CHAT 2023

CDS'SARTSANDLITERATUREMAGAZINE CHAT 2023

by Mashari

love is only but a word.

a word that is used to identify the emotion, the feeling.

If I were to describe it, you would think that what I've been experiencing is actually a heart attack. but the feeling.. oh the feeling… it flows through my body like the blood in my veins.

the same blood that the butterflies sip and suck as if it is the nectar from the flowers that are my stomach, and the burning fire in my chest clouds my lungs in a pink smoke that tugs at my breath, and my heart beats and pounds so rapidly that i swear i can feel it move upwards towards my throat, making its way to my head to fill the space where my brain once was, and my legs threaten to give up, feeling like gelatin barely able to hold the rest of me.

I feel like I'm dying.

but my death is passionate and beautiful. to me

“love”

is infatuation in its finest form.

a deep obsession with only one thing and that thing only, one thing that unknowingly consumes the body and soul of me.

a need that I would go to lengths for.

“love” is an illness from which I will never recover.

by Mashari

to recover from an illness is to completely be rid of it.

to learn, to grow and mature from it.

that is why i’m positive that i shall never recover from this one.

i’ve not even started any of those things.

the illness that once consumed me whole, body and soul, has left me for good, promising not to return.

i suppose that my former consumer is bad at keeping promises, because the illness still lingers after all this time.

it’s departure meant nothing.

the butterflies still sip and suck at my bloody nectar, pink smoke still clouds my chest, my heart still rests in my head, and my legs are still gelatinous.

I am still infatuated with something that is far from my reach.

the only thing that has changed, is that my death is no longer a passionate and beautiful one. It is a lonely and distressed one.

“Love” is an illness from which I will never recover.

Art

by Tay Williams

My violin heart plays when the birds sing creating the perfect melody

Along with the violin, paint fuels me

I sit while the moon shines just bright enough for my paintbrush to glide along my paper with a mind of its own

I've lost all connection to reality outside of my art

It circles and fills my mind every second of the day without art, let me perish.

Orange

by Adam Ruzicka

I am an orange a layer on the outside to protect the inside it can be sweet ,but sometimes sour

I wish I had invisibility going to places I need to be without people seeing me no worries about their thoughts I would be purple, mellow, and calm

no need for awkward moments doing things how I want without others' taunts

Euphoria

by Yamilet

At a young age children all across America are taught about the dangers and side effects of drugs

That once you take them there is no going back

The drug will consume your thoughts every single second of the day until you give in to its temptations

It will cause you to do things you would never do in a sober state of mind

It will fill your body with anxiety

Yet you still manage to crave this drug more and more

Your mind knows it's not good for you yet you still yearn for it

In hopes it will bring you to a state of euphoria

In hopes it will make you feel something

Anything

So why is it that I still chase after you?

Why is it that I still yearn for your attention knowing it’ll do nothing but bring pain

Why is it that your sweet words plague my mind from the moment I wake up till the moment I close my eyes

Leaving my mind to wander to a world where you and I are meant to be

Why is it that I anxiously wait for you to notice me each day that passes by hoping to get a glimpse of your smile

Why is it that whenever we talk to each other you always manage to make my heart flutter a little

Why is it that whenever I'm around you

I feel like I’m in a state of euphoria

My mind knows you’re not good for me yet my body craves you

I still chase after you in hopes you can help me escape this cruel reality

Who knew I would succumb to this drug we call love.

I wonder by Erin Schwartz

I’ve always wondered what would happen

If one day I’d break the rules

If one day the sun stopped shining And the moon went dark.

What if someday

I’d be gone

And nobody would remember me.

What if someday I stop wishing I stop wanting

Maybe I have to try harder

Nobody remembers Nobody cares. I don’t care.

Yet, I still worry

I worry that maybe I’d finally be done with this And crack.

I’d fall apart and never come back, Swallowed into darkness, Without a goodbye

“the dollhouse”

by Elizabeth Cullen

plants from house, growing from the eye and chimney faces at the sides, yellow and bold. the green stems branch everywhere, standing out, against the blue.

a bee buzzes, silently and still, taking nectar from nothing. plump, bright, oranges grow from the stems.

a bright blue butterfly, perched on a leaf.

a ladybug, a beautiful pest, sits near the oranges, about to fly.

soft pink flowers sit in the corner, adding more beauty to the already beautiful dream. people living here are very lucky to have their garden in the clouds and all of it perched on a table, waiting for its child to come home. and to play with the dolls, who are lucky enough to afford to live in the house with the garden in the sky. i imagine at night, when the moon shines, the flowers will wilt away. but they will always come back for their child in their bed, asleep and next to our home, sitting on the table, ready and perfect to play dolls.

