‘Hey Soul Sister ‘i miss the old you’ ‘Me and my broken heart’ are ‘ bound to you’ ‘It wasn’t me’ just look at the ‘cheat codes’ ‘Whenever, wherever’ even if i’m not ‘wide awake’ You are nothing but ‘bad company’ ‘Because of you’ ‘no one’ ‘In the end’ ‘ questions’ ‘it girl’ You have two ‘options’ ‘Chase the day’ or ‘switch up’ like always But let’s be ‘honest’ You only ‘lie’ for ‘attention’ So here is my ‘goodbye song’ Now i'm only ‘someone you loved’ ‘Hey Soul Sister ‘i miss the old you’ ‘Me and my broken heart’ are ‘ bound to you’ ‘It wasn’t me’ just look at the ‘cheat codes’ ‘Whenever, wherever’ even if i’m not ‘wide awake’ You are nothing but ‘bad company’ ‘Because of you’ ‘no one’ ‘In the end’ ‘ questions’ ‘it girl’ You have two ‘options’ ‘Chase the day’ or ‘switch up’ like always But let’s be ‘honest’ You only ‘lie’ for ‘attention’ So here is my ‘goodbye song’ Now i'm only ‘someone you loved’ Song lyrics and titles from: Train, Blackdear, Rixton, Christina Aguilera, Shaggy, Jack&Jack, Shakira, Katy Perry, Five Finger Death Punch, Kelly Clarkson, Alicia Keys, Linkin Park, Chris Brown, Jason Durulo, Tony Romiti, Sammy Wilk, Toni Romiti, Shawn Mendes, NF, Charlie Puth, MKTO, Lewis Capalid (In order of poem). BiographyMy name is Heavynne; I'm a senior, class of 2020, and I like to write and read romance and mystery. Most of what I write is from experience or day dreams.
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hold my hand as we travel, if not to remind yourself of what warmth is, but do it for me. everything chills as we go along; water into ice, rain into snow. the droplets of water that fall from the sky turn into unforgiving ice. your shoulders shaking, tears cold as they fall from your face. they drop onto the ever falling snow, the impression they left gone quickly. your nose is cold and cheeks a pale pink. your eyelashes catching snowflakes. i open my mouth to say something but the words get caught, stifled by uncertainty. i've tried to say it to you so many times before, but every time it goes unheard. i tell you that i love you, the words are lost in the frozen air. they never had a chance of getting past your defenses. earmuffs and doubt. BiographyI love to read sad things, things that make me feel deeply and ache to be in the world that the story/poem presents. I love to write about most things, whatever pops into my mind I run with, most commonly it is late night feelings and thoughts.
BiographyI am Eli Counts. I will graduate in 2020. I like to read Horror, and I mainly write poetry.
BiographyI will graduate in 2023. I like to read scary stories on existentialism. I like to write about scary things and people overcoming prejudices.
Life is a spiral One way up One way down Death is a dead end No way forward No way back Life and Death create a Balance of forces The forces are courses The Destiny of you and me Peace is a lie Something Everybody wants Something never to be achieved Chaos is a concept A disability of the world A disability of the mind Peace and Chaos creates a Balance of forces The forces are courses The Destiny of you and me Forever the balance will exist Never shall forever be broken For if it breaks The universe will cease to consist Good and Evil Day and Night Life and Death Peace and Chaos Black and White Perfection and Disaster This is the Balance of forces The forces are courses The Destiny of you and me BiographyAna Arquero is a student at Cheney High School who graduates in the year 2022. She has aspired to be a writer since the second grade and spends a bit of her time hunched in a corner full of books. She reads anything from romance to horror to even graphic novels and manga. Ana has a vast imagination and her stories are either found through emotion or a prompt off of pinterest.
