Archived: The Shopkeeper by Adison Linder (Sophomore)

    Biography: Ever since I can remember, I’ve been driven to create, whether it be art, poems, or stories. To me, creating something is a way to get people to think about the world differently, whether it be through a particularly good painting or a thought-provoking novel. It lets us put the stories and…

Archived: Maui Sunrise By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)

    Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…

Archived: Hidden Beauty By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)

    Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…

Archived: Unraveling Strength By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)

    Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…

Archived: Strangers On An Airplane

By Elizabeth Richards   Jake leaned back against the plane seat, groaning as he ran his hands through his hair. Forgot my earbuds for the…eighth time now? How much worse can this day get? You really shouldn’t ask questions like that, because fate adores irony™, and yes, it can get worse. Want to know how…

Archived: She Met Death A Second Time by Eliza Bratt (Sophomore)

She was running. Faster. Faster. Faster. She dodged trees, ran through bushes, and leaped over logs. She could hear footsteps behind her. Faint, as if they were a spirit’s shoes barely brushing the ground. She pushed ahead, running into the forest. The dog tag around her neck bounced with every step, the chain whipping her…

Archived: Little Shop of Horrors by Adison Linder (Sophomore)

Her hopes of getting a few moments of relative peace and quiet to contemplate whether waking up tomorrow would even be worth it were dashed when the man plopped down next to her. Resentment flared in her gut, churning her already soured stomach, as she felt the telltale vibrations of some inconsiderate civilian selecting—of all…

Archived: The Fire

By Elizabeth Richards   The scars marred her pale skin when they found her. The house had burnt down, trapping her inside. She’d made no struggle as it took her down, the smoke asphyxiating her and a beam dropping onto her chest, pinning her to the ground. She choked on her own blood as she…

Archived: Daybreak

By Elizabeth Richards   When daybreak comes, I am afraid. I am afraid because no matter how hard I try, I cannot fathom seeing the damage done in the sunlight. During the night I steer clear of windows, for that is the only way that I avoid any light that I do not wish for….

Archived: Jack Caraway by Adison Linder (Sophomore)

“The knocks started eight months ago. “I had only moved in two weeks prior and was completing my undergraduate at the time, pulling one of the dreaded all-nighters that defined my senior year, which is why I was still awake at that godforsaken hour. Honestly, I don’t even remember what I was studying for. Some…

Archived: Junior Year by Adriana Madrid Flores (Junior(

Although many upperclassmen have warned us about this year being the hardest year, none of us seemed too bothered. On second thought, I didn’t seem to bother. It’s almost to the end of the semester, and I’m already having regrets on that advice. I’ve cried multiple times and began to doubt myself about even graduating…

Archived: Galloping Fury By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)

    Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…

Archived: Spring by Zoey Aldridge (Sophomore)

Spring A soft whisper, a ray of light. The birds have flown back here to me. The flowers are coming out of hiding. And so am I. An instant of warmth, a flutter of joy. The snow that had fallen, melts. I am finally able to get up, to spread my wings. I am finally…

Archived: Fate Adores Irony by Eliza Bratt (Sophomore)

Sickly Sweet A rotten honey A stone thrown in a pond Ripples shattering the mirror A jeer at a miserable life A reminder that death draws near That time means nothing You are a mere speck of dust In an endless universe The irony of bigotry A broken perspective Fate adores Irony And I am…

Archived: A Song for Someone by Adison Linder (Sophomore)

I tried to write a song. A melancholy song, full of days of numbness like codeine, depriving me of all sensation, and nights spent staring at the wall because no matter how I tossed and turned or kicked, sleep wouldn’t bring its comatose embrace. A simple song, a D-minor, maybe an E-major, an A chord,…

Archived: The Desert Bluffs’ Corruption by Adison Linder (Sophomore)

Light Like a thousand suns, never flickering, relentless beam of a beacon. It spreads everywhere, a tangle of vines suffocating out the dark. Nothing is safe from its interrogations. Everyone looks toward it, eyes bleeding, they cry out its name joyously. They praise it, adore it, worship it, that awful blinding light, But you close…

