Kissing Bee | By Taliha Ohman
When you kiss my lips It tastes so sweet, like honey But stings like a bee
poetry
Voiceless | By Frances Davis
Given a voice but no use for itWe are silenced by those who hear but won’t listenWe are silenced with hands over our screaming mouthsSilenced by the laughter echoing in our mindsAnd after, we are silenced with fearSilenced by their reputation, silenced by their mothers criesSilenced by paperwork and answering the question“Well, what were you …
The Sudden Gradual Change | By Alex Rauscher
The end of childhood came gradually, or was it very fast? Thinking about it, my responsibilities slowly grew, and even though I knew it wouldn’t last, before I realized I was walking I flew. My childish beliefs, fears, and grudges vanished from my present mind, suddenly existing only within memories that evoke nostalgia and regret. …
Benny’s Dream | By Makenzie Williamson
Benny was a tiger Who lived near a stream And then one random day He had a funny dream The birds began to swim And the snakes began to run So Benny was confused But he was kinda having fun He went and climbed a tree And made friends with the fish They served him …
News Cycle | By Miette Powell
How did we become numb to this? Checking the news doesn’t scare us anymore 1 dead, 2 dead, 3 dead, 4. That’s someone’s child. Now that I think about it, saying that won’t help We forget about dead kids, too. Stoneman, Sandy Hook, Red Lake, Parkland, West Nickel, Columbine. They plaster the names of the …
Desert’s Heart | By Rain Hoffmeister
I breathe in the dark, desolate, night air, Stars reflect themselves off my eyes, As my warmth melts into everything. Distant howls rupture the quiet, The quiet that lives in the brush and trees, With the mountains smiling behind. I think of you as I look at those stars, The ones you – miles away …
Bees | By Kiwi White
I envy the busy bee No one questions you Watching you buzz from flower to flower We acknowledge your business is true However, I’m not a bee I’m a high school student Who is being unraveled by life and study Like a string from a spool Not like the bee, regardless of my business Those …
Social Anxiety: A Bully In My Head
| By Gabriella Telaroli Her fingernails are yellow and worn short from picking and biting The skin around her eyes is heavy and dark from no sleep She’s scratching Scratching Scratching at her arms She’s breathing far too rapidly Squirming all around “Don’t go,” she says to me. “They won’t even care if you’re not …
Thought | By Sean Murphy
He thought he thought so hard he lost who he was He thought so hard life was not life he thought And thought when he should have just lived
The Ballad of the Starlet | By Will Ragsdale
“Another song!” the old king brays as the weary bard then sighsIn a sing-song way, the troubadours say“Performance or demise.” The drummer drums his numbing thumbs,and the harpist’s knuckles crack.The lutist plays through painful daze,his hands gone raw and black. Each note he breeds, his fingers bleed;his strings snap with a twang.He spoke to curse this …
