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Lincoln Northeast Literary Magazine
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No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any way whatsoever without written permission. Published by Firespring 1201 Infinity Ct. Lincoln, NE 68512
Cover art Succumbing by Anthony States
Title page by MJ Hansen
Advised by Kaley Reda
Dear Readers,
This year was a rough one for the Literary magazine class. At times we felt prepared; other times we had senioritis. Who thought it would be a good idea to have all seniors on the staff? The magazine is similar to how it feels to be not only a senior but a human. Sometimes it seems like we’ve got everything together; the next minute things feel rushed and disorganized and it often doesn’t go as planned.
Art is subjective and the pieces we chose might not have been chosen by others. As Alok Vaid-Menon once said, “Beauty is about noticing what is, not what should be.” The doodles throughout represent the casual observers of life and art and the battle of perfection. Rather than change every little mistake, we found ourselves asking, “Who are we trying to be perfect for?” We apologize if a page number not being centered makes you sick to your stomach.
We appreicate all the media center staff for letting us invade lab 131 and all the teachers who let us skip class to get this done. We hope you enjoy this year’s magazine or at least feel something when you read it.
Tayven owes me a sword btw
-AidenBoyd
Can’t wait for the museum
I ain’t readen all that.
6 Sonnet of the Night Sky by Zane Al-Jabery
Where the beautiful things are by Leigh Nitzel
7 The Simple Flower by Sarah Blocker Secrets of a Flower by Ophelia G. Beltran
8 Silent Phone by Kyra Davis Ruth by Jaslein Gray Fruits of Patience by Harminy Hansen
9 Finley by Lyric Gans The White House by Darius Allen
10 Revelations by Harminy Hansen
11 Panic by Izabel Rivers Bipolar by Izabel Rivers
12 Husker Guard by Kiegon Meyers
13 The Present, Now by Jimmy Le Communion by Anthony States
14 Snow Sunset by Ian Mehser Memories and Oblivion by Keaghan Kumpula
15 The Tower and Frog by Aiden Boyd Reverse Mermaid by Madison Chase
16 One to Die by Kyra Davis
17 Stained White Shirt by Lemon Kucera A New Day Wonders by Ricky Solorzano Robledo Unearthly Cruelty by Caleb Wyman
18 Body by Kyra Davis Change by Jimmy Le I will never run out of love by Lemon Kucera
19 Skull Forest by Shiana Root
20 Bochii Rockin by Jamiyah Robinson
21 Elden Giant by Jamiyah Robinson
22 Monnlit Oasis by Madison Chase
23 A Time and Place by Mallory Jordan
24 Voices by Cade Kenke Speak English by Marco Ramos Avalos
26 America by Addie Evert
I.C.E by Jaslein Gray
27 Fashion Ego by Jimmy Le
All in One by Anthony States
28 Who Am I? by Amari Heeran
29 Arbuckle Devouring His Son by Tayevon Jones Cat by Faith Campbell Basil from Omori by Faith Campbell
30 Existene by Jailynn Gragg
31 Grandma by Alizabeth Harding Pure Imagination by Jordyn Warburton
32 Turbo by Zahraa Salman
The Sound of Sleep by Kameron Bowers
33 Summer Days by Sarah Blocker
The Orange Oakleaf (a butterfly with good camouflage) by Kameron Bowers
34 A New Idea by Kyra Davis
I’m Sorry by Izabel Rivers
35 Light in the Dark by Ophelia G. Beltran Wonders of Life by Ophelia G. Beltran
36 The Iron Crane by Ophelia G. Beltran Honeycomb by Ophelia G. Beltran
My Family Tree by Jailan Kortan
37 Stupid Cupid by Kay Campbell
The heart by Kyra Davis
38 The Pond off Meadow Lane by Ophelia G. Beltran Green Glory by Kiegon Meyers
39 I Remember by Racheal Dickinson Big Papa by Amari Heeran
40 Hair Dye by Ryn Kucera
The Beauty of a Sweet Voice by Harlan Kadavy Saylor by Addie Evert
41 Hidden Beauty by Ophelia G. Beltran Reflection by Shade Marlar
Mesmerized by the full moon’s glow
Wishing on every shooting star I see
You listen to me no matter where I go
At the end of my days you greet me
You never rush to leave me alone
You embrace my need for attention
Lingering around my mind like a sweet cologne
Our time alone in need of an extension to the night sky looking over at me
Hold me longer so I continue to feel free
Let me sit free under the tree
Forever a place in my heart
Every night I watch you put on a show
