Paige Anderson Rylin Balliet Mia Basilio Anna Bechtel Natalie Bowman Morgan Braksator Alexandra Buckley Natalie Cook Mike DiGiandomenico Kade Elliot Nicole Goebel Dariana Gonzalez-Salva Aden Griffith Lydia Griffith Megan Groth Jocelyn Hittle Anna Holt Abby Howe Rachel Howe Aubrey Hurst Ruth Jacob Tristan Keesey Olivia Kurtz Harmony Layton Dominique Lovejoy Bobbie Janne Lowes Sophia Manidis Rebecca Merchiore Julia McKeown Mrs. Jessie Miller Mr. Glenn Moyer Jimmy Newswanger Noah Pederson Jennifer Purington Anna Schwartz Marie Wadlinger Corey Wrage Abby Zolty Words from an Archangel THANK YOU FOR VISITING OUR DIGITAL LITERARY MAGAZINE. ENJOY!
0 Comments
Noah Pederson (12th Grade) In Noah’s spare time, he enjoys playing his guitar, writing music, and writing poetry. He ia also really into Myer-Briggs personality types, and sometimes when he’s bored, he tries to figure out peoples personality types. He’s an INFJ. His favorite school subjects are creative writing and music. He will be attending Liberty University in the fall majoring in Psychology-Counseling. Noah enjoys writing because it allows him to express himself on a deeper level than most of the other things that he does. He also loves using metaphors and symbolism. He thinks that writing poetry helps him to be more of an individual. He says it is very important to be unique, and writing helps Noah to achieve that. His favorite books are the Lord of the Rings books, and he really enjoyed reading 1984 in English 12 this year. Noah’s favorite bands are the Doors and Cream. His inspiration to write poetry came from was when he started to get into Jim Morrison’s poetry. Noah says he enjoys submitting to The Valley Labyrinth because it allows others to see a side of him that they wouldn’t normally get to see. Thank you for your submissions, Noah! Best of luck in the future! Jocelyn Hittle (10th Grade) heavily enjoys writing poetry and painting. Her other hobbies include theater and performance, singing and writing music, and spending time outside; fishing and hunting. Her favorite subjects in school are science, specifically physics and chemistry, and English. She says that when she discovered poetry and writing, she discovered a space where she could create anything and everything she desired. You could say writing became a drug to her, it was intoxicating and she wrote, and continues to write, almost every single day. She likes writing because it gives her a world where she has complete freedom to do what she wishes, to say what she thinks needs to be said, and to have a feeling like she has a voice in the world. She enjoys submitting to The Valley Labyrinth because it is a lovely experience to have when entering into a world where people read your work. As a freshman, she greatly appreciated the feeling of support and acceptance from other writers, and she continues to submit because she loves to contribute some of that to others. Jocelyn is a published poet; one piece in an online literary magazine and one in a poetry Quarterly used by high school teachers to teach poetry to their students. She primarily shares her poetry on an Instagram account (@breathingstanzas). Jocelyn is a published poet; one piece in an online literary magazine and one in a poetry Quarterly used by high school teachers to teach poetry to their students. She primarily shares her poetry on an Instagram account (@breathingstanzas). Thank you, Jocelyn! We look forward to your submissions next year. You asked me, “what is” Under the charcoal grey clouds of a night so big You asked me, “What is” While panic cleared the shelves of every thought of my mind On the wrong side of the night with a sickly grey sky I wondered if you saw something different You still asked, “What is?” “What is what?” I replied, Grey in the mind; “...What is?” While the world fell apart around me You looked me in the eyes And spoke nonsense into my mind You said, “What is” And I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t have an answer for you then but I have one for you now and I hope you have the time to listen. It is the way I still buy flowers. I still buy the flowers even when the world is falling apart around me Shrinking at the seams I always buy the flowers I’m always by the flowers. It is the fact that taking pictures of ourselves Seems trivial But we still do it We always do it Its the way I still trace your hand It seems trivial But I still do it The world is falling apart around me And I still do it. -march I speak to you And leave you feeling like I’ve told you a story In a million languages you cannot comprehend, But yet you open your ears. Your heart beats until it pulls itself close to mine Once more- When the only thing separating them are The boundaries of our anatomy and The curse Known as realistic expectations We came from ashes And we will return there. -Six miles I’ve stopped apologizing For how I choose to love myself Dear me, Be a tornado in a cornfield -Letters to a lonelier girl I want to sing songs
About the world ending With you It makes me feel a little better About the world ending I don’t know if it’s the singing part Or the part where I’m with you Unwavering Love
