Keepers of the Moon

By: Cerissa DiValentino

 

We danced barefoot in the sand until moon rise,

Our toes touching and our fingers locked,

Our tongues playing against the heart of our cheeks.

 

We sang songs about our youth,

Talking of each other’s oldest scars and our ancient memories,

About what land the soles of our feet have touched,

About what skies our lungs have kissed.

 

We locked eyes,

A pool of mahogany brown mixing in a bowl of icy blue,

Diamonds sparkling in the liquid like roses dripping from a vine.

 

We admired the way the moon danced upon the water,

The glossy and sharp tips of the waves

Stabbing at the air’s fresh lungs,

Poking holes in its abdomen,

Cutting into its heart.

 

There were daffodils and the smell of fresh lilac in the clouds,

Showering us in scent so divine,

A scent so strong and soothing.

 

We rested in the palm of the earth,

In peace rather than at war,

Relaxing in the light of the moon rather than running.

 

We became night fairies,

Angels of the dark,

Keepers of the moon,

Owners of the stars.

 

Cerissa DiValentino is a 17 year old attending New Paltz High School in New Paltz, New York.



Luna, Earth's Moon

By: Evan Kwong

 

A sphere, so pale but so bright,

shining endlessly like a big star in the sky,

revolving around Earth like a mini-planet,

lighting up the night sky with its twinkling friends,

letting Sol have her rest,

emerging from the dark of the sky as the night sun.

 

Evan Kwong is a 10 year old attending Lafayette Elementary School in San Francisco, California.

 



Three-Dimensional Fears

By: Victoria Staub

Three-Dimensional Fears

 

Three-Dimensional movies will kill me eventually.

Let me explain.

I was six.

Meet the Robinsons had just come out

And I got a chance to watch it-

Wait for it-

In 3D.

Oh no,

And little did I know,

That day would stick with me forever.

The dinosaur-

The Tyrannosaurus Rex with the small arms and the big head-

Took a big bite at the crowd,

Took a bite at me.

I loved the movie

Who wouldn’t?

But I didn’t get over the fact that a dinosaur

Basically ate me

Well,

Digitally.

 

I was seven.

The Hannah Montana & Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert movie had just come out.

They were showing it in 3D.

I decided that I was old enough

To get over my fear of movies that were blurry without

Cardboard glasses.                                                                               

I mean, as scary as 3D is,

And was,

Hannah Montana was right in front of me!

That’s incredible!

Like the great Ellen DeGeneres says, “Annnnnnywaaaay,”

The movie was riveting-

Or at least my seven-year-old brain thought it was-

Until that fatal moment when Hannah-

Slash Miley’s-

Guitar player flung his pick into the audience,

Into me.

I know for a fact that something hit me in the face that moment.

Don’t get me wrong,

I knew it wasn’t possible, I’m not stupid now,

And I wasn’t stupid then,

But I was done with 3D movies.

Sort of.

 

I was twelve.

I had a bit of a

“Victoria (that’s me) is not scared of anything!”

Type of reputation going.

Jaclyn, my sole sibling, knew that I had fears,

Many actually.

I wasn’t going to let Shaune,

A family friend who undoubtedly feared me,

Know that I feared,

And still do fear,

3D movies.

 

But,

That backfired a bit when his grandmother offered

To take the three of us,

Jaclyn, Shaune, and me,

To see World War Z

In-

You guessed it!-

3D.

 

But dude, I was twelve.

I’d seen an R rated movie already.

Of course it was the classic

The Breakfast Club,

And I wasn’t afraid of a little zombie movie.

And I definitely wasn’t afraid of a stupid,

Dumb,

Horrifyingly scary,

Three-Dimensional movie.

Definitely.

Uh.

Not.

 

When the first zombie appeared on the screen,

I closed my eyes to prove to be the wimp I was-

Am,

So Jaclyn called me a baby.

I refused to watch the movie in 3D.

And I thought maybe

If I take my glasses off

I could still watch the movie!

 

But,

I forgot the fact that it’s blurry without them,

And so I closed my eyes and listened.

I asked for an update every few minutes.

Never again,

I told myself,

Will I ever see a 3D movie.

And I never did,

But I hate the fact

That I made excuses as to why I never saw one again.

 

“I was six,” I would say.

Stupidly six with a stupid fear.

Also,

Stupidly seven with a stupid fear.