Every night of remembrance, I’ll never let you go
Where the beautiful things areBy: Leigh Nitzel
I’ve often thought that sunsets are very beautiful
The variety of colors and how vibrant they are I love the way the colors reflect on the water and in my eyes
The way the warmth on my face is comforting
Trees, big, small, green, brown
They still look lovely when all the leaves fall to the ground
When there’s no other colors than shades of oranges
And the sky dims a little earlier and the world slows quicker
All these flowers in the grass
With the smells of sweetness and bitterness
The delightful pinks, purples, reds and yellows
The variety of shapes, every single one is nice to look at and hold comfortably in my hands
All of these things are different and unique
But they are uniquely beautiful
As you look at me
I’m peaceful, I’m beautiful, I’m gentle, But that wasn’t me then It took a very long time for me to get this way
I fell apart a lot as I was growing
I wasn’t patient for my leaves to grow but i’m just a simple flower after all
These are very pretty
I am waiting for a text that will never arrive
Not because you died
But because you left Two words that broke me in two I found myself betrayed Not by you But me
You smelt like vanilla You painted like Picasso
You’d eat junk like you were immortal You loved Elvis like you were 20 You loved decorating like Party City You hated being alone so we were always there You watched Hallmark like a second hobby You loved Mickey like you were Minnie
The White House
By: Darius AllenEvery time I walk to my house I would see a huge white house
Looking at it I see the huge bushy hedge That was never trimmed
Walking up to the house the porch with the old tools on it
Walking in the house I would see the stairs and the living room I would see my old cats and my shoe rack
The memories of my childhood popping up
And the smell of the old house
Was like fresh cut grass and spring time
One two
I take another breath it will be okay
Three four
Another step towards the door
Five six
My mind is just playing tricks
Seven eight
I think I might faint
Nine ten
I never want to feel this again
One two
It comes out of the blue
Three four
Lock the door
Five six
I think I’m done with this
Seven eight
I destroy not create
Nine ten
I’m a mess once again
Guard
By: Kiegon MeyersThe light and air feel like a soft bed of flowers
The comfort I feel when I sit and stare
Although my presence is elsewhere, a part of me stays It yearns attentiveness but fails to capture it
Tunneling onto instruments of creation
The white noise engulfs me I fall into unbalanced and disruptive nature
I feel the warmth of the sun, its rays pierces my retinas
I wish to stay still in time, though, it is of the essence
As time flows on, I can only wonder, What will I remember. A song? A dance?
The faces of those who were beside me? What will be my late memories?
The joy I felt?
The tears I cried?
Or maybe the countless numbers of goodbyes? Oblivion,
The eternal abyss, Where those who are forgotten live, Who will be cast to oblivion?
My best friends? My worst enemies?
Some of the last faces I may get to see?
The joy I felt?
The tears I cried?
Or the countless numbers of faces that will go by, Go on, Past me,
As I am sent to oblivion, Will they remember me?
Snow SunsetOnce in the very near past there was a frog. The frog sat atop a tower far away hidden in a lovely garden. She wasn’t locked up there against her will, she just enjoyed the quiet. She would stay up there reading books: of dragons, romance, and wars. She was happy there.
Soon a knight came, “I’ve come to save you,” he shouted to the top. He hopped off his steed and threw a hook into the frog’s window. He started climbing, pulling himself up. The frog didn’t want any visitors so she just pulled off the hook, dropping the knight to the ground.
With the knight out of breath he yelled, “You may have bested me tower but there will be others.” The frog didn’t care for this and just kept reading.
The next day another knight came. “Princess I’ve come to save you,” he shouted to the top. He started grasping each brick, lunging himself to the next. Again the frog didn’t want this so she started throwing apples. As the apples pelted him he soon fell.