BiographyJunior 2019
Silver words of woe sigh from the jukebox in the corner Old neon flickers through the windows beckoning the broken in Ricketty bar stools and benches are a welcome refuge At four in the morning the Bar for Broken Hearts is alway open This is a place for those at war with love to relieve the pain A place to safely medicate away the all encompassing sorrow Where alcohol is the glue that binds crumbling hearts together And everyone contemplates their ailments in companionable silence The bartender, with her watchful gaze, monitors the menagerie Calling cabs for those who have diluted their souls too much The cook, with his kind, caring words, heal the hurting Bringing food to appease the gnawing, biting emotions deep within As I look through the window at the bleary eyed lot within I can’t help but feel an ache grow within my own heart While those inside have loved and lost I can not say the same Love has never made a home in me and probably never will In fear I ran from love, afraid of the emptiness it may leave But now I see that I am the one who’s lost the most Even if I never have felt any pain, I shall never feel any love I will always be broken hearted for I never found my other half BiographySenior 2019: Looking back on my life I can say I have had many hurdles. The greatest of which would be learning how to read. Most of my elementary years were spent being passed from teacher to teacher, each of them too busy to give me needed one on one attention. In second grade I was assigned a Special Ed. teacher to work with me every day. By this point I was bitter towards the idea of needing extra help. All I wanted was to be like the other kids, and instead I felt singled out. It took months to get me to read simple sentences, but my teacher never gave up even though I wanted to. But, thanks to her, by the end of that year I had gone from illiterate to one of the top readers in my grade level. Three years later I won a district- wide writing competition and presented it to all the district staff. From these hurdles and triumphs I have learned that no matter your disadvantages you can achieve anything if you pour your heart, mind, and soul into it.
Concerning Dross by Logan RayBiographyHey it’s Logan Ray, graduating 2019. I'm more technically inclined than literary, so I find it curious that in vulnerable moments I find more solace in an immersive book than a CAD design sketch. I read because I find happiness in the experiences of others, and I enjoy writing because it's what makes my experiences worthwhile. I don't consider myself an invigorating and inspiring writer, but that's kinda what I like about it, writing's not a prestigious realm where only the Dickens’s and the Tolkiens are allowed; it's for anyone with the desire to express themselves and make impressions on other people. My inspiration comes from my tiny sliver of the lens of life and the emotions that I feel as a result. Enjoy.
Their voices always call to me
A literary song Hidden in fact and fantasy A place where I belong But they often sing of deeds Long before my time I listen as the old world bleeds I shiver at their rhyme The song they sing is one of old Times of silver, times of gold To light a flame, to inspire Echoes of their stunning choir It's simply music to my ears Words upon a page It gives voice to all my fears As I wait the coming age In the day, she is an Angel. She glows as though she has her own halo. Wherever she walks becomes heaven on Earth. Never does she have a harsh word against the wicked. In the night, she is a Fallen. Her wings have broken, so she hurtles toward pain. The light in her dims until it goes black. She gives up faith because she knows she can’t be saved. In the darkness, she is a Victim. The words of demons slice her skin. Thoughts hold captive her heart to tear it down. A perfect angel loses her wings to become human. In the morning, she is Ethereal. Gone are the painful memories of days past. New wings sprout to help her fly. She wears a smile for all the people she has yet to see. Everyday, she is a Loop. The wings she has break and turn to dust, Her halo loses its glow because of the pain, And then she wakes with no more memories and a heart filled with hope. Stitched by Áine JesselThere was a time when she was whole. Now, she’s broken into tiny pieces. They are scattered all around her, And she’s picking them all up. When she finally has them all, She finds her needle and thread. As she moves forward in life, She’s struggling to put the puzzle together. Slowly, oh so slowly, The pieces come together. She’s only half completed, And her body is littered with stitches. Everyone sees her as a whole girl with a nice smile, Missing the scars left on her soul. BiographyMy name is Áine Jessel. I will graduate in the year of 2021. I love to read fantasy, horror, mystery, and science fiction (pretty much anything nonfiction)! I write because I have always been writing, and it is a good way for me to be creative and cope with the world. Writing is my escape, just like reading, and creating a new story that can whisk my mind away on a new adventure. I write like my blood is made of words because, sometimes, that’s how it feels! There’s always some kind of story running through my head.
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