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The shattered area around the heart resembles the damage that has already occurred, and can no longer be repaired. The heart is unscathed because through the hardships, there is still hope that everything will be alright.

Done

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer May 15, 2017

Done Clocks are ticking Time is running out A rush of blood to the head occurs as I scramble to find reason in this madness I’m lost without you But you don’t seem to care You helped...

During the brief period of time between summer and winter, when the sun began to fade and the first flurries of snow fell from the clouds, I stepped through the threshold of some mysterious place.

Warmth

Morgan Champion, Poetry Editor March 7, 2017

During the brief period of time between summer and winter, when the sun began to fade, and the first flurries of snow fell from the clouds, I stepped through the threshold of some mysterious place.   I...

So let your wings catch the wind, let your soul free with hope. It’s what you were made for, after all, to soar.

Soar

JoAnn Ahn, News Editor January 20, 2017

I want you to know something. You were made to fly, You were born with wings. They’re quite the beauty, actually, With colors so brilliant, so alive, so eager to shine. They long to fan out, to...

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

As Seniors In High School

Diana Rodgers, Web Editor December 19, 2016

Life gets bolder. The weather gets colder. We grow older. As seniors in high school, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders.   Words grow sharper. Nights get darker. The...

Leilani Gibbons poses with a flamingo to emphasize the airy feeling of this poetry. The theme of love and nature transcends through not only these pieces but through life itself.

A Collection of Poetry

Noah Smith, Opinion Editor December 7, 2016

The following are three poems that I have written. They all follow a central theme of love; however, I always try to keep my creative writing ambiguous in order to allow more people to relate to it. My...

Everything has to end eventually.

Fragile

Danielle Stone, Staff Writer May 23, 2016

Everything was perfect, But only for a moment. It couldn’t last Because no beautiful thing can.   It was a delicate thing, Fragile, as if made of glass, And it cracked Right...

He has made you, sacred and perfect.

Masterpiece

Savannah Keith, Poetry Editor May 11, 2016

Even if God gave me the stars and told me to paint a masterpiece with my only medium being cosmic, and ordered me to paint the most beautiful thing he’s seen, An apology would be conjured in truthful...

To prove anything is art if you say it is, I flipped to random pages in the dictionary, picked a word, and this is the product. Poetry can come from anywhere.

Execution: Poetry by Chance

Danielle Stone, Staff Writer May 2, 2016

Isolation crawl, autocratic index misconduct. Muted performance sunflower ground zero Quasimodo! Recede vicious epitome. Omnipotent, impatient, obscure tear away. Uncovered...

She was a mess of contradictions. She was simultaneously everything and nothing all at once.

The Moon

Danielle Stone, Staff Writer March 24, 2016

  She was like the moon. The only constant thing about her Was that she was constantly changing. Sometimes she was full, Those were the best of times, But other times, She disappeared...

There are so many things I wish I could relate her love to.

So Many Things

Megan Hoffman, Staff Writer March 22, 2016

There are so many things I wish I could relate her love to.   I’d like to tell you how her love Was deep And warm And full of soft kisses, But that would be too cliché   She...

Many ancient stories are still present in today’s time. Photo used with permission by Leilani Gibbons.

Egyptian Myths Are Still Alive Today

Tinaye Gibbons, Staff Writer March 22, 2016

Sekhmet is an animal on the battlefield. She guns down every enemy she sees, smiling when they look at her with fear. And when she returns she makes sure everyone has their wounds checked. As she...

This photo represents the feeling and emotion behind the poem. It demonstrates losing yourself to the darkness, and trying to find a way out.

Sands of Time

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer December 10, 2015

By pouring their derision upon anything we did And exposing every weakness I got a strong urge to fly   Does anyone else in here feel the way I do? Wrong! Do it again!   There...

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