The Bird is the Word: Sophisticated Schoolyard Shenanigans
By Anonymous
beauty is a feeling.
it is a gasp.
it is that inhale
that manages to fill your soul.
it is that feeling when you smile
from ear to ear because you’re just
happy.
it is the wonder that gleams in your eyes.
it is the nostalgia of a childhood dream.
it is in the colours of music,
in the rhythm of a landscape.
it is vibrant.
it is so much more than pretty.
Editor: Claire Jenkins
By Renée
Hello, my dearest you.
I have done something quite
strange, and weird.
Something a bit out of character,
at least for me.
I have broken my own promises;
I have divided from deep inside.
From what I know now,
from what I knew then,
yes, it still makes sense.
But, I did not account for my own loneliness.
It creeps inside my heart now,
but I know you need me now to be a friend.
And, here I’ll be for you.
I’ll be here just for you.
I’ll keep my mouth shut.
I have my entire life to express myself,
but right now you need me
to listen to you.
And, that’s something I know quite well how to do.
But, more than that, it’s what I want to do,
listen to you.
I’ll be here for you.
I’m sorry.
Editor: Makena Behnke
By Anonymous
We wish for the fury to end,
The sadness to cease,
And our souls
To find
Everlasting love.
We will hunt
That prayer to the
Angelic sun
And beyond.
And even though
Discovering an answer
Will be difficult,
We can
Emancipate ourselves,
Reaching the liberty
Beyond
The Gates
Of the sun.
Remember,
All stars
Sing different songs of life,
But we hold
The same
Fate.
One fate.
One us.
Editor: Claire Jenkins
By Shelby Armor
A river,
so majestic,
so beautiful,
home to so many things
and I cannot be one with it.
My dreams are filled with the illusions
of fins on my arms
and of flippers on my feet;
it all seems so close
yet so far away.
I could sit for hours and sway,
sway to the melodic sound of rushing water
and leaping fish,
but I cannot.
I cannot breath using water
or slice through the sea
for I am a human,
and that is all I will ever be.
Editor: A.J. Patencio
By Guest Blogger & Poet Jessica Denyer
Everyone has a beginning, middle, and end to their story.
But who says the beginning is where we start from?
The end is many times the beginning of something
much greater than the end,
something more profound,
something more knowledgeable.
Sometimes we must get to the end of what seems like
a never ending eternity to reveal the new beginning.
Sometimes the middle is a nice place to start as well.
Sometimes the middle is more understanding
when it’s time to stop and think
than when it’s time
to pray for the end.
The beginning is tricky.
The beginning is what the middle and end need to thrive.
The beginning is what makes or breaks the middle and ends philosophies;
either they flourish or they perish.
But the middle is always a great place to soul search,
and the end is always a place to reflect.
But even when there is the beginning–
there is always the end to start from.
Editor: Reneé Vazquez
By Shelby Armor
My grandmother once told me
of painted skies and
a blank sheet of paper
with nothing on it but ideas for the future
The paper, hidden in a shed,
buried in an Arabian desert
held the concepts of happiness,
the concepts of joy for all
This paper, where it waited to be found,
spelled out a future of good fortune and happiness
That’s what my grandmother had said,
but I, being the curious child I was,
challenged these ideas and yearned for more,
I yearned for more to that story,
I yearned to understand this fairy tale,
I yearned to be older so I could see,
See the top shelf,
live in a world where I would tell the fairy tales.
It would never come, I thought to myself
“Too long” I said to my grandmother
when she asked me how school was,
and then I blinked
I could see the top shelf
I had children of my own to read to every night,
but my grandmother wasn’t here to see
when would those days come back,
the days of exploring outside
and playing pretend with my friends?
But they wouldn’t come back,
I had wasted my innocent days
thinking of things beyond my years,
waiting to grow up,
and doubting fairy tales
Editor: Makena Behnke
By Anonymous
A little glance from
You
Is all I need.
A smile of
Yours,
The force that
Pushes me
Forward.
Constantly
I forget
Who I am.
Hour after hour
I grow further away from
The well of myself.
Your glance,
Your smile
Reminds me
Who
I
Am.
Editor: A.J. Patencio
By Renée
Maybe one day
I’ll know just what to say…
Maybe one day
I’ll have the courage to speak,
and allow myself to be me,
in front of more than my dog…
Maybe one day
I’ll stop hiding behind the pages,
and the ink,
and I’ll have the ability to be,
a person outside of the paper…
Maybe one day
I’ll be able to talk to you
and have a conversation
without that contemplative silence,
when we don’t know what to say…
Maybe one day
I’ll know just what to say
to make your day
a little bit brighter…
Maybe, just maybe, one day,
I won’t be afraid.
Editor: A.J. Patencio
By Renée
You will fight.
You will conquer.
You will go up in front of the crowd,
and you will shine.
You need your strength,
my little darling.
Though we may fight,
us, together, we will win the world over.
You don’t always have,
to be so strong;
I’ll be here to lift you up.
We will fight,
and we will conquer.
Editor: Peter Kadel
By Makena Behnke
people have heard many compliments concerning their eye color, but not many people compare brown eyes to anything except chocolate.
so here is a list of things you can compare brown eyes to:
Editor Charles Schnell