hyperion

McCann, Grade 10 my blinding light shines in the dark but i am just as much a midnight lark i can be your searing sun or your frigid moon i would give everything to be your midnight or noon i would wreck myself like the wrecks below to understand a fraction of what you know i could to be your dawn or dusk i would make myself an empty husk transform into anything you wanted from me which refraction of my light do you wish to see?

Poet Note: I think that a lot of people can relate to feeling like they need to change in order to be accepted by other people Light can be manipulated in many ways, and only you can control your own light, but the hands of others can guide yours, whether they steer you right or wrong The name was inspired by the Greek titan of light In all honesty, the only goal I have for this poem is to make people feel less alone, because the worst part of struggling is feeling alone while you writhe in agony.

What You Do To Me

N. Ching, Grade 10

From the moment my eyes laid upon you

Something permanently changed inside me

An ancient foreign feeling lit anew

For a new beginning of bliss and glee

Your eyelashes, fluttering with such grace, Are concealing eyes as bright as the skies

Your freckles, constellations on your face, Are stars spilled over from your lovely eyes

Somehow, my eyes began to search for yours

The world stopped spinning when you weren’t around The waves stopped crashing onto the sea shores

Your absence became extremely profound

Never again can I say I had lived

Never again can I say I had loved

Grief

Rebecca A Dolin, Grade 11

She is gone She is never coming back She died and the world stopped Everything shut down and I was stuck with my grief for months with no sense of normal How do you grieve when there is nothing to keep you going, to make you remember that life goes on and there is a light at the end of the tunnel That it does get better

He is gone. He is never coming back. He died and the world kept spinning. Everyone went on with their lives as if my world hadn’t come crashing down. As if he was still here to do all the goofy things that made him, him. How do you grieve when the world is spinning a million miles an hour and every one needs you to be okay all the time. When there is no time to stop and remember who he was without taking time away from someone or something else.

How do you grieve when the conditions are perfect? There is no right time, there is no magic way to stop feeling the pain The anger that they are gone The hating yourself for being angry There are no perfect conditions because in the end, every candle, every prayer isn’t going to make up for the fact that the only thing that you have left is a hole in your life where that someone you cared about used to be

Elimination Purple

Elená C Martinez, Grade 11

Artist Note: Fossils from all over