My excuse from when I was twelve

Was that I was scared by the zombies-

And don’t get me wrong,

That’s also a stupid fear,

But I denied the fact that what scared me was the fact that it was a 3D movie.

I excessively make excuses,

As ridiculous and absurd as they are

Or might be.

Why I refuse to own up to my fears,

My mistakes,

My issues,

I will never know.

Insecurity,

Possibly.

Not every 3D movie I’ve ever seen

Ended terribly.

But I guess we just remember the memorable,

The disasters,

And the best days,

But never the normal

Because everything else is just everyday

Stuff.

 

Victoria Staub is a 15 year from Ambler, Pennsylvania old who attends Wissahickon High School.



The Sun

By: Sofia Wendell

If you decide to take a spaceship to the sun, be prepared...

It is hot, just like a summer's day but scary like the dark,

It looks like a giant fiery ball that never stops spiraling towards you,

Your nose cringes at the smell of the dirty, chalky fumes,

You can hear crackling and bursting, just like an open fire in the mountains.

Before you leave, try a piece of the sun.

It tastes like over cooked bread, crispy with fumes and rocks.

Yum!

 
 
Sofia Wendell is a 12 year old attending Casey Middle School in Boulder, Colorado.


"Did-You-Know" Sam

By: Sarah Margaret Ritch

This Sam will tell you many things of happiness or woe.

Sam's most famous question is a simple, "Did you know?"

"Did you know that sugar makes your body not alright?"

"Did you know to tie a string you have to tie it tight?"

"Did you know that lizards are like snakes, but with four feet?"

"Did you know that drowsiness will often make you sleep?"

"Did you know that seaweed is very much like kelp?"

If you want to find out something new, then Sam won't be much help.

 
 
Sarah Margaret Ritch is a 10 year old attending the Westminster School at Oak Mountain in Birmingham, Alabama.


Morals, The Tree, Life Smells like Candy and Newspapers, The Last Summer

By: Leia Hannum

Morals

My identity be dragged through mud
But I swear to you I’m clean
The idealistic prospect of pure intention
Isn’t always as it seems

All for the good of the world
All for tomorrow’s better day
And I mean well, but only you I’ll tell
For the rest I’ll dearly pay

I do it in the name of my country
And I do it in the name of pride
Is a lie truly a lie if the act is justified

My body be dragged through mud
But I swore that I was clean
I thought I’d try, for cause I’d die
But it was nothing as it seemed

 

The Tree

When I was once very young
My eyes blind, but I could see
I remember playing skip
By a single old oak tree

Tall, withering, and ancient
But not truly ancient
For time is only an agent
To those who age and cannot change it

This I told to the tree
Who’d seen tenfold years more than I
Pacing, praying, watching, waiting
He wanted no more than to die

“I once wanted to be free,” said the tree
To forests with freshwater tears
Not the gray, deserted, empty street
It had lived for all those years

Time had washed away his wish
This was the thought he had conceived
I said we are only as old
As old has told us to believe

The sky faded lilac as the tulips closed
“I’ll return tomorrow,” I say
But my promise, it proved, to somehow slip through
I would forget the very next day

Days, weeks, months into years
Each hour devoted to me
Only the night before I left the town for good
Did I remember that old tree

I drove to the place, to the gray, empty road
The air thin, quiet, and dead
I kneeled by the stump where the tree had once stood
And these were the words I said

“When I was once very young
I was blind but now I see
I remember playing skip
By the single old oak tree

Tall withering and ancient
But now truly ancient
For I have wronged, the tree is gone
And nothing I can do will change it”

 

 

Lies Smell like Candy and Newspapers

Let us be born, but never born free
For freedom’s the branch that arose from the seed
Which grows a heart and a soul
But ideas turn cold
When deemed dangerous, outrageous, just do as you’re told

Clocks upon clocks host their prisoners of time
Those who’d sell their souls for just a little more time
Or their bodies for a dime, but no, that’s a crime
Address only the issues that we’re willing to climb

We are told what to think and taught how to feel
But never taught to differentiate what’s fake and what’s real
Our history is a story and our story is the now
But God forbid a single person question who, why, or how

Let us die old, safe in the slavery of our chains
Numbed by pills upon pills to drive away our pains
“What more” they would ask
Upon tipping the flask
Filled with misery mixed with whiskey to harden the final mask

 