With his back on the ground and a gasp of air he yelled, “This won’t be the last! There will be more!” The frog ignored this remark.
As the month continued a different knight arrived each day. They each gave the same spiel about a princess. They each had a different way of climbing. This aggravated the frog; she got more and more angry with each knight. She enjoyed thinking about ways to stop them but it began to feel too much.
Soon the knights stop. They quit coming. The frog sat at the window expecting the same “Princess I’m here for you” speech, but there was nothing. Another day passed, and nothing: no knight, no crazed man. The frog soon started to miss them. She missed the foolish men who tried to climb her tower. It was fun seeing them fall and come back trying again.
With this new found sadness she traveled to the nearest kingdom to put up flyers. Each flyer said, “Help wanted!!! Get the princess from the tower. Reward: a few books.” The frog decided to give up one of the things she loves most to see them again.
Soon the knights came back: same spiel and same routine. The frog was happy. To keep the knights happy she would let one succeed, reveal she wasn’t a princess, and gift some of her books. This gave both the frog and the knights a meaningful quest.
Reverse Mermaid
I realized I was the character you hire to be killed off at the end of the season I just never knew it
Close to the end I begged for a little more time but I never got enough views to be worthy
Now that I am past the end of your show I reminisce about a great season, for me
For you I was a filler to get to the plot everybody loves
And you got what you wanted
life
While I rewatch one season over and over again
I’ll never leave you freind!!!
As I sit in my stained white shirt
I wonder how I’ll ever change
Most days I cannot move Cannot speak Cannot think
So how will I ever change
How will I ever know what to do
Like all of you seem to
And even though I know it’s poison
I cannot help but drink
Feeling it dribble down my chin
To further stain
My crumpled white shirt
The rain is falling, a smoothing sound
A symphony of drops as they hit the ground
The air is cool with a refreshing breeze
As the drops trickle down through the trees
The world is cleansed with each passing shower
A gift from above a natural power
The raindrops dance as they touch the earth the scent of rain is like no other
A symbol of hope makes the whole world the rain is blessing in so many ways
So what if the sky rains cats and dogs
That doesn't excuse killing it with smog
Sometimes nature can kill you and me
That doesn't excuse replacing it with machinery
The sea can be a cruel place but it replenishes earth's soil
And what do we give in return trash and oil
The starry sky make the sky be heard when aloud
And yet we cover with a quote on quote cloud
So what if earth is cruel it's also filled with beauty
That doesn't excuse this unearthly cruelty
My body
It deceives me
I dont think I am bigger and uglier
I think I am small and pretty
Validating my self to eat until I am full I skip the mirror on my way down the stairs
But sometimes I take a peek
And everytime I capture myself
I am entrapped
Surprised
By the amount I have grown
Wider and wider
Too big to know myself
A feeling so familiar, yet so hard to grasp
It’s hard, it’s complex
It takes time, it takes energy, it takes effort, it takes relentlessness
Some lose sleep over it, some let nature take its course
It’s a journey that everyone has to eventually take, it’s inevitable
But the results are satisfying
Some reject change, wanting to live in their same delusion
Harsh reality, but change has to happen
Because change builds character It builds anew
I will never run out of loveBy: Lemon Kucera
I have never been careful with my love
And why should I be?
Love pours from my ears and pools around my feet
Love builds up in my hair like dandruff, it floats down when I scratch my head
Love wells up like tears in my eyes, dancing on my eyelashes without a care
Love leaves footprints wherever I walk, a trail of silver and blue, blue and silver
And I will never run out of love.
I harvest love from moss covered trees
Love comes out with every cat’s purr
Drips down with every raindrop in the summer
It bounces in every beautiful song
Silver and blue, blue and silver
I am still not careful with my love
Even after it broke me, left me shattered on the ground
Even after the world ran out of love to give
I still find it in me to hold the world in my heart
The world, so silver-y blue, so blue-y silver
And I will never run out of love.
I will find love in every compost pile and recycling bin
I will find love in museums and warm fuzzy blankets
And I will find love in you.
Even when there is so little to love in the world
You have love.
