The Palm Valley School Student Blog
By Yul B. Allwright
Sleep.
I want to
sleep.
I’m so
tired.
I’m tired of hearing
about other people’s
demons.
And I’m tired of hearing
from my
own.
I’m tired of
anxiety and
depression.
I’m tired of being
afraid.
Afraid of people
and their
judgement.
I want a rest.
A break
from the world
and the sorrow
and
other people
killing
one another.
I’m tired of seeing
the cruelty of this world.
I’m so tired,
and it pains me–
the knowledge that
I will never rest.
Editor: A.J. Patencio
By Renée
Everyday is one you will never get back.
Dwell on that for a second.
You will NEVER get any days back.
I don’t mean to make you depressed;
all I mean to do is make you realize your opportunities.
Just appreciate what you have, what you can do, what you can experience, what you can feel.
Instead of wishing away our time;
appreciate touch,
sight,
smell,
taste.
No matter your opinion on it,
acknowledge everything around you.
People.
Nature.
Poetry.
The world.
Appreciate the passage of time.
You will never get it back.
One day you will be gone.
Instead of wasting your time
in dread of it passing,
live.
Editor: AJ Patencio
By Shelby Armor
This faded picture is all I have left of my childhood,
the simple days of playing outside and enjoying the company of friends.
No longer do I look at the world with gleaming eyes,
instead my eyes are faint outlines of what I used to be–
Smudged fingerprints on childhood paintings
and once radiant bundles of energy reduced to this,
Reduced to working in a dim office and
depending on coffee for the energy I once had.
I’m no longer who I used to be,
but I never noticed those years slipping away from me.
Editor: Bella Bier
By Olive Yew (I love you)
We,
as humans,
become obsessed.
We obsess over
the things we love,
and sometimes,
the things we hate.
In our obsessions,
we fail to notice
the people
who obsess
over us.
So,
I just want you to
know
that I am obsessed.
With you.
But.
You are obsessed
with
someone
else.
Editor: Leo Milmet
By Leo Milmet
As many PVS students already know, on Tuesday, April 24, Palm Valley will be celebrating Portable Poetry Day. Essentially, the students will celebrate by wearing a word on themselves in some way. Below is Mr. Griffin’s release for Portable Poetry Day, where you can learn all about how we’re celebrating Portable Poetry Day at PVS.
If you need a couple of ideas for words, check below the poster for a few interesting words that might just tickle your fancy.
TUESDAY, APRIL 24
RELEASE THE MAGIC OF WORDS!
BE THE POEM YOU ARE!
Instructions:
(Dress code is still in force, but you may wear any alternate clothing that is directly related to your WORD: a hat, a scarf, a shirt, etc.)
Some of our favorite words here in Blog Class:
Editor: AJ Patencio
By Renée
In the absence of
time.
Unaccompanied by
fate.
Not having the use or benefit of
magic.
Lacking
experience
Short of
patience.
Deprived of
stability.
In need of
direction.
Wanting
accomplishment.
Needing
support.
Requiring
humility.
In circumstances in which the desired action does not happen,
write.
Editor: Bella Bier
By Sue Doe Nimbly
i walked into love,
willingly.
you did lure me;
you did pull on my heart,
but i came on my own accord.
there was no plummet–
no blind stumbling.
i walked in with my head held high,
with silent and determined strides.
to all of this you remained
unaware.
you were immersed someplace else.
now
i close my eyes…
i rip out my heart…
and walk out
just as quietly as i walked in.
Editor: Shelby Armor
By Renée
lately the world seems to be on its head.
in fact, that is how it has always seemed. we always have our
visors pulled over our
eyes. there we try to hide
from all our progress, which we deny, but we must realize that we
occupy a great time to be alive.
right now is all that we will ever
have.
apparently it is becoming harder and harder to see that.
perspective is what we need to solve the
problems that our beautiful world has. we need to be
involved. we, all of us,
need to care. it is
essential to stop being
squeamish about the problems that we have all allowed. we need to
stop, care and act.
Editor: Leo Milmet
By Tahra Dactyl
Some interruptions are okay.
Like when you’re talking at a restaurant
and your waitress brings your food,
or when you’re bored and alone,
and you get a call from your favorite person,
or when you are at a doctor’s office,
and your name gets called.
But it is certainly not okay
When you interrupt my life
with your sweet words,
and the way that your smile reaches your eyes,
and how you know exactly what to do to make me feel better,
and the way you talk with your hands,
and when you sometimes mix up your words,
and all of the lies,
and deceit,
and the way that you pretended to care,
and your “I have to work late tonight”s,
and the yelling,
and the way that you ended everything we had.
The “it’s not you it’s me.”
That
Is not okay.
Editor: Shelby Armor
by Anonymous
The world is strange–
full of constant conflict, be it subtle or forthright.
Why?
I would have it more “boring” and more peaceful, more joyous.
Conflict should be a principle of drama, not of life,
but I’ve come to the conclusion that will
never happen.
We’re not collaborative; we’re competitive.
I just wish I knew why.
We’re hairless apes, but even apes deserve better.
Nonetheless, conflict and competition,
be they cancers or creators,
are ever-present.
They’re part of human nature.
But I wish they weren’t.
O God, I wish they weren’t.
Editor: Makena Behnke