Above the rest, I have one trait A hunger that I cannot sate The road I walk by chance or fate The burning desire to create Waxen colours melt in my hands As I give birth to faraway lands Snow and sky and sun and sands Through it all, my need still stands So I sing, and draw through sound Notes are king, with colors crowned The magic here makes me confound And over the hills my wants bound I have searched and I have sought But all I've found has been naught Everything that I've been taught Cannot sate my hungry thoughts Perhaps you cannot just learn But take the path and every turn And eventually you may discern Within you is that for which you yearn My path far from over, now I write For in my own worlds I take flight Sound's voice and color's sight Kindling for my fire, now alight BiographyMy name is Elizabeth Golden, I graduate in 2019, and I am from Alaska, Washington, and Minnesota. I work with, love, and own parrots. I like to read fantasy, and like to write fantasy as well as poetry. Most of my works explore the ideas of freedom, individuality, and creation.
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BiographyClass of 2019
BiographyMy name is Aspen Goyne-Storm. I'm a senior this year, so I’ll graduate in 2019. I enjoy reading anything really, but I prefer Dystopias and Mystery. I’ve recently gotten into poetry. I gather inspiration from my friends and experiences. I think the best poetry is the stuff filled with emotions.
Everyday, to get to where I need to go, I walk a taut, thin string. Down below is an abyss of shadows as far as the eye can see. The string sways from time to time, And my footing can sometimes slip, But on I walk got to get to where I need to be. Today, however, my footing has gave way, And though I hold onto the string, My fingers are failing me. I try my hardest not to slip, Yet my fingers cannot hold on. Now I wonder as I fall what the darkness holds for me. BiographyClass of 2021
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