Silver and blue, blue and silver
It is pouring from your ears
And falling from you head
It is welling in your eyes and
Leaving footprints where you walk
It is bouncing in your favorite song
Skipping along the pages of your favorite book
It is etched into the walls of every museum
It is falling from the sky in buckets when it rains
All silver and blue, blue and silver.
I will never run out of love.
My heart is full of silver and blue, blue and silver.
By: Madison Chase
Moonlit Oasis
Skull forest
By: Shiana Root
Sonoran Desert, Arizona, USA
122200SJUN94
Mission Objective: Secure, and destroy, strange energy source
Transcript:
PVT. White: The squadron has arrived at the source of the strange radar signature. It appears to be some sort of glowing crack in the air. Our commander, Sergeant Winters, describes it as a “Rift”.
PVT. White(cont.): We have stationed an observation platform nearby in order to keep further tabs on the anomaly. Dear God, please let this not be something bad.
130400SJUN94
PVT. White: Military scientists have spent the past six hours attempting to analyze the rift. Results have been … inconclusive… to say the least. Morale has stayed high for a majority of the squadron. Not including my own anxieties.
130531SJUN94
SGT. Winters: The rift seems to have become unstable over time. Our local scientists are making attempts to figure out why the energy amounts are fluctuating, but readings will be sent out for review. Despite these troubling developments I hold a strong faith that this anomaly will be under control shortly.
PVT.White: Sergeant Winters, sir, the rift has disappeared.
SGT. Winters: What do you mean it disappeared?
PVT.White:Well you see sir, the light coming from it swelled up a bit, then the entire rift collapsed in on itself.
SGT.Winters:Bring me out there at once boy, this is something that I have to record myself.
The desert air ran cold and dry across my face. I knew I had a bad feeling about this mission.
Still, the rift seemed to be more than an anomaly. When I was on patrol, it sounded almost like I could hear a voice coming from inside it. That’s crazy. It’s just a weird energy thing.
“I suppose the rift is no longer our responsibility” the sergeant said, facing me. “However, you still have to finish that mission report, don’t you White?”
I gave him a salute and a quick “Yes, sir”. But as I turned away, I saw yet another gleam coming from the corner of my eye. Before I could even turn my head the light enveloped everything.
I woke up to the sound of a familiar voice, the same one I heard coming from the rift. I was on a cot in the observatory, and beside me was Sergeant Winters, lying unconscious.
“My apologies to you in regards to the accident.” said the voice. It came from the mouth of a tall woman sitting at my other side. She had slick hair and an ashy complexion, and what I originally interpreted as a headset was actually two goat-like horns.
She looked like a demon.
Noticing my fear she stepped back. “I suppose it’s a little jarring to wake up and be greeted by someone you haven’t met yet. I’m Victoria Thorngate, a wizard from the Solmeir Institute of Magic, and a diplomat from another world.”
When I was in 5th grade at the grocery store with my mom in the cereal area of the grocery store
I see the bright red box of fruity pebbles
I notice a white old man looking at me from the corner my eye
I get a weird feeling he looks at me in disgust While I say to my mom, “Me dejas comprar este cereal,” he looks at me mumbles something I look his way then he walks away heading to the check out my mom tells me to ask “Aceptan billetes de cien,” he goes up to my mom says, “We are in America. Speak English. If not, go back to where you came from.”
I got as angry as Hulk. I said to him in a mad voice some not so nice words in english and he stood there in shock that I knew english
Speak EnglishMy thoughts are screaming over me like a river over rocks
Like I’m looking for a needle in a haystack
I feel as though I’m wandering the ocean to find that one grain of sand
I feel as though I’m screaming in a soundproof room
Like I’m trying to hear my thoughts in a room of screaming voices
Like a word in the dictionary
Like I’m feeling for safety in a room full of needles
MyThoughts
By: Izabel RiversDepression it comes in waves
The good days calm and peaceful
It’s nice you can lay and think clearly The bad one’s hard fast cold and bitter
It takes over like a storm inside not being able to tell left from right all you know is you want to get out screaming and crying
It’s torment because you know what it’s like on the other side of the wave
Early in the morning, I heard the birds sing As loud as the airplanes soaring through the sky
I walk outside to see the people with their dogs on the burning sidewalk
People dripping sweat and dogs out of breath
I walk into the store to see people with their children I see people with their friends
I hear kids screaming as loud as truck engines driving down the street
Screaming so loud it hurts my ears
This is America
I.C.EBy: Jaslein Gray
I.C.E a thing we thought was for drinks
I.C.E a things that locks us in cages
As if we are animals
I.C.E a thing that takes our families And leaves us lonely
I.C.E a thing that deports us from our homes
As if we don’t belong
I.C.E that makes us abandon our kids and pets
I.C.E a things that leaves us traumatized
I.C.E a thing we wish was only for drinks.
