Miranda Hanes, Staff Writer
June 13, 2018
The ends of my body were burning,
My hands,
My ears,
My feet.
The wood beneath me was what kept me from touching the ground.
I got up.
I was surrounded by malady left from the people I live amongst.
The light...
Miranda Hanes, Staff Writer
June 13, 2018
The water running through my hands is colder than it was yesterday,
but it is cleaner than it once had been.
“thank you” we say.
I wonder if it’s because we have that engraved
--or maybe we are grateful.
We...
Miranda Hanes, Staff Writer
May 30, 2018
I find that at the beginning of my cry
I keep my eyelids touching
So You don’t see my tears.
My whole face burns,
I bounce my leg up and down to cope,
It’s tough keeping my whines veered.
My ...
Miranda Hanes, Staff Writer
April 5, 2018
The same way a child looks at a popsicle,
wide eyed,
full of excitement,
anything that ever upset them in life,
faded.
there is a focus only placed on the beauty,
A popsicle.
I sometimes still wish I was a...
Angel Phandanouvong, Staff Writer
March 7, 2018
Thoughts about this is normal
Then why aren't we normal?
I'm stuck in the corner pouring,
Your still stuck on exploring.
We used to be so happy I rather kill than lose you
I can stay for the hurt
The bruises
The...
Angel Phandanouvong, Staff Writer
March 7, 2018
There’s scars all over. A journey you can’t feel but hear
I’m as jolly as can be.
You can’t see my shell.
Walking home from the best days of learning my ABC’s
Getting my floaty pumped to celebrate.
I talked...
Miranda Hanes, Staff Writer
March 6, 2018
There was a time where her dad was single,
and her mom was too far away to take care of her.
Her dad tried,
to be good.
Even did her hair how girls are supposed to like,
up in a high pony tail.
Her dad had a...
March 2, 2018
Angel Phandanouvong, Staff Writer
February 14, 2018
It is Valentine's week!
You will be showered with poetry all throughout this week to feel the good vibes.
Pancakes
By: Lauren Wetzel
I could melt into you
Like how butter melts into a soft pancake
Seeping i...
February 10, 2018
Lauren Wetzel, Editor-In-Chief
February 8, 2018
My roots died
For there was no more water.
Only the hot sun
Radiating
Self underestimation
And fear of what’s next.
But I am refilling my watering can,
I am filling it to the brim
With all the love tha...
Alicia Ing, Staff Writer
February 8, 2018
Yellow, Oriental, Ching Chong, Ling Long, Chink
Far too many times have I seen confirmation in your eyes when you ask
“What kind of Asian are you?”
and I say, “I’m Chinese.”
What you don’t see is the vo...
