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…

Archived: A Split Mind — Angelica Manuel Fernando (Senior)

Downed in madness Her voice echoes in the abysmal darkness She peers warily around the corners Her ominous presence is pure torture Is this real pain? Or is it all in my brain? The sinister smile Keep me up for a while   Her vicious eyes devour me Making me see A distorted reality Forging…

Archived: Drugs — Audry L. Terrazas (Senior)

I’ve been on these meds since I have been 10.  They keep adding new drugs,  And I feel like I’m at war with my own mind.  It’s an arms race and I’m not winning.  The bullets of downers and the bombs of uppers.  Deadly ammunition for a sick brain.  New pills for new unwanted emotions,…

Archived: The Artists— Zoe Coats (Freshman)

She saw the beauty in everything, the drop of light in a heart of blackness, the silver lining on every cloud. She strived to capture that beauty, to contain it, to hold it close. She aimed to shackle the ethereal beauty to the chaos of this world. She tried to own it, make it hers,…

Archived: Malfunction — Adison Linder (Freshmen)

There’s something wrong A disconnect between body and mind Severed spine Too much time Has passed and irreversible changes Have been dealt and for these there is no help There’s a frayed wire Catching fire Fiber optics curling and twisting under the pressure Toxic plastic fumes rising up to the brain Smoke detectors blare Systems…

Archived: The Big C— Destiny Fay (Senior)

“You have cancer.” Three words that I never thought I would hear. Hearing those three words made me feel silly that 3 years ago I was afraid of the three words “I love you”. Yet, three years ago, I was a junior in college still undecided and trying to figure out how I was going…

Archived: The Artists— Zoe Coats (Freshman)

She saw the beauty in everything, the drop of light in a heart of blackness, the silver lining on every cloud. She strived to capture that beauty, to contain it, to hold it close. She aimed to shackle the ethereal beauty to the chaos of this world. She tried to own it, make it hers,…

Archived: The Raven — Liam S. (Freshmen)

Black as night, Arms spread wide, Open wings take flight, Sharp claws, Blackened beak, Empty stomach, Searching for something more in life, Something more filling, Someone to hold, to be held, The Raven crows loudly, As if to say goodbye, It plunged off the edge, And began to fly…

Archived: The Nineteenth Alice— Adison Linder (Freshman)

Once upon a time, in a vast abyss, there was a dream. It was a small, insignificant dream, so much that the other dreams inhabiting the void ignored it completely. Nobody bothered to ask who dreamed it, or what it was. The tiny dream in question floated aimlessly in the corporeal darkness. It noticed as…