beauty of an ego
Resemblance of a double-edged sword
Displaying a narrative, or arrogance
Proving self-worth, or selfishness
In fashion, it’s the latter
Draped in raw honesty their wounds are on display for others, yet, they’re covered in lavish materials
They are brave; graciously falling into a net of delusion
Without spotlight nor validation
The ego aches as reality sets
The feeling of self dissipates
Void of any value
It’s all a facade
A fugazi
Who am I? A question I ask, A search for self, a longing task Emotions swirl, thoughts collide, Uncertainty
A constant ride
In this journey, I find Strength
In selflessness, I will go great lengths For when I serve, I feel alive
My true identity will begin to thrive For each step I take I grow and learn And me sense of self Begins to burn Embrace this indecisive state Trust I’ll find my true Fate
For in this search, I am whole
To praise myself for my Heart and soul
Arbuckle Devouring His Son
I know that my existence doesn’t really have a purpose. I will not have an impact on the economy, or the society we live in, and the world will obviously keep spinning when I’m gone. but why do I feel that maybe I’m here for a reason? like I was put here, on this earth, to experience it. I think I’m here to admire the sunsets that nobody notices, and to be a happy part of sad people’s lives. I’m quite the opposite of a nihilistic person, actually. because even in the darkest of times something is telling me that I am not done here.
Feeling a little abstract
In my heart I do desire
Shes definitely worth the while She loves me so and i want her to know Her beauty gives her a fantastic glow
We love to cook and bake and sing I will remember you always in my dreams You fell down, we all frowned Next thing you know, where´d you go
Laying down in the hospital gown While we drown in our tears of fear
You’er gone, not another dawn Next we know, where´d you go
What do I do now, you’er not here
You lay in your bed, clear of everything near
The angles take you, they are grateful but were painful I love you so, and I just want you to know.
This ones so sweet
Her eyes are as blue as the sky. Her hair blows in the wind just like a princess in the movies on tv.
Gosh she is so pretty but I can’t tell her that I like her. She won’t speak to me, she won’t hear me.
I can try to text her, call her. she won’t even care. she won’t even say a word to me. She doesn’t hate me, she doesn’t choose to ignore me. She’s not even real.
She lives in my imagination and you can’t love what’s not real.
Your rough skin as dark as oak shimmering in the bright summer light
Your warm smile reminds me of the spring
The funky smell I get everytime you pass by my side
The sight of water lingers in my head every time you struggled to run away
Your laziness reminds me of a bear in hibernation
The excitement in your eyes for every treat you had received sank into my soul like an anker
How I wish I would have looked you in your eyes and said my goodbyes
How I wish I would see you again
I know the sound of sleep
It is a peaceful sound
the sound of crickets playing their little tune
or the sound of thunder during a rainstorm
the sound of thunder rolling through the sky
growling like a pitbull
but it’s so peaceful its the sound of sleep
How did you get here?
