Angel

Maya A., Creative Writing/Poetry

December 6, 2012

you must be my Angel come from up above tell me Angel, have you come to bring me love? Angel Angel why do you hide from the rain? Why are your feathers turning black from the weather? you are my Angel, why...

Sadness

Tessa R., Creative Writing/Poetry

December 6, 2012

Sadness is like a bullet hole, A small circle where your heart is incomplete; A scar reopened by bitterness, A festering wound that brings tears to your eyes.   Sadness is like a barren winter, Where no...

“Math Mouth”

“Math Mouth”

November 30, 2012

“Idiosyncrasy”

“Idiosyncrasy”

November 20, 2012

Dotted Line

Maya. A, Creative Writing/Poetry

November 15, 2012

I run on the line, the straight line Between the metal boxes Filled with Things Screaming- Run, run, on the dotted line Flashlights, explosions, silence

Acronyms

Acronyms

November 5, 2012

Armed Forces

Maya A., Poetry

November 2, 2012

We set out today. Fifty men and fifty horses, Each a member of the armed forces.   We marched through the rain, We marched under the sun, At times it almost seemed like fun.   Supplies ran low- We...

The Move

Tessa R., Creative Writing

November 2, 2012

We endured a year of nonstop fighting before we made the move. I remember crouching behind the antique, wooden hall table with my sister, Tressa, listening to Mom and Dad shouting, cursing, and throwing things in the living...

When You See Me

Maya A., Creative Writer

October 18, 2012

  What do you think when you see me? See her loose hair tumbling down the color of chocolate spiced with the shade of broken leaves I think she's a bit stuck-up she only looks at the sky never...

One Kind Act Creates Another

Tessa Register, Creative Writer

October 17, 2012

As usual, Hope sat alone at lunch.  She slumped into the cafeteria, not making eye contact with anyone, her long, unkempt auburn hair hiding her face from view.  She grabbed a tray, moved through the line, and timidly made her...

Give A Little Love

Eliana A., Poetry

May 10, 2012

  The tiny oak tree started out small   Swaying in the breeze   Nobody knew it’d soon grow to be tall   As its flimsy branches moved with ease   The rain kept it from growing dry   As the ...

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