Poem by Madelyn J.
Chocolate tastes like stars The cocoa bean's flavor so bright it lights up your lonely pallet Sweet something Sea salt blazes through your tastebuds, flowing a river of astroids Sweet something The creamy fillings lush as the Milky Way, overpouring from your soul Sweet something But then the intertwined universes rip Apart they go Chocolate tastes like darkness Sea salt flows from your iris The filling gone with the light Sweet nothing
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Artwork by Autumn J. Short Story by Aaron Murillo In the kingdom of Winter's Edge, a place wrapped in the embrace of eternal winter, lived a community that found beauty in the stillness of the icy landscape. Villagers, dressed in thick cloaks, moved between wooden houses that seemed to emerge from the snow like enchanted shelters. In the heart of the village lived Eira, a curious young woman who was always looking for the magic hidden in every corner of Winter's Edge. One day, exploring the forest of snow-covered trees, she discovered an ancient door carved from ice that seemed to lead to another world. Intrigued, Eira opened the door and found herself in a magical place filled with glowing creatures. She was in the secret realm of Winter's Dream, where winter came to life in an amazing way. Centennial trees told stories with their ice leaves, and forest animals danced to the rhythm of the soft winter breeze. Eira marveled at the beauty of Winter's Dream, but she knew that she must return to her village. She shared her experiences with the villagers, who were excited to hear about the enchanted kingdom. From that day on, the Winter's Edge community organized annual expeditions to visit Winter's Dream and celebrate the unique connection between both worlds. Thus, each winter, the village immersed itself in the magic of Winter's Edge and Winter's Dream, weaving links between reality and dreams, proving that even in the coldness of winter, the warmth of community and shared magic could light the way. Two stars There are, billions of stars And every star is a person All completely unique And all completely bizarre But see, this story’s about just two stars, And how they both glow bright Even When spotted from afar Like two little fireflies stuck inside a clear mason jar Each on a path to collide One into the other But they couldn’t care less Because they fear no destruction As long as they have each other. -By Tevin J. Artwork by Jared L.
Starlight starbright First star I see tonight I look further Past simple sights Into deep space I wish tonight There still is much That’s left unknown From Bermuda seas To Cleo's tomb But my true wish Is deeper still Into deep space I send my will But if the force Of gravity Will pull me from The galaxy Then will my dream Be strong enough To travel space And dazzle stars? To embrace the sky Like asteroids And falling comets Through the void And have this wish I wish tonight I wish I may I wish I might -By Stephanie W . Poetry by Audrey S. I'M GONNA EAT IT IT'S CONSUMING ME EACH NEW WRITING LABEL A POETICNESS KEEPS CLAWING AT ME IT JUST KEEPS GOIN IT JUST KEEPS GOIN THE ENDLESS POEM REVERTING TO THE SAME MOTIFS "How are you still going?" IT JUST COMES TO ME NEED TO PUT THE PHONE AWAY NEED TO TURN OFF MY BRAIN CONSUMED BY A POEM THE NIGHT FADES INTO DAY HOW THE HECK AM I STILL WRITING THINGS?!?!?!? THE MASTER MIND IS POSSESSING ME IT MAKES ME KEEP WRITING POEMS THE ENDLESS POEM CREATIVITY THAT WILL NEVER CEASE COULD IT BE THE DEATH OF ME? REST IN PEACE NEVER GET TO SLEEP THE DEAD DRAMATIC THE DEAD ARTIST I KEEP ON GOIN THE ART IS ME UNDEAD, I'LL NEVER SLEEP THE ENDLESS POEM IT'S CLAWING AT ME FROM THE GRAVEYARD I SLEEP WALK TO CONTINUE WRITING Artwork by Grayson H.