Archived: Fade to Black by Adison Linder (Sophomore)

Serpent’s tongue, coated with silver, Says only what you want to hear. It wraps its coiling torso around your throat, Trapping your voice, now and forever. If you try to dig your nails into its iron scales, Free your windpipe to scream out, It just squeezes tighter. One lie is like a lighter It ignites…

Archived: The Halfling Prince by Zoe Coats (Sophomore)

Lamentation garb, your falsehood Tears, the memory of an absent childhood Mourn me not, oh father of my sister Leave pine to the greenwood For no eulogy shall be penned In your crude scrawl And no forlorn preacher Reciting in his Southern drawl They fashioned me chains of iron As if that could hold their…

Archived: Only I Can by Arlette Virula (Sophomore)

I am a Latina with brown skin, Brown hair, and brown eyes. I am Gualtemalteca, not Mexican. I have the power of who I am, not you, You can’t change me only I can, you say that the way that I look makes me Mexican, but just because I am brown doesn’t mean I have…

Archived: The True Building Blocks by Graci Grandel (Junior)

All across the land, the fairest of them all are the ones that help us understand, who pick us up when we fall. They lead us through the valley, never forgetting our names. They are there until the finale, as we finish our practice game and leave that final pep rally. They never ask for…

Archived: Self Depreciating Title #27 by Dez Albrecht (Sophomore)

Endless Sundays The day of work You know I’m hurt, the scars weep a story, and my pearly eyes hide my soul But, no matter I’m workin’ It doesn’t matter than I’m hurting – These rhymes try and hide The truth everyone doesn’t speak ‘cuz they think its their fault for feelin’ this way so…

Archived: Dancing With the Devil By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)

    Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…

Archived: Orange Cultivation by Adriana Madrid Flores (Junior)

    Biography: I look up to many idols but no one can top my mother. She’s no professional art major nor does she find any fascination in the art world. She’s a beautiful green thumb who’ll use one single sapling and nurture it into something glorious blossoming and exceeding its potential. She is who…

Archived: Fairgrounds after Rain By Tucker Templeman (Sophomore)

    Biography: My name is Tucker Templeman, and I am a sophomore at Early College Academy. Before highschool, I was homeschooled all of my life. It’s an understatement to say I was nervous going into, not only highschool, but public school as well. However, I found a very welcoming community at ECA and quickly…

Archived: Smokescreen by Zoe Coats (Sophomore)

    Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic…

Archived: Broken Balance by Eliza Bratt (Sophomore)

    Biography: What is art? Art, to me, is any type of self-expression. To me, music is art, drawing is art, writing is art, performance is art. So, I suppose you could say I enjoy all the arts. I enjoy trying a wide variety of visual arts as well as writing poetry and fiction,…

Archived: Optimistic Pessimist by Lillie Hernandez (Junior)

    Biography: Art is something I hold very dear to my heart. I love to express myself, not only in painting and drawing, but also through music. Music helps me escape reality (even if just for a few minutes), and I want to offer an escape to anyone else who needs one too. Music…

Archived: Nobody by Dez Albrecht (Sophomore)

Nobody knows Where the Grim Reaper goes But the Grim Reaper feels quite alone. You see, nobody likes him Everyone fears him For doing the job he has to do The blue skies and the hot guys Are things he enjoys too But, in the end he does what he has to do Deep below,…

Archived: Class of 2019 – Destiny Fay (Senior)

These are the saddest, Happiest, Most memorable times we will share together, Probably the last So cherish this forever, Looking back to freshman year We were the first class to be here We had no idea the all nighters and procrastinations to come, Now we know who to ask for gum. I guess what I…

Archived: Vacancy – Trenton Arias (Senior)

He fell to his knees, the force breaking the earth beneath him. Internal screams become the encapsulated ringing in his ears. His chest heavier than concrete, his voice more broken than his soul on fire. Pain is a luxury, a minimized agony only small minds can fathom. This… this was his humanity. The thing separating…

