By Maxwell P The icon of Northern Asia Whose claws are as rough as a diamond And whose blue eyes glisten from the snow From her mesmerizing white and grey coat To her posh attitude She’s one of a kind No doubt! The Legend of Vogue magazine Whose fierce face stuns the crowd And whose photogenic ability makes the cash flow From her chanel collar To her frost leash She’s exotic Isn’t she? The guard of her family Whose beauty can be misunderstood   And whose claws will leave a sc

By Finn W good things are hard to write about i am more familiar with sleepless nights and hollow stomachs i rely on the comfort of being uncomfortable it feels like cheating to say im fine and mean it but today the sun hit my turned back and i caught myself smiling at the promise of tomorrow so maybe everything will be ok

By Emma R

By Dina N Only the wind as her observer, Freedom under fading skies Sending shrilling notes like unsigned letters, Drifting from uncertain heights. In name promised pain Enough she endured, Therewith bloomed a malady of the heart Possessing no cure. Scarcely inspired To invite the wild into their homes, Shuttering glimpses of a half-moon weaning Over the scraggly moor she roams. Though behind the skin All blood flows the same, You and I will be one For the length of forever s

By Sunny B   And when the black mist is standing at my door  My eyes heavy  Falling into the cold embrace  Of an eternal slumber  The sun will creep in  As bright as it was all those years ago  And the world will be ever saturated with color  Whimsical wonders in every corner  Not-so toothy grins  Followed by incessant laughter  Playful excitement for every little thing  Not wanting the day to end  But when the sun lays to rest  And the only light left is from the sallow glow

By Maddie R

Anonymous Time is one of those ideas that feels simple on the surface, seconds ticking, days passing, but the moment you look at it closely, it all starts to fall apart. Even with science, we still don’t really  know what time is. We only know how it works. People think changing the world would make it easier to handle, but how do we do that? How do we change the world? How do we try to understand the long vicious cycle we call Time?

By Kenzie F

By Oscar B It was a brisk morning; the grass was coated in a dewy emulsion of fresh spring humidity and illuminated by the sun's polite stirring. Pollen fell from lush, towering dogwoods, which stood alongside ashy white oaks. Each sought an elusive state of growth provided by none other than "Mother Sun." Every person who has trod this pathway carries a unique tale written by the tracks of their peppy, forward steps. Some journeys through the dogwood end in dismay, while oth

By Christa S The urge to cry to pout and to yell  To hide a body and never tell  To make it right all over again   To be a better person, to never sin  To lie about who I am this time   The constant urge to always rhyme  To cry to pout to yell some more  To give all I have to the poor  The thing is i would if I was less vain  To give to those in more pain  To love and hurt to give and yet not give away  To leave someone you know will always stay  To understand life and all it

Lyrics by Olivia DB   Sat next to you on the bleachersWatched you play your gameIts too good to be trueCuz boys are all just the same   But you might be an exceptionSaid you don't like deceptionSuddenly im forgettingEveryone else for a day   (chorus)It's time to go homeBut i dont wanna leaveCuz something about youJust makes me feel freeDon't forget this placeDon't forget my faceStore it all awayDon't forget meCuz the veil on my eyes isSuddenly thinningIs this the end of somet