Love is the rhythm of the waves That lash upon the shore And drag the scorching sands away And ceases nevermore That call us deeper, deeper still Out to the balmy seas Where gentle waves wash over us And grant eternal peace 4/10 “Why are you so enamored by the world ending?” It’s the same reason I walk Through thick woods when a Windstorm starts- Often times, we forget our own humanity; No, not the egocentricness And the moral fixation, We forget how to breathe, We forget the fragility of our own heartbeat. When a 450-year-old oak uproots itself And lies itself down at your feet Not as if to say “You are above me” But to remind you “Keep your feet planted to the earth” So I ask you, When the windstorm starts, Where do you go? 4/11 Forget a 450-year-old tree When a mountain of a man Uproots himself And falls down at your feet Not as if to say “I’m done living” But to say “Learn life without me” But the life beats brighter than the air that leaves his lungs. You will understand the fragility of your own heartbeat Fluttering between this world and the next- A strong will comes to pull it one way So I ask you, What wills did you surround yourself with? What happened when the wind started? Where did you go when the trees came down? -Jocelyn Hittle (10) Jimmy Newswanger (11)Part of Me I breathe in But the air Is ripped from my throat Gravity pulls stronger My head pounds I lose control of my limbs They move without my say My face is taught I try to conceal the fear Of nothing Sew my eyes shut Ring the bells in my ears What am I without the feeling How do I live without shaking Lingering aching A feroshus being of my being The waves rip open my stomach Until they crash down consistently Then constantly Blood pulsing My fingers dance with the throbbing My knees are weak I fall It’s all I've ever known It is part of me -Aubrey Hurst (11) Uncertainty” By Noah Pedersen (12) There is no sun burning bright; No moon to watch the streets at night. And who's to say what exists beyond the light Not the knowledge keepers Who’s minds were lost to uncertain sight. Facts, and logic are all that can be seen through Cold stone eyes. Life, and death Day, and night Hurtful truth, And scarring lies. I have chosen my path! Far away from the forest of truth Far from the shores of the seas of lies There is an ancient castle. The kingdom awaits Open the gates... The king has returned “im always here” You tell me you are fine But you’re not You say you’ll tell me if something’s wrong But you won’t Some people need help but don’t want it Is that you? You just want it to stop The hurt, the pain, the fake friends, the excuses Please talk to me You don’t need to explain But you do need to answer I thought we were close enough That you could tell me anything I was wrong You push away the people closest to you So you won’t get hurt again It’s hard to believe when people say they’ll be there And then they’re not You have to look past that Find what is real in life The true friends who are there for you Every step of the way The people who won’t give up on you No. Matter. What. There are the right people out there You just have to be willing to look for them Rebecca Merchiore (9) Nick As the clock in the corner of my computer screen hits 10:30 am I stand up from my cubicle, put on my jacket and start to head towards my coworker and good friend Denise, she turns to face me. “Breaktime already nick?’ I quickly nod looking around a bit frantically. “Neise, have you seen her?” She giggles at my antics before turning back to her desk and answering in a patronizing voice. “Why no Nicholas I haven't seen she who shall not be named.” I let out a sigh, and flick the back of her head lightly before walking towards the breakroom. “ Have a nice lunch Nick~” I hear her say behind me as I close the break room door behind me, I head to the fridge and pull my red lunchbox from the back. As I grab my soda from the fridge door I hear the break room door open and shut behind me as an all too familiar voice rings out from behind me and instantly every fiber of my body tense. “Mr. Hallenday would you mind coming and having a chat with me?” Shaking I stood up and walked over feeling sweat bead up on my brow. “Yes, ma’am of course.” I said in a shaky voice as I sat down at the break room table with her. “Mr. Hallenday relax, it’s not like I'm firing you, I just want to talk.” -Anonymous Abby Howe (12)
My metaphors are un-relatable so why should I keep trying?
What is it about my life that can’t fit in others? I would give you all my tommorows if you could give me your today I would take an hour, a second, a lifetime I want anything you have to offer Even if it’s just your hand. Don’t say I’ll love you I swear -Words from the archangel Storms Colliding In perfect harmony Not in perfect sync, but close enough to get by Filling each space with a new note A new tone Relief, escape Clouds of freedom dripping from the sky in an ordained holy fashion Their colors merging together as paints of water vapor Deep purple with a thick misty fog Contrasted by pastel yellow an unforeseen, not quite right combination But somehow it works Cloudbursts Thunder cracks My very being feeling pure aliveness The power of the storm So greater than any power from one person The all-consuming power raging from the sky I feel small I let go of my worries It's not in my control For the sky is stronger than my will to control Aden Griffith (9)Tuesday I will love you if I never see you again; And I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if the mountains collapse, And if the flowers refuse to bloom every May. I will love you if the oceans turn to sawdust, Or if I can never find the right words to say, I will love you through every hardship Through every instance and dismay, Because, my dear, you are one of a kind A ray of hope on the darkest of days Someone who I will cherish, Forever and for always. -Ruth Jacob TVHS alumni ‘19 My Dear I’ve never felt this way before Or loved someone so dear That every morning I wake up I just wish that I had you near And for that, too, I would indeed, do almost anything To feel my hand entwined in yours Or to hear your voice without a ring I guess we’ve both had times before When people just didn’t care But I hope you know, you deserve so much more And giving you any less, I wouldn’t even dare -Ruth Jacob TVHS alumni ‘19 Abby Howe (12) |
AdvisorJessie Miller ArchivesCategories |