Every kid likes to play in a puddle, Then the water leaves us. We then go and find more ways to get into trouble. Life goes on and so we must. As we become older, It'll eventually become colder. Water will begin to freeze, And we begin to be. As one beautiful joy starts to be dull, My heart fills with that open gaping hole. Time repeats with every season, I think logically of reason. But every so often, In the future, I get close to my coffin. Life takes you by surprise. you stumble down to see the sunrise. Life is not that bad when you slip into a puddle. You realize that life is not that much of a struggle. Take a look around, tell me what you see All it takes is a puddle to see beauty is all around as much can be. -Carlos Lopez Fierro Photo by: Danielle Haynes
2 of me
by Tai Haley There's only one of me If there was two i would never be alone If i close my eyes and think real hard sometimes i can see the other me A better me One with lots of friends and a boyfriend One with strong bonds with her peers Two of me would be too many though The other me doesn't have joie and brianne The other me doesn't have ms stolle as a teacher There can only be one of me I am the best me Our December contest (theme: CHIMNEY) was exclusive for our Instagram followers (as it was only announced there). Be sure to follow us for more exclusive opportunities! @RHSinstapoetry
The winning piece was created by artist Liz Rone! Congrats Liz! I Got You Windy
by Shawn Buttry Today was a weird day. It is the third day of school, and even though it is still summer it was 0 degrees! They canceled school and pretty much everything else since everyone is convinced it is the end of the world. My Mom is in the living room talking to my Grandma, and listening to the news which is a mix of scientist star eyed speculating at the anomaly of how every thermometer is accurately reading 0 degrees no matter what unit it is or where it is in the world. And crazy, people who somehow got interviewed, ranting that you should have been preparing a doomsday shelter, this enter time. I, on the other hand, unlike the rest of the world, refused to hide in my “safe” house or some hole that I built in the ground, and called it smart preparation. I know exactly what it is, she’s upset. I put on three of my best leggings, a big pair of sweatpants, two sweaters, and a big fur coat. I open my door and immediately shrink back to hide in my room as my Mom paced by my room. She paused for a moment and asked “Chloe is up, are you ok?” As she was about to open the door I stuck my hand out and stopped it, responding nervously “I uuuhhhm… I’m uhhh… I’m uh-naked don’t come. I’m good though, thanks mom.” “Well okay, come out so we can talk, and whatever you do, don’t go outside.” My Mom said as she walked away. I let out a deep sigh then muttered under my breath, “Yeah, I know Mom.” I waited for her footsteps to reside and lucky enough for me I heard the front door open and a huge gust of wind whipped in causing lots of noise and distraction. Mom was probably looking at the weather for herself. I took this perfect opportunity to rush out the back door as quietly as possible. I had to fight for a good 10 seconds to get the door closed. Though I am far from weak, the wind was pushing against me with such force in every direction I thought I might fly away. I ran to the gate where my back was chained up. I take the necklace I keep the key on out of my shirt, unlock it and bolt to the back of the yard to the secret path. I go through a gap where my neighbor's fence is broken, and I come out on the street behind my house. I take that down through our quaint little city. Man, you know a lot of people give me weird looks especially on my bike. I am a 17 year old black girl, 5 foot tall with about two 3 foot braids of luscious brown hair. But now add in that I am on a ginormous heavy duty mountain bike. Today if anyone was out today the looks would be much worse, because on top of all that I look like that ET guy when he was trying to learn to fly a bike. My braids are just swinging every which way and the wind is so bad that when I come over the top of a hill or around a sharp turn I would lift off the ground for quite a few seconds. I zipped into downtown, passed the news station, the city hall, city park until finally, I turned right down a spooky looking street with nothing except for crooked trees and a big massive building, that was the local greenhouse a long long time ago. I came to a stop, jumped off my bike, and ran inside. The wind was so much worse here I definitely flew a couple of times, guess I was right. I managed to get inside and to my surprise instead of the wind getting worse inside it went dead still. It was only one large rectangular room about 100 by 200 feet and at least 50 feet tall with a fancy glass vault ceiling. I looked around but didn't see anything outside of us all, the doors in the back that used to lead somewhere, and the 5 foot shelf tables wrapping around the interior wild with years of untamed weeds. “Windy!” I called