Digital Art by Chiara L

By Red F When I say Happy Holidays I don’t just mean a day When I say Happy Holidays I mean enjoy your family When I say Happy Holidays I mean be kind to those who have a hard time this Season When I say Happy Holidays I mean from now on it should mean Happy Everyone Everything

Lyrics By Courtney R [Verse]  The sun dips low behind the hills,  A Tennessee sky painted gold, standing still.  But the night wakes up where the lights shine bright,  Broadway's calling, and it feels just right.    [Prechorus]  Boots on the pavement, hearts on fire,  The sound of the fiddle climbing higher and higher.    [Chorus]  Neon nights in Tennessee,  Where the music flows like whiskey free.  Laughter echoes through the air,  Dreams are dancing everywhere.  Raise a gla

By Maggie R I’m standing here in front of you all as a Bat Mitzvah, affirming my faith. Judaism has a rich history, with so many traditions and so much struggle. But what can I do with the traditions that I just can’t support? Religion is meant to bring people together, but I think, unfortunately, what ends up happening more of the time is that it separates people. For example, the phrase “hate the sin, love the sinner” is often weaponized into something more like “hate the

By Avi M They leap out of bed All rush downstairs Immediately run to the presents Got the quickest of flares Wrapping paper rips Gifts are opened What did you get?  How do you feel?  All I feel is broken Let’s restart Let’s go back how it used to be When everything was euphoric  And colors surrounded the tree Everything was so surreal I just felt so… free I jumped out of bed I ran to the tree But before I opened my gifts  I wanted to see I wanted to see if Santa ate my cookie

A short story by Riley J  Down by the river we used to fish. Me and Jack’s parents would say that there was this fish creature, the Bogeyman, that lived in the river off of the main road leading into town.  They made up this elaborate story for the Bogeyman, of how like a hundred years ago, near the river lived a little boy and his parents. And every Saturday in the spring, the little boy would go fishing in said river. The boy’s parents trusted him, and let him stay out all

Stained Glass By Maddie R

Anonymous your words are like a caterpillar weaving its way in between my ribs settling into the cracks of my heart that you left behind i wade into the ocean and let it take me away i don’t want to drown but there’s something comforting about a current so desperate to take me with it that i have to fight to swim the other way

By Kayla B You see me smiling from ear to ear   and all the laughter that you hear  makes you think that I am fine, but  I  AM  NOT   OKAY  When we hang out   and talk all about   the fun things in our lives  that makes you think that I am fine, but  I   AM   NOT  OKAY  When you see me crying in the corner   you think to yourself, “who could’ve hurt her?”  you almost walk away, but then you realize that truly  I   AM   NOT  OKAY  You check in on me later that day  to make sur

By Hailey MG yearning yearning a feeling of intense longing, typically something that one has been sepearted from or that is unattainable What an insufferable feeling to be felt, to want, almost need something that cannot be reached. Like a teddy bear you left at your aunt's house, or a bracelet you lost at the park. Or in my case, a person. Oh how the memories flood my mind when I see a pair of brown eyes or feel the soft touch of someone's bare in mine. How your laughter st

By Kye MW I swear I always be sayin after a heartbreak, I'm done with love. I'm done chasing all girls. Love just aint for me. And when they do me wrong I say it's aright. It's whatever. There'll be more. But isn't that what we all say? Just so we can soften up the heartbreak Sad to say I learned that shit the hard way I'm sorry Runnin round for love, man this shit is like a car chase far away someone shoulda told me that it's faraway I can't even think about like who I wanna

By David S Apples falling from the trees Bees buzzing with enthusiasm  Circling the flowers that hold their livelihoods Dried up flowers cover the landscape Everything seeming as though it changed  Fate divulging into other outcomes Giving nothing but plague to the land Hatred boils within the last survivor Intruding on his sanity and faith Killed are his people, he is all that remains Lambs along with his other cattle were ended by the drought mallis grows toward his life, h

By Angie NP Is it always worth it? He’s broken Cracks run through his skin His eyes His heart She’s healing Patching up pieces of herself Someone else broke They meet They’re souls tangle and dance together They feel comfortable together But his cracks slowly start to spread They eat up and destroy every little stitch she  worked so hard to sew He’s broken from a broken home He doesn’t know how to love her He doesn’t know how to be kind He just knows yelling And mocking He kn