Parting Prayer
Oh dear friend of mine the tears have sprung As we think back on the memories sung Each person here has added a lyric each humming with a unique spirit today when we stand and admire the song we think back on each word we’ve strung the movement of each chord, the vibration of each key Oh my! Its mastered so eloquently So now that the singers have to bid adieu The crowd shall look up and live up to you for the feet to be filled are awfully huge their heart shall be big, no room for a scrooge And our wish above all is that life treats you well So your place in the world may make our heart swell Just don't forget the hushing tune fueling each step, swaying each swoon But now the composers preforming the sounds will leave their mark on these very grounds for one day they'll lead and grow so tall their memory will be painted on one of these walls Oh dear friend of mine as you walk through the door do not forget the promise that you swore to keep us close and safe in your heart only time shall remind us how long we shall part. May 2017 Written by Nida Merchant YAC Secretary
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she told him she loved him, and stayed with him when no one else cared.
she poured into him her soul, resurrected his aching bones to heal him from the years of darkness he had endured. she gave up everything she had until she was nothing... because she was in love. or she thought she was. time passed, weeks dragged on in silence. but she was always there, always faithful. until... there was a boy; a new face which gave her sickening butterflies with each look. he accepted her, caressed her body and mind, and reminded her how she was so tragically selfless it was beautiful. and it was only then when his words began to sink in that she realized her worth. and it was in that moment she discovered she hadn't been in love until now... By: Kyra Ehle 4/17/17
Sandstorm Chase Taylor Laughter no longer echoes in these halls The paint dies Chipping and falling like leaves from a tree Doors hang on to their hinges It's the only thing they remember how to do People filled these home Now something else has replaced them Burying Shredding Killing The sand came like a charging bull An indomitable wall of earth Crashing into the town like a wave A desert ghost invading homes They became coffee pots filling with sand The howling wind burned skin And buried others, an instant grave Now only scorpions call it home Dear Possibility,
They say I don’t need you, but I certainly do. Constantly driving me left and right, approaching and then not existing, I don’t function without you. You are the one thing I value no matter at which rate you change. You are the constant pattern, though normal, though strange. I predict our desired future despite how unrealistic it seems. They say I don’t need you, But I’m sure you need me. I’ve seen your boundaries. I know the line you’ve defined. Still, I will hold onto you, my fundamental mastermind. They say I don’t need you. You’re a distraction. Without cause. But there’s no limitation, when you’re this much in love. Sincerely, Impossible Man at its most complex
By. Nida Merchant The species of man is a strange case Those who love are afraid to permit, and those who do, are afraid to commit. We mean something and say something else like media, that`s all that sells. We run for money, forgetting health, then to care for health, we loose all wealth. We teach our children right from wrong, but who are we kidding, the world hasn't caught on. We punish him that stole the bread, but don`t care if his children are fed. Our children work hard to get educated, when Bill Gates hasn't even graduated. Technology has boomed and life is easier, But humans have grown even lazier. Man has reached the moon and returned, but IQ drops and we are still unconcerned. Global warming affected December, but our fun blinded us to remember. Terrorism has captivated the world`s attention, but have we even though of its prevention? The species of man is a strange case The Curse of the Black Baseball Bat
by Sean Hetherington While investigating the death of a local little league baseball coach, a curious baseball player named James Connorson uncovered a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, Black Baseball Bat circulating throughout the NGHS baseball field. As soon as anyone uses the Baseball Bat, he or she has exactly 20 days left to live. The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look translucent. A marked person feels like a scaly lizard to touch. James gets hold of the Baseball Bat, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a bony rat balancing on a bloodshot-eyed little league baseball coach, an old newspaper headline about a mugging accident, a hooded bat ranting about skull and a drinking well located in a creepy place. When James noticed his spine had lizard-like properties, he realized that the curse of the Black Baseball Bat was true and called in his brother, a detective named Joe Connorson, to help. Joe examines the Baseball Bat and willingly submitted himself to the curse. He found that the same visions flashed before his eyes. He thought that the bony rat balancing on a bloodshot-eyed little league baseball coach was particularly chilling. When he touched the bat, he officially joined the queue for a supernatural death. About a month later their bodies were found in James' apartment. Investigators say that they were beaten to death with a long, blunt object... more specifically... a baseball bat. Rumor has it, their ghosts still haunt the NGHS baseball field - the same place they found the bat... NGHS: YAY! hoped you liked our very first post. We look forward to getting more emails with your writing. Thank guys! |
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