took the coat
thinkin’ it was theirs.
This goes out to the smartphones,
and prescription glasses,
and expensive cameras,
that have a nice studio apartment
in the bottom of the ocean.
This goes out to all the laptops
that’ve had the blissful taste of coffee
spilled all over their hard drive,
and to all the mornings that have malfunctioned because of it.
This goes out to all the single missing diamond earrings,
and all the engagement rings
that have taken a train through the entire digestive system
of a dog.
This goes out to all that food that had to be thrown away
due to a power outage.
To all the clean water that goes down the drain
when the faucet can’t stop crying
because no one cared enough to turn it off all the way.
To all the bottles that never get recycled,
and all the gym memberships
that sit lazily in between the couch cushions
and snack on potato chips.
This goes out to all the words
anyone has ever spoken to themselves.
All the fingernails that’ve ever been bitten,
All the pens that’ve been absentmindedly clicked,
All the knuckles that’ve been cracked,
All the conversations that were never listened to,
All the hair elastics that have ever been “borrowed”
and then joined that ten dollar bill in the alternate dimension.
This goes out to all the promises that have ever been broken.
All the hopes that have ever been crushed,
All the rumors that have ever been spread,
All the secrets that have ever been shared,
All the lies that have ever been told,
and all the sentences that never got finished
because the composer was so lovestruck.
This goes out to all the cracked pavement,
and toppled skyscrapers,
and fractured bones,
and broken hearts,
and cancerous lungs,
and all the nicks
anyone has ever had the displeasure of receiving
while they were trying to shave.
Humans are not perfect.
We put the ‘I’ in mistake
and in accident,
but, that doesn’t make us either of those things.
Maybe we were put on this world to help each other.
Maybe that wallet I lost
was found by a good person
who took the fifteen bucks,
cut up my debit card,
laughed at the photo on my school id,
and went on their merry way.
Or maybe it’s camped out in the space
between my bedframe and the wall, waiting to be found.
Or maybe it never will be found. Maybe it doesn’t want to be.
Life's Cutthroat Game
by Matt Kolessar '19
Come, don’t be afraid.
I want to take you on a journey with me.
Imagine two scenes presented to you.
Two beautiful scenes
Filled with an infinite number of possibilities.
Which one are you to choose?
An unfair question for you know not about them.
So let me fail to capture that beauty in feeble words
In hope to enlighten you about this journey we traverse.
You gaze upon one
With a pale snowy sheet
Accompanied by those cool gusty winds
Captured by a pair of sapphire gems.
The golden sun hangs down from overhead
Keeping one warm while wandering through this cold dimension.
Please do not be afraid, for the cold is not to resemble negativity,
Just another void awaiting your warmth.
Remember, as a child, when you would roam this cold winterland,
It was not a place for sorrow, but a time of joy.
So why not hurl yourself in,
Enthrall that feeling once again.
Why not, but for one reason.
If you choose to adventure this realm,
There will surely be footprints telling your path.
So when you have played your wintery games,
Choose to settle and gaze at the beauty once again,
Will you remember how it once looked,
The beauty untouched?
What will happen when your fire burns too much?
For snow shrieks away at it’s dangerous touch.
Who would have thought that the greatest danger this paradise,
Could be you?
Do not worry or fret,
For there is another option.
There always seems to be forks in this road.
Come now, bring that fire,
You shall need it to see this world that awaits.
Why you ask, for the darkness flows from the trees,
Dangling down over the two moons,
Made of metallic green melted and mixed with a bronze luster.
Ever watching, looking down for a worthy champion.
This world, covered with caramel plates,
Is different from the other.
It is another person’s paradise.
While some whimper and panic,
Fleeing from the obsidian night,
Others go with their obsidian knight,
Facing these mysterious unknowns.
Oh won’t you put out your fire,
You’ll spoil the fun.
The mysteries shriek away from your bright light.
If you keep it on,
There soon may not be many mysteries left.
Is this what you want, to destroy this world too?
