The Greatest Mask of All

The Greatest Mask of All

Anonymous

It grows deeper, her smile that is, oh a fake one so. For that she must show off her fake white teeth surrounded by the lips covered in artificial color highlighted by the dark powder pressed upon her light skin. Every so often in which her fake sun-bright yellow hair brushed upon after having her acrylic nails run through the strands just occasionally getting caught in the long intentionally darkened eyelashes. Eyelashes sprouting out from underneath the crease-free rub-on color of brown upon her eye lid spreading up meeting the filled in mini hairs known as eyebrows. For the girl was left with nothing natural on her face except the color surrounding her pupils of a bloodshot reddish tint on the eye ball. The eye that she starred at for just a second longer before increasing the space between the glass girl and her.

Love Bites

Love Bites

Natalie Holmes ‘17

Love bites. They don’t hurt like a broken heart. They don’t scar like a wound. They don’t even leave a mark that you can see. They aren’t bites that can kill you, or bites that can make you turn into a superhero. Love bites are like the butterflies in your belly, they make you feel weak. They make you feel light headed. They make you feel as if the world is standing still, and the only person moving is that boy at the end of the hall, and you. You, the wide eyed girl who can’t believe the sight that’s been bestowed on her by an unknown presence. She can’t speak, it’s as if the air had been snatched from her lungs like a thief in the night. That boy down the hall, with glasses, doe brown eyes, at least 5'11, doesn’t even know you are staring at him. He doesn’t even know that you exist just a couple of feet away from him. He doesn’t know you’ve been bitten, by a love bite. He doesn’t even notice you are just standing at the end of the hall, gazing at him with wide greenish-blue eyes, like a silent ocean wave. You suddenly see him walking towards you. Your heart begins to race. You don’t know what to say, you can’t speak because of how handsome he is with those puppy brown eyes that could melt your heart in an instant. But then, oh lord, he makes eye contact with you, you don’t know where to go. You feel as if you want to run behind a rock and hide. He is only a couple feet from you, you are breathless, heart racing. He looks at you and raises his eyebrow in a greeting. You do the same with a small smile. Wow, you can’t even begin to comprehend the fact that he even bothered to glance at you, to acknowledge your existence. You can’t describe in words the feeling that you have for that boy standing in front of you. But the only sad thing is, you don’t know if he’s been bitten too, and you probably never will. That’s the thing about love, it can break your heart, or it can change your life, forever.

Where have the Flags gone?

Where have the Flags gone?

Savannah Wallace ‘17

A legendary declaration made for inalienable rights

A sense of unity brought on by common strife

A daring ride made in the dead of night

A land famous for giving people new life

A new superpower brought on by a shift to Truman

Centuries of isolation ended due to a war that brought on ruin

A civic duty felt when joining the house that’s white

Power given to the common people

A significant advantage that gives our country its might

But with a continued stream of terrible news

Some people seem to forget about the red, white, and blue

Patriotism is not limited to a calendar date

Americans must remember to appreciate

A legendary declaration made for inalienable rights

A sense of unity brought on by common strife

A daring ride made in the dead of night

A land famous for giving people new life

Our Broken World (Never Know You Again)

Our Broken World 

(Never Know You Again)

Amber Kreitzer ‘17

Everything good starts and ends with little left but former friends

and love gets lost and morals bend

and even the strongest can't always fend

against the sorrow and the pain

of struggling just to speak a name

and think of those you'll never know

or ever get to see their flame spark

in this messed up world

where even brightness turns to dark

and if you're strong or if you're weak

if the life you lead is bold or meek

the only thing all humans share -

how we must face our own despairs

the scariest thing about life is  

that everyone dies but not everyone lives

Galaxies

Galaxies

Abbey Holmes ‘16

within each of us, there

is a galaxy.

it starts out small,

with a big bang.

it destroys,

and creates.

stars are born,

which reflect in your eyes.

the sizzle of contact between us,

just two meteors smashing together.

when you smile,

the sun shines through and you glow.

when you cry,

it rains and puts out your light.

within each of us,

there is a galaxy.

and yours and mine,

is part of one.

Night

Night

Elyse Pellegrino ’16

The night stars twinkle so bright.

And evening colors are fading.

Just a perfect dark sky at night

The moon in the sky, just waiting.
Life ever so still and silent.

At day time, it was never like so

full of mystery but not violent.

The lamps give the streets a soft glow.
Tall trees have a lingering shadow.

A soft warm breeze across the grass.

Sleep a silent foreshadow.

I wish this moment could last.

Christmas Comfort

Christmas Comfort

Jordan Heydt ‘17

The bright lights on the tree

Illuminate the house with a warm comforting glow

Outside the small frosted window is a world covered in white

The black sky offering a deep contrast

I feel the energy of a roaring fire

It comes alive with a violent explosion of reds and yellows

A delicious scent snakes into the room

It carries many laughs and smiles along with memories from Christmas's past

A perfectly wrapped present sits patiently under the tree

It receives excited gazes from all who pass, what could the tiny box hold?

A comfy chair sleepily calls to me with its fuzzy handmaid quilt

Every stitch another reason to be thankful on this magical Christmas Eve