If Only I Could Be a Clam

by Mia Erdogan

If only I was a clam. I could live in the ocean all year round. Swim with the waves, Be carried by the tide. Have sand in my hair all the time.

Having a superpower if not caring how people see you, One I have almost mastered, But like all dreams, They have to come to an end.

Banana by Anonymous

I am a banana

Yellow or green

Happy or sad Calm or crazy

I am confused

Like always I am right

I am wrong

I can’t sing

But I can talk.

Me by Anonymous

I am hungry

I am cold

I want food

I want warmth

I am confused

Everything will be fine

I trust it

Be brave

Be proud

Love yourself Forever.

Writing by Wynn Waterstredt

A metal hand as shiny as a lake

Helping the other,

A normal hand

Creating the other

Whom without it wouldn't exist. A looping void of questions

A feeling of emptiness

Yet filled to the brim.

A number two pencil

As sharp as a knife

Creating something new with the help of another buttoned cuff

Holding in a sea of knowledge.

Right no matter what No matter how it’s turned

Which came first?

Anonymous

Laughter. learning. friends. A place for all to be home. Our Chatham Day School.

This is What the World is Like

by Jackson Walsh

Beautiful or ugly

Happy or sad

Whether you like it or not this is what the world is like

You may think the world is against you

All you have to do is try your best, just try your best If you succeed or not at least you can say you tried

Some people may appear mean and some kind

To survive in this beautiful yet terrifying world you only have to be your best self

Sometimes you make mistakes and it’s okay, but learning from your mistakes is the most essential part

That is what the world is like.

Dear Brother

by Yamilet

Lights give life to this small city and vast dark sky

The smell of cigars floods my nose

An endless sea of people, everyone having a destination of their own and mine is home.

Where I'll tell all of the culture I've seen and sights I've witnessed. It won't be too long until I step on the train cart.

Until then, I'll let you bear the jealousy of my adventures.

Pandemic

by Jonathan Jones

Your heart beats quickly

You feel kind of annoyed

You want to be any other place than this

This will hunt you, but it will also protect you

You may say there’s nothing good about this

But there is something good about everything

Now I will tell you

Think, what could it be that is good about this?

Did you figure it out yet?

You get so much more family time

Do you know what it is yet?

Up and Coming Poets

Beautiful

Seasons

by Oliver Buffum

Summer hot, windy

playing, fishing, boating

beach, sand, snow, fire

falling, stumbling, building cold, white

Winter

Poem

by Julia Montgomery

Math

hard, fun

adding, thinking, subtracting

Really fun working hard

Multiplication

Flowers

by Irene Mordillo

Flowers

So many colors to see That smell amazing

Poem

by Evan Baris Messi

unbeatable, destructive running, megging, sliding

Better than Cristiano Ronaldo unstoppable.

Spring

by McKinlay Jones

First season of the year

Flowers blooming brings us cheer

All around

Everyone comes together with cheer

Oh, wait time for school

Running playing in the afternoon

Now the day is over

Good night, sleep tight

Artwork for all ages

The Purple Flower by Stella Fortes

Diamond City by Jordan Nissim

Drops"

"Drip

Khloe Nguyen

Editors' Choice

"Hollow Wood"

Madigan Kent

"Teddy Parisi"

by Teddy Parisi

"Ghostly"

Mateo Caro Barnhart

"Pumpkin Fancy"

Elizabeth Cullen

"Reflections"

Maddie Richter

"Rainbow Rush"

Zayn Jebara

Editors' Choice

Greg by Sochi Nwachuku

Jerry by Bryce Scott

Darwin by Ryan Hand

Miley Cyrus by Emmy Lewis

'Dragonfly'

by Eva Merchant

The Night and the Sun by Maddie Richter

Owl Nighttime by Luca LaSalle

Rainbow Symphony

by Evi Klos and Isla Miksis

The Big Bob and Taylor Swift by Ben Davis and Emmy Lewis

Photography

HONORABLE MENTION

"El Hampter":

Editorial Team: Elijah

Mashari

Julissa

Trevor

Maddie