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Old Pictures By: Zaniyah Grooms

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

June 16, 2017

Filed under Creative Space

All these old pictures full of happiness and smiles But looking at them gives me sadness They show all the lies You told It makes me cry Until I take my final gasp Of air You make me wonder Do you really Love Me?  

Archer By: Jared Kruszka

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

June 16, 2017

Filed under Creative Space

He waited for his prey to arrive. He was going to take it back home to his family. They were starving out there in their little home. He seeked pain and misery from the cold snow and metal. His bow froze his hand to it. Frost...

Life By: Nico Diaz

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

June 5, 2017

Filed under Creative Space

Life can be hard You don’t know what to do Because you still have such a long life to live Even when you think you have no motive You can’t stay captive You have to stay active When you lose someone you love It’s hear...

Happiness? By: Genesis Henriquez

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

May 18, 2017

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All I want is full happiness   The way your hair falls to your face Your big smile used to avoid the sadness The sparkle in your eye , but they are really lingering tears So much has happened to you, but secrets are ...

The Dark Side of the Moon By: Charlotte Cardenas

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

May 16, 2017

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Some may say it’s wrong To look at you the way I do.   I expect to see that part of your face Where the sections of your hair gently fall To cover your cheeks and glasses.   Where there are so ma...

Heart of a Champion By: Nico Diaz

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

May 12, 2017

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After all I’ve done, I still came up short. No matter how much time I dedicated, After those long nights of being sore, I still came up short. But life is like that. It was about learning what I lacked. Wh...

The Scream (Inspired by The Scream by Edvard Munch) By: Emma Hodgins

Genesis Henriquez, Spring Editor

May 10, 2017

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He froze. His face plastered with horror. He watches me. He watched everyone.   We were an open book. He was a reader. Now forever still he stands Watching us. Doesn’t dare to move an inch. Terrified of th...

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