Archived: Voices – Eliza Bratt (Freshman)

The shadows close around my head But the voices grow and slowly spread I try to scream to the setting sun But it just falls and my tears just run The voices speak and cry and yell My hands pull out my hair and scalp The voices, their cries like thunder My silent screams grow…

Archived: The Siren’s Song – Zoe Coats (Freshman)

Oh sailor, what lilting music Hast enthralled thy heart? The siren’s song, it beckons Beckons from the start   Calling from a rocky shoal And to the watery grave Lost souls floundering in the murky depths Past the point where none can save   A ghoulish grinning face That lilting song beguile Luring me to…

Archived: 16 December 2017 9:17pm – Kaycie Korgan (Senior)

Why is that my poems are so solely dedicated to those I was in love with and that broke my heart? Why do I write so many painful and heartbreaking words for them when I could write about so many other things. Tell me why these people that seemed to have run me over with…

Archived: Leaf – Rogelio Dominguez (Senior)

Love, Love is when our hearts hug, That feeling is like a drug, Love, Love is the feeling I get when I see your perfect smile, Even though I only see it for a while, It’s worth the miles, Even if you see me as another leaf in the pile, Love, love is seeing my…

Archived: The Sounds from Afar – Eliza Bratt (Freshman)

Raindrops and Roses Sunshine and Stars The Moon and the Meadows The Sounds from Afar   The Howls from the Clifftops The Crashing of Waves The Eyes from the Shadows The Darkness of Caves   The Songs of the Songbirds The Growls in the Night The Claw flashing Yellow The Power of Sight   A…

Archived: Twisted Society – Suzanna Sampson (Senior)

I may live inside my own twisted universe I may change, sometimes for the worst. What’s normal to me is not to you. Sometimes I just do what I need to do. Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it. But I got…

Archived: Power – Eliza Bratt (freshmen)

Power The power surges through my veins It’s not something I can control It sparks and pulls My hands unfold I shed upon the world below The worlds destruction, I cannot hold This lightning in my soul Cities fall, towers topple, All structures fell, in the valley bowl And through the ashes, I doth stroll…

Archived: Fate – Suzanna Sampson (Senior)

Fate No longer waiting in silent desperation In this world of hate and desolation The darkness creeps upon those closed eyes Filling all with its soothing lies But yet there is a belief that one day we will be free From all the horrors of the world that we see The pain caused can never…

Archived: Ever Been There? — Suzanna Sampson (Senior)

The sorrow and vast space The pits of earth around you, coughing their melancholy The trees above whispering to each other, they will be gone too. Ever look to the sun, say it’s just a dying rose Ever walk on a tombstone, watch the earth as it shatters above Ever been pelted by the rains……

Archived: Everything Will Die — Suzanna Sampson (Senior)

As I stare down the black hole, I can see what lies ahead. The emptiness inside of me, Coming out to fill my head.   The life that never ends, But keeps starting through. With no future, and no past, In the torment of life, Lots of sparks do fly. Nothing is ever sustained, For…

Archived: Drowning — Liam Strosnider (Freshman)

  I am drowning. In my own self hatred, my own guilt, my own emotions, I try to reach for help, But sometimes I pull people in with me. So I stop reaching. Flowing deeper, and deeper into depression, And soon it sweeps me up into its arms dipping my head into the shallow moonlight,…

Archived: Believe — Rogelio Dominguez (Senior)

I’m the moon up in the sky, Regardless if it’s day or night, I’m the blinding sun that warms your skin, And the force that moves the winds, I’m the cold road you take home, When you’re all alone, I’m your conscience when you think, And late at night when you sleep, I’m everything you…

Archived: Class of 2019 – Destiny Fay (Senior)

These are the saddest, Happiest, Most memorable times we will share together, Probably the last So cherish this forever, Looking back to freshman year We were the first class to be here We had no idea the all nighters and procrastinations to come, Now we know who to ask for gum. I guess what I…