The Last Summer

The last Summer I would see was brilliant,
An ever-growing symphony of nature
Perfectly orchestrated by the tidings of blissful nothingness

The last Summer I would see was a violet gold,
Colors too bold to describe as the sun rose in silent motion
Driven by something so very unseen

The last Summer I would see was warm,
And unmoved by the winds that surrounded
For she shone so brightly that the snow sparkled
As it melted from the fingertips

The last Summer I would see was beautiful but timed,
The tick-tock of a clock that no one could hear
The sky was too lovely to recognize such a sound

The last Summer I would see was truly the last,
For the cold rose higher than she could climb for air
The relentless pursuit finished before it began

The last Summer I would see was ephemeral
By the mast of a boat, she set sail when she left
Her rays of sun just barely melting the snow 

 

 

Leia Hannum is a 15 year old attending The Woodlands College Park High School.



Trigger Warning, Part I

By: Cristina Port

1.
You're going to see a mango and remember
when you were younger you would sit on that limestone wall and shuck the skin of the mango off with a little knife stolen from the kitchen
with your best friend Sydney
you accidentally fell in love with.

2.
You're going to read a book about a man whose wife left him in the dust on a holiday
and be reminded of Thomas the brother you never had
who moved to Arizona
and had a shitty boyfriend that walked out on him
Christmas morning.

3.
You're going to be shopping in the mall with your new boyfriend you cheated on with Michael and see your ex best friend's younger sister Jenna shopping for a pair of fake Birkenstocks
realizing you hadn't talked to her for years and she's three times taller and three times prettier than you remember. And then how you screwed up her older sister Cristina’s sense of trust
because you stole her boyfriend you knew she didn't really like.

4.
You're going to see something blue and silver and remember the school you abandoned
because abortions aren't only for the body
and being ejected from everything you knew into a new small town
because a reputation is something written on a stone tablet.
If you run far enough away from it, it’s irrelevant.

5.
Every time October 27th rolls around you think of Sydney and Michael (your childish boyfriend at the time who you didn’t really like, mostly because he had a dick) because on that day a few years ago you went to school and held your tongue throughout all of chemistry and didn't cry a single tear because you know damn well

people don’t change.

 

Cristina Port is 18 and lives in Rochester, Minnesota



The Onion

By: Brenna Smith

 

This papery, smooth, imperfect layer

Cannot be the true one. I take it in my hand

And peel away every bit. It comes off,

Like bad habits,

In irregular pieces-

A little at a time.

 

Now here is a moist

And shiny layer; I want to believe it

Is the true one. But wait-

Beneath it dwells

Another- just the same, smaller.

 

Everything

Grows gradually smaller

As you approach the

Truth.

 

And here I have it,

At last

The last one.

 

A white, somewhat round thing, with the appearance of a seed, but fruitless.

Doubtless it was buried so deep to hide the shame of uselessness.

 

You cannot put an onion back together.

 

Brenna Smith is a writer, musician, and high school student from Tyler, Texas. She enjoys studying foreign languages, cooking Asian food, writing stories and poems on her 1917 Corona typewriter, performing competitively on the flute and piano, spending time with her family, and reading and discussing good books. She is currently writing the first draft of a novel she began in November 2015. 



My Hot Chocolate World

By: Shaheryar Chishty

My hot chocolate has a world of its own

Let’s see what happens and discover the unknown

A white polar bear crouches on top of my cup

It sits with her baby as it curls up

A rollercoaster of caramel spreads across the snow

As you drink it, it over flows

My hot chocolate is always trying to escape

It trickles down the side as soon as I touch my cake

A Jacuzzi of cream melts in my cup

You cans see chocolate bubbles, it's warming up

It slides down my oesophagus as I begin to swallow,

The slide looks so fun, my cake wants to follow!

 

Shaheryar Chishty is a 10 year old at Dobcroft School in Sheffield, England.



The Long Wait

By: Simmone Nadeem

The sky looked so dark yet felt so alive,
I was waiting for the days that just didn't yet arrive.
The clock ticked and hours went by,
Until I felt worthless to even try.
I closed my eyes hard and just hoped,
But still couldn't hear the birds that once chirped.
Once this world was filled with laughter,
Now it felt like happiness had denied to enter.
I just knew days like those would come once again,
Maybe it's just taking its ride on a delayed train.

 

Simmone Nadeem is a ninth grader at Nixor O Levels School in Karachi, Pakistan.

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