Anemoia’ By Noah Pedersen (12) Even the angels sigh when they see her. I saw her walking on ancient sands at night. It is not just her beauty which steals the eye. I watched as she danced beneath the moon’s soft light. She is pure, radiant, and true of heart. Our eyes met and exchanged a soft, gentle kiss. To not know her would make Love himself cry. It never happened, but I know it was bliss. ‘The night’s watchful face’ By Noah Pedersen (12) When I cannot fall asleep at night I look to the sky, And I see the stars so bright. I see the night’s watchful face So pale, so white. Lonely is he who watches Over the night. When he grows lonesome in his post And he looks to the earth, The streets reveal not even a ghost. Can he see the old soul In deep thought engrossed? Lonely is he who finds comfort In the white light. ‘Musician’s Best Friend’ By Noah Pedersen (12) I hold her In my hands And then My long Fingers Dance On her Smooth Strings. Life flows Through them And turns into song. She sings it, her soft Sweet melody. Music soothes Me, and my mind Falls to a deep trance of deep meditation. Music, a flame, A hot blaze. Paige Anderson (11)
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Sawdust To the past, I miss you still And feel as though I always will. The life I knew So full and grand Was all so quickly Snatched from my hands The sun does not shine Near as bright or gay I feel constantