The Elysian Eagle Magazine Volume 3, Issue 1
Table of Contents Cover by Emma Liakas
The Elysian Eagle Staff Somber by Callie Carter, Photo by Pixabay..........................................................1 Why Is It? by Sage Olguin, Photo by Daniel Frank.............................................2 Snowflake by Sebastian Lawton, Photo by Pixabay.............................................3 October by Isabelle Clukey, Photo by Efdal Yildiz..............................................4 A Little Doodle by Hazel Furney...........................................................................5 Soon by Ami Jones, Photo by Jordan Daniel.......................................................6 Invisible Lines by Christina Lucas, Photo by Amelia Solt..................................7 Moonlight Sonata composed by Beethoven and performed by Quentin
Eisele..........................................................................................................................8 Primavera written and performed by Quentin Eisele.........................................8
The Elysian Eagle Magazine is entirely student owned and operated. All submissions are Thompson Valley students’ work.
Staff of The Elysian Eagle Ami Jones is a senior at TVHS and the Editor-in-Chief of The Elysian Eagle literary magazine. In her free time, she enjoys reading and eating bread.
Amelia Solt is a freshman at TVHS and is the Assistant Editor for the Write Life magazine. In her free time, she enjoys playing basketball, writing in her journal, and loves Rhode Island!!!
Isabelle Clukey is a junior at TVHS and is the Marketing Director for the magazine. She enjoys reading, volunteering, and watching horror movies.
Emma Liakas is a sophmore at TVHS and is a part of the Marketing Team. She enjoys hanging out with friends and sleeping.
Jordan Daniel is a sophmore at TVHS and is on the Marketing Team. She is often found reading, writing, staring off into space, and waiting on her cat hand and paw.
Zoe McMaine is junior at TVHS and is the Creative Director. She likes to collect little porcelain dolls found in antique stores.
Christina Lucas is a senior at TVHS and is a part of the Design Team. Christina considers herself to be an honorary Ravenclaw and expects that her letter from Hogwarts was lost in the mail.
Alysia Lopez is a junior at TVHS and is on the Design Team. She loves reading and her pets at home. She likes to look at animals in odd situations.
Somber By Callie Carter The hills ignite in a fire of orange and red and yellow Slowly, everything is engulfed No more green exists; Spring is gone and the dull spreads Soon, the fire is gone Left in its place is somber The signature of Death Death slowly creeps along to everything living After reaching every tree and plant, it spreads to the sky Day after day, grey engulfs us After snuffing-out the sky, Death spreads to us Our hearts swell with emotion, then collapse into solid carbon Our inner thoughts match the landscape: dead and somber.
Why Is It? Sage Olguin My room is a safe zone. I’m in my room, thinking about life and lookinginthemirror,appreciatingthewaymybodylooks--forwhat it is. But tell me something. Why is it we end up falling in line? That line represents body shame. Why is it when I leave my room and walk past a mirror I feel nothing but heartbreak because my body isn’t the way it should be? Why is it I have to think this way? Why is it when I look in a magazine there’s nothing but beautiful, gorgeous women that I have to live up to and why is it that men should feel the same way?Why is it that humanity has come to this conclusion that we have to be beautiful? In our own way, can’t we just be beautiful? No. So why is it as soon as I leave my room, and leave my house, and walk into those doors to my school, I feel afraid to be in my own skin? Maybe it’s because of my color, or maybe it’s because of my hair and my eyes, and the way I look. I always think to myself in the mirror, “Am I presentable for school? Do I look good enough? Will people pass by and say,‘Oh, she’s pretty?’Or do I have to be afraid to be in my own skin?”Tell me something, just tell me one thing. Just tell me why society has come to this. Why is it I see so many people getting broken down because they don’t look a certain way? I look in my mirror at my house and feel beautiful inside and out, but as soon as I leave my house, I’m in a shell ‘cause I’m afraid to show my body, ‘cause I’m scared to be who I am. Why is at soon as I think I’m gorgeous, I remember I’m not? When I look into that mirror, am I seeing what I want or what I am? Why is it when I look into a camera, all I want is to hide face? Why has society come to this -why must it be this way?
Snowflake There’s a special snowflake, One individual piece entirely unique from the rest, One belittling, small chip off the same chopping block, One dismal, sparkling crystal in a million, Flurrying and depreciating along in the endless frenzied stream. Lugubriously drifting toward the cold earth, it freezes; Its effortless, worthless movement halted for only a second Before dishearteningly realizing it doesn’t matter, The whole bleak blizzard berating and bashing beauties In its wake.
It’s started: the inevitable, the unthinkable, the awaited, The one sanguine, macabre future of all things, Only now realized. Assuredly diminishing, pondering where it all goes, It gleams its last fragile, futile shine, Developing a watery last stand To no applause, To no recognition, To no pity, But to a resounding silence,
And sorrow.
Roaring a soundless scream, a dismal plea, It’s settled, supporting a blanket of hopeful freshness Atop the absolute wreckage underneath. It confidently musters a sure shimmering façade, As the sun’s harsh, amplifying attacks glare through, Eliminating any previous doubt. ~Sebastian Lawton
October I have driven these dusty country roads a million times All the while trying to sort through all your lies These waterfall tears I’ve cried I used to be so much more wise
This girl knows better now Her emotions to be dragged out and stomped on, she will not allow And that promise, she will hold like a vow
I don’t want you to say you wish you I was lost in all your confusion could take it back To call it love was just an illusion Because I know sincerity is something It goes without saying that our story your apologies lack is at its conclusion What we are, and what we are not, I am really tired of keeping track I miss the girl I used to be There’s no need for your playback She wasn’t so quick to agree It’s too late now, to me you are nothing She was so free but a flashback And unapologetically carefree Now I am gone She knew better than to chance And maybe someday you will realize trouble that you were wrong. Because she would be left amidst the rubble ~Isabelle Clukey Not able to distinguish good and bad, like seeing double This new girl I have become, is naive Damn, how easily she was deceived But for you she will not grieve It was not her loss when you decided to leave
A Little Doodle, by Hazel Furney
Soon A poem by Ami Jones
The girl is impatient She keeps telling me to hurry up She’s tugging at my sleeve Because she’s oh so lonely And wants someone to come and play No one visits anymore They’re forgetting she existed All she wants is a friend I tell her to stay calm I want one more rainfall One more flower bloom One more summer Then I’ll be with you
Everything looks different from the window of an airplane. The troubles which, from the narrow perspective of an earthbound high-schooler, appear monumental and insurmountable are revealed to be inconsequential in the grand scheme of human existence. It is simultaneously the most inspirational and depressing realization. The very mountains, which proved deadly to long-gone travelers, are dwarfed by the virtue of distance, cities nothing more than twinkling lights far below. Similarly, mundane struggles and triumphs, school, work, friendships, love, are meaningless when compared to the tangled political web, ensnaring the modern world. Yet,of mankind's greatest empires, would be revealed as nothing more than petty squabbles.
Invisible Lines By Christina Lucas
Piano Performance Pieces by Quentin Eisele View sonata at http://bit.ly/2AWiD1C View original composition at http://bit. ly/2Dc5jre