Summer Days By:
Sarah Blockeryou felt like summer, when you smiled your eyes light up as big as a cat about to pounce, everytime the wind hit my ears
I remember our whispers, our childhood, the happy memories we made together, your movement was so peaceful, like a crane gliding through the summer skies
The Orange Oakleaf (a butterfly with good camouflage)
By: Kameron BowersOh, Orange Oakleaf
So beautiful
So sweet
Just a simple little butterfly with an amazing gift a gift so divine the gift of camouflage which makes you a mystery hiding as a leaf hiding, seeking, fluttering finding food delicious, sweet fruit
You’re a beautiful creature made from heaven made so fragile just like glass oh, Orange Oakleaf
I hate poetry all the same But to find a purpose for it
That day finally came
The time my heart broke for the first time
The pain of never being loved
Broken in my bed
Never to get up
Now I understand What byron was talking about And how good Shakespeare was
The beauty of poetry
Finally entered my mind
I’m sorry has passed through my lips more times than my own name
I’m sorry is a raging river and it makes it’s way past the rocks that try to confine it
I’m sorry is a haystack and the only way to stop it is to find the needle
I’m sorry is a problem that I can’t help but answer
I’m sorry is a snake covered in oil too slippery to stop
I’m sorry is a response, the only response my mind will allow
I’m sorry is an automatic
I’m sorry is peanut butter to a dog
I’m sorry is tuna to a cat
I’m sorry is candy to a child
I’m sorry is addictive
I’m sorry is a drug
And it’s lethal
By: Ophelia G. Beltran
Here I stand tall and silent, But the world around me continues To move around me. I wonder why, why don’t Other birds stay as still or As silent as I?
Why do they bother to Move to unknown land to where danger May harbor?
Why take shelter with another? Why travel south during the winter months? Then it hits me, the feeling of cold. While the figures around me Are wrapped in warmth talking And laughing.
Here I am alone on a pedestal that I may never leave.
My Family Tree By:
Jailan KortanI’m twisted. It runs in the family. Our tree is bent facing away from the sun. Gesturing like a little child.
Affected with an unknown neurological disorder. It happened after the roots begane to shrivel. We wrapped ourselves, one around another in a panic choking. Soon we will be petrified. Like a relic.
Some weird proof.
By: Ophelia G. BeltranA story is never without its honeycomb. Brief as it may be a story can’t go on without it. Even if the story is bitter to its core and mold starts to appear on the rind, there will always be a moment of sweetness. But i never liked the taste of honeycomb and neither did my stories. They always ended up gloomy or dry like the feeling after eating that honeycomb. Honeycomb shines a bright golden yellow or amber people would say, my eyes never saw anything more than a mess waiting to happen. They say it has the scent of spring flowers after the rain. All I smelled was the vomit of bees or a mist of chemicals that people called perfume. Though the more I think my stories never had a chance to enjoy honeycomb. It seemed like something only others could have. Like a smile on sunny day or an emotion of happiness. Truth be told I haven’t really tried honeycomb.
The Iron Crane HoneycombCupid, he’s strong. But tired. all this love business, spreading what he can never have burnt him to the wire, over years he ached more and more, ponderous arrows dragging on his back till his joints rusted what was once a passion with a texture of honey has burnt to sticky bitter ash
he cries to sleep drenched to the bone in sorrow knowing he will endure the same Torture come morrow he can’t go on, beading a plan, an idea together. Using his flaming dejection to forge arrows of fake. course some, most, all, pleading for a halt but he spreads the misery until good hearts are forced break “he drugged and drugged carrying the burden of love he would never feel or stick to see” they’d say, and true it would be.
I’ve been a victim of cupid. Of all his arrows made of guilt and jealousy, of the false signs of superficial passion you know you’re to be doomed if you’re struck by one, if you feel the fluttering pain in your heart , that pulses through you and can only be seen through the eyes he has no remorse left to give to the souls he has hoodwinked, hunted, and deceived and when that very flame died once more over to his piled ash he had only seen then what has taken
from loved to hated and unwelcome to all the hearts he owed he weeped once more and resided to a legacy that was not his own
By: Kyra DavisDon’t you know
A heart doesn’t break
It shatters
It turns to glitter
So small that it fills a space
You find pieces of it in your hair
Your clothes
It can’t go away
Yet there is no more left
Stupid Cupid The heart
By: Kiegon Meyers
By: Ophelia G. Beltran
As I walk along the dry deserted pond that my mother Once adored. My heart felt weary of what lies ahead for me. For my mother and father are no more, and all of whom I loved and cherished have left me.
