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Storms

12/15/2019

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by Alannah Shevenell​ '21

Home of the everlasting storm cloud.
The lightning strikes its powerful bolt,
shattering its victim.
The mirror broke,

shielding her from her broken self.

Within her,
beauty and love.
Within her,
fear and self doubt.
Within her,
knowledge and grace.
Within her,
sorrow and trauma.
Within her,
hope and light.

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A Broken Music Note

12/15/2019

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by Alannah Shevenell '21 

The audience is full.
There’s a camera in the back,
forever the world is watching.
I’ll send it to her tomorrow.


The stage welcomes our turn.
We’re creating sound,
music.
Feeling the color with every note.
Seeing the notes dancing with pure and raw emotion.
The happiness grows with each musical breath.


I sent it to her.
Odd,
she didn’t respond.

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A Flower Sits, A Woman Stands, A Man Gives

12/15/2019

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by Miranda Silva​ '21

A flower sits untouched, unloved, alone 
in a garden that withers away
Waiting, pleading for
A Touch of Rain
A Touch of Love
A Touch of Death

A flower will take what it can,
If only it can change its present situation, it’s condition, it’s delma.
For a flower is not picky,
But thankful for 
What it is given
What it can take
What is there

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Unfixable

12/15/2019

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by Chantal Biggar​ '19

​If you could hear
the wildfires as they are scorching
crackling
embers raining
trees crumble to ashes

If you could see
the waves which shatter barriers
surround and drowning
fizzling to the surface

You are cold 
like the depths from which 
your waves reside above
Your hands
ignite a fragile leaf
Burning timeworn trees
along your path set ablaze


You reside 
within a tenebrosity
These ruins of your doing
resulted from an impassable heart
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Society's Issue

4/9/2019

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by Stephanie Sanborn '19
You can’t walk down the street without being judged.
Your eyeliner’s smudged?
They’ll laugh, and you’ll run.
A world so obsessed with being the best.
Why can’t you be you, without the stress.
The stress of meeting their standards.
The stress of seeing the banners.
The banners saying be a size one.
And so you go for an extra long run.
Everyone’s telling you to be a better you.
As if the current you shouldn’t stay true.
They say to fix your hair.
If you don’t, they will just stare.
Get good grades, or you’re stupid.
Make sure you’re not secluded.
Wear makeup, it will make you pretty.
But not too much, or you’ll look like Barbie.

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For Nana

4/9/2019

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by Julia Pisani '21
​When I think of Nana, I think of
White hair,
A wrinkly laugh,
And butterflies. Nana loved butterflies.

I think of the seashells and sand dollars
That lay scattered throughout her house,
Beautiful treasures that reminded her
Of the beach she’d always loved.

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Beetle

4/9/2019

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by Toby Johnson '19
A stag rests on the bosom of painted ladies, white and fair.
Red lips, charcoal teeth, heavy in spawn-- she is plentiful.
Rice ripples by invisible, watched idly by black eyes,
it is in passing it grows to feed the viewer and company.
Buzzing of glass wings vibration, creates the music of the stage she misses.
Could her heart run free she may let it, to dress in loose robes once more.
To lay bare in the lap of a mortal, exposed to steaming gazes.

Extending her mandible, a laugh peels her skin back, golden scutellum melds from marrow.
She glitters in the noon rays, wasting no time to enjoy beauty.
She ticks a twig antenna and flutters away.
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10 Poems

4/9/2019

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by Brittney Atwater '19

The Mistake
Four years it will be
And still no affections toward me
I would like to say I love you

But it's not us two
Over me you chose her
I guess to you I'm just a blur
When will you see

You're the only one for me
So as the years go by
All I can do is cry



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Confessions

1/8/2019

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by Brianna Charon '19
​I don’t know how to tell you
that I don't want you,
but I need you
to your face.
Because when I get close to you,
even if I have a script written out,
I become so enthralled by you
that I trip and stumble over my words,
and my mind is racing as the fire in my heart intensifies.

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Summer Haven

1/8/2019

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by Alison Violette '20
My anxious feet leap onto the baby stones
The minute they find their way into the fissures on my feet I know I’m home
My life has been a whirlwind of change in plans and broken dreams
But with all my rips and tears, this place stitches up the seams
The water’s breath finds it’s way into my soul
And suddenly every tattered piece feels whole.
I’m suddenly friends with the grass, which is mostly destroyed from the bleeding sun But in this place, nothing needs to be perfectly done 

My teeth are a smile as soon as I open the door

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