out and that is when it all hit me it was like a brick wall of wind, emotion, and sound all at once. I couldn't make out what all that was but it took me a second to recuperate from that accidental blow. I looked up and in a swirling ball of wind in a small transparent blue, a girl hugging her knees to her chest was floating 40 feet in the air. “Windy!” I called up again. The little girl yelled back in a small voice in between sobs, Windy usually looks around my age even though she is eternally older, today she looked a lot younger than usual. “GO AWAY!” She blasted me with wind and her reverse empathy power again, only this time it was a lot weaker, I could tell she was seriously hurting. I used the techniques she had taught me in the past 3 summers, the same ones I used to get here without dying, to balance on the now furious wind around me and float on up to her. I put my hand on her shoulder and in a quiet and approachable voice I asked “What's wrong Windy?” She looked up at me and just the sad look and water in her eyes was enough to break my heart, but then she said “He’s gone. My Dad died.” and something about the way she said it just killed me inside. She tucked her head back in between her knees. Without thinking about it I pulled her into a hug and said with tears in my eyes too and slowly told the story I didn't trust with anyone else “It’s going to be okay. I remember how I felt when I lost my Dad. I probably wouldn't have made it, but then I met you,” Windy looked up at me and the wind started to die down. “You were so kind and nice to me and because of your powers you could feel what I was going through and supported me even though I gave you absolutely no reason to.” At that part we were back on the ground and we both chuckled a bit. “I am so grateful, to you. I will always be here for you, because I care about you.” I could feel my cheeks flush, but I didn't care. Instead I focused on the swelling feeling of pride and friendship growing in my chest.” I could see it clearly now, she must have changed her appearance cause now instead of looking like she was 3 she was back to appearing 17, but she was still as beautiful as ever. We stared at each other for a minute, and as soon as I was about to ask if she was okay now she pulled me into a tight hug and we just sat there for who knows how long. I could already see the headline no one else would. Random High School Girl Saves The World By Calming Down The Demigod of Wind and Emotion. I sat up abruptly startling Windy who had gotten so comfy that apparently she had started to doze off. “What's wrong?” Windy asked me. I said what I had thought that just popped into my head “Wait a second, wasn't your dad the immortal god of storms?” Windy just looked down and nodded. All of a sudden all of the warm and cuddly companionship was replaced with a sticky, prickly, hot, and boiling emotion, I knew that whoever had done this to her I was going to find them and make them pay. “Wind” Written by Jacoby T AKA Battle Hawk Life learned how to move because of the wind, unexpectedly changing for better or for worse. Love floats with the wind, guided by the heart and soul of nature herself. Death poisons the wind with corruption, Tainting every heart within range War is highlighted by the wind, The sounds of battle cries, victory, defeat, and last breaths are carried throughout the atmosphere for all to hear and empathize with those who have also endured loss. Wind knows no boundaries, it flows wherever it pleases it has no prejudice, it doesn't love or hate, it has no reason Wind makes no mistakes, has no second guesses, and no need to check the list twice The wind with Its influence is inevitable, The wind proves its power is undeniable, The wind allows its wisdom seems to be infinite, The wind uses its gracefulness to take back the breath it has given. Freedom, fulfillment, boundless, wild, it has many names, traits, and descriptions Refilling any soul as though it gives a prescription If I were the wind, and so were you, If were the wind what would we do? In the morning you eat breakfast
tell yourself it’ll be a good day til you make it to the end & every thought that tried gnawing on you comes to feast on what's left of you as soon as you lay your head, it takes the breath out of you opens your closet & unleashes everything you shoved away, it wants nothing left of you and will eat at your brain til your so weak you give in and the monster under your bed can take over so no one will know of you again, so that you’ll look in the mirror and not see yourself staring back rot you from the inside is its hope It wants to consume every part of you Your mind your body your soul til it becomes you Or you it. -Abigail A. Poem by Audrey Buttry Dear You, Every time a baby opens its eyes for the first time, A flower blooms Every flower is unique and beautiful Just like every person All flowers go through their ups and downs in life Just like all people do When you look at yourself in the mirror, You shouldn't point out only the negatives Instead You