Left me to this gaping eyesore that lay just before my gaze. They have left me for the world. A place that I May never see or begin to comprehend for I am only ten. My family clearly thought of me as nothing more than a spoon in A fork drawer.
Out of place and not worthy to be where I stand. My life must be As obsolete to others as they are to each other. My Name and face will fade through time without a single remembrance for Who I was or even the life I would never have.
While memories and thought will turn to soil and engraved into The walls of a mind who never spoke a single Word to another. I remember this pond and every life encased In it. How folks would stay for ours and waste their time Over this little pond.
A pond to which now is depleted and overrun with ticks and mildew. a playground for death And his children. Though now it would seem unimportant to most, words
Cannot describe how much I missed and loved that pond the most.
The Pond Off Meadow Lane Green GloryI remember when I would go to your house and have no care in the world.
I remember I would go over to your house and feel safe.
I remember me and my cousins playing in your yard.
I remember eating lots of double chocolate cookies until my stomach hurt. I remember making the cookies and thinking you were gonna live forever.
I remember you always talking about monarch butterflies because you loved them so much.
But now that you’re gone it feels like no safe space.
Papa
By: Amari HeeranYour house
Quieter without your grumbly laugh
To fill the silence
The sun shines less and less everyday your gone
Never will it compare to your
Bright smile
My mind and senses fill
With the smell of your smoked meats
And freshly harvested corn
Crystal light
Your favorite drink
Always asked for the mixed berries
Cause it was the best flavor out there
BigAny time I want I can just turn my hair blue
The second I’m bored I know that’s my cue
It doesn’t have to be natural or boring
And my hair is something I won’t be restoring
Hair grows back so it really doesn’t matter As long as I don’t let the hair dye spatter
I stain every towel with every color
At least my hair isn’t any duller
It’s been every color there is to be If I want a change, hair dye’s the key
The great soothing sound
Of a great sound voice
A good voice is simply succulent
It IS, winning, it IS completing that goal, it IS gold
The great vibrations of the vocal chords
As the deep, soothing, clear noise, comes out of their mouth
Open is the locked gates that is a shut jaw
And here is freedom and relaxation
So sit back and listen
To one of the gifts one can have.
By: Addie Everthow I miss her barking at the annoying birds
how I miss her going on four-wheeler rides with me every morning
she was sweeter than honey but meaner than a lion when it came to other animals on the farm
how I miss giving her all my rants even tho she wasn’t actually listening how I miss how well she would listen to her name when I would call
she was great at herding cows when it came to doing cattle and she was great at drinking the blood up from that 8 point deer someone always shot
she will forever be my favorite girl
I love my hair!!
Hidden Beauty
By: Ophelia G. Beltran
Reflection
By: Shade Marlar
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Al-Jabery, Zane
6
Allen, Darius
9 Fa 25
Beltran, Ophelia G. 35, 36, 38, 41
Blocker Sarah 7, 33
Bowers, Kameron 32, 33
Boyd, Aiden
15
Campbell, Faith 29, 37
Campbell Kay Chase, Madison 15, 22
Davis, Kyra
8, 16, 18, 34, 37
Dickinson, Racheal
39
Evert, Addie
26, 40
Gans, Lyric
9
Gragg, Jailynn
30
Gray, Jaslein
8, 26
Hansen, Harminy
10
Harding, Alizabeth 14, 31
Heeran , Amari
28, 39
Henke, Cade
24
Jones, Tayevon
29
Jordan, Mallory
23
Kadavy, Harlan
40
Kortan, Jailan 36
Kucera, Lemon 17, 18, 40
Kucera, Ryn
Kumpula, Keaghan 14
Le, Jimmy 13, 18, 27
Marlar, Shade 41
Mehser, Ian 14
Meyers Kiegon 12, 38
Nitzel Leigh 6
Ramos Avalos, Marco 24
Rivers, Izabel 11, 34,25
Robinson, Jamiyah 20, 21
Root Shiana
19
Salman , Zahraa 32
Solorzano Robledo Ricky 17
States, Anthony 13, 27
Warburton, Jordyn
31
Wyman, Caleb 17