It isn’t you, it’s your fire.
Your passion to explore,
The anticipation you burn away with every step you take.
Leaving behind a smoldering corpse,
In place of the one you longed for.
Everything you want in this contest for survival,
Requires a sacrifice.
Can’t you hear the chanting?
Just extinguish the flame.
What’s this you say?
Maybe there is a way to play the game,
All the while keeping your light to find the way.
You dare contradict me?
I am your voice,
Your bane of existence.
I am you and you are me.
I’ve made my choice,
So suck it up and take a knee
Yes, finally, extinguish your flame,
Put aside your passion, pride, and venturing delights.
And jump into these worlds of adventure.
by Brianna Charron '19
Start the timer.
Sixteen hours left
A hospital bed and wires everywhere,
He can't breathe.
Tubes and needles pierce pale skin.
Fifteen hours left.
They can't figure out what's wrong with him.
A wife weeps and hopes for her husbands health.
Fourteen hours left.
There's a small blood clot in the brain,
They don't know how.
He was fine a couple days ago.
Thirteen hours left.
Sweet memories of the past,
Fill a wife's mind
And thoughts of the unknown creep in.
More tears and more fear.
Twelve hours left.
The blood clot is getting bigger,
They can't do anything for it.
Eleven hours left.
More strokes and heart attacks.
Calls to the family,
And prayers are whispered from trembling lips.
Ten hours left.
The tears won't stop,
These mixed feelings of confusion and sadness.
I can't stop shaking.
I want to accept it but can't.
The tears keep falling
It's like a thunder storm in my head
Make it stop, please
Four hours left.
I was awoken by sobbing.
We have to go the the hospital.
The hurting won't stop.
The car engine hums,
Three hours left.
I knew this would happen.
SCU 3 is the room number.
The air is dense,
I can barely get a full breath.
Two hours left.
Everyone's here now.
My mind is blank,
What do we do after this.
One hour left.
I can't breathe,
I leave to go outside.
I think to myself.
Why does this have to happen?
Why do I feel this burning in my chest?
I feel cold.
Like a mild winter storm.
It feels like everyone is going at the speed of light
And I am standing still
In this sea of busy people
That don't feel the same way
Zero hours left.
We go back inside,
Walking up the ramps,
Through white hallways,
Something lifts off my shoulders.
We arrive at the room,
I can't believe my eyes.
The Only Girl I Want
by Zech Thauer
As fiery as the midday sun she lets her golden hair shine
Her eyes are like the stars lighting up the room
When I first saw her all I could think was I want her as mine
And it’s as though our paths were destined to cross through fate’s loom
Oh how I long to sin and touch my lips to hers
Then touch our lips again and take my sin back
But to kiss her would go against the king and heir
Being with her makes me whole for the feeling of love is something I lack
Appealing to king and heir is of difficulties unknown
For if I confess my love of the king’s daughter from his kingdom I’ll be thrown
Yet from the heir I receive no trouble nor am I forced to toil
How it works out must depend on how well I prove myself a royal
But royals can believe themselves to be a god
Then God puts their delusions to rest with the rod
So at the risk of losing the king’s acceptance I shall stay humble
I’ll work myself until my hands bleed to see to it she does not stumble
In case of most boys the king wants them to prove themselves a man
And most kings wish the boy to have the ability to uphold good intentions
Other boys loved her beauty and when hardship came from the kingdoms they ran
So to prove myself to be able bodied I shall stand against great tensions
I may not be the strongest or fastest but I believe myself to be the best for her
I will stand tall and through all times I will stand and deliver
Happiness and a life of peace to her is what I shall bring
And I will ensure I am the one to do just that with a ring
You breathe everyday, without even a thought about it. Breathing is such an essential part of life, you must breathe to live. But so many things in life stop you from breathing. Things take your breathe away. Things cause your life and breathing to pause, if just for a moment.
This is your hand, this
outstretched open palm, offering,
and so is this, your fist
ready to strike and beat back the world.