should realize that all flowers have positive a negatives In everything In their appearance And the way they act and the things they do You should also know The flower that bloomed the day you were born Was the most beautiful one of all Love, Your Friend Prose by Shawn Buttry On the southern edge of London a small girl around the age of 4 by the name of Katrina with her parents walking into the park. “Look, it's a butterfly!” Katerina exclaimed excitedly. She ran ahead to get a closer look. And though Mommy warned her to be careful she darted ahead as fast as she could, she just had to catch that butterfly, or at least see where it was going. Katerina was running for what seemed like a very long time, and she started to lose her breath and slow down. Just as she was going to stop to catch her breath, she tripped and fell into a small field of flowers. After a bit of Katrina laying there to catch her breath, she realized something had changed. Katrina stood up to see where the butterfly had gone, but when she was looking around the better question was where had she gone. Katrina spun around and around in circles a few times to try and see where the butterfly had gone, or better yet her parents or even the park itself. Katrina stopped and stared when her brain finally registered the big tree right in front of her, but the oddest thing happened when she looked at the tree. It began to glow and weird symbols and drawings curved up the tree Until it was covered in runic-like drawings and a door appeared in the center. Katrina turned her head around cautiously, not really wanting to take her eyes off of the tree, and she called out “Momm-.” But she cut off, the voice that came out of her mouth was not her own, in fact now that she looked back since she b-, … since she b-. … Actually, She did not remember what happened but since she was in this weird unfamiliar place none of her thoughts even were like their own, it was hard to describe but her thoughts were more mature like the adults and she focused on other things and saw things differently. Suddenly she got an idea. “Mother!” Katrina said in a slightly louder voice, as she started to walk around the tree. She exclaimed with a small victorious giggle. She proved her hypothesis, she was right, what she had started to notice is that her voice actually had started to sound more like her mother’s, or one of the older whiney girls they call teenagers. Another theory popped into her head, she walked around the area she was in which turned out to be a wooden room with nothing in it but the tree. And as she was walking back towards the front of the tree she muttered, “If there was only something reflective here.” She then looked up and couldn't believe that not only had the door turned into a very magical-looking reflective material that it clearly wasn't before, but also Katrenia looked like a younger cuter version of her mom. This threw Katrina through a loop and she almost missed the door opening. But when her magical makeshift mirror disappeared she snapped back to reality, and oh there went gravity she was sucked through the door. Katerina didn't know how to describe it but it was how she had always imagined teleporting would be like; one minute you’re here next zap then you're someplace else. That is indeed what happened; she zapped and Katrina was in a large meeting room that could only be described as the inside of a tree carved into a tired rotunda seating arrangement. Katerina spun around to see what else she could identify. She confirmed that it was indeed some sort of giant hollowed-out tree, much bigger than the one back in the room. The entire thing was seating layered in tires and once it got to the back of the wall it would jut out again and then be held up by pillars connected to the one above and below, and this system seemed to go on forever. Except in one little slice of the circle, there was nothing but a large, very extravagant yet elegant, with only three people in there. AND THEY ALL HAD WINGS! They were all tall, elegant, and slender royal humans, except they had enormous wings like a colorful translucent magical butterfly with a human body! “Hello, my people,” The lady in the middle of the box said. “Welcome, for those who do not know I am your queen, Queen Kalabatu, and we have a special guest tonight.” The crowd erupted into cheers. Katrina looked around and noticed the whole audience had their own unique set of wings, everyone but her, and now she was paying attention Katrina noticed that the people around her were staring and whispering at her. Then the one thing she didn't expect happened, she poofed again to the middle of the room where there was no seating except the floating metal disk she was standing on, and the last thing she remembered before passing out was the queen saying. “Everyone please welcome our human champion for the bloom games for our clan to earn the golden nectar, her human name was Katrina but you shall know her by her arena name; Veronica. Photo by Lyriel Hankins Artwork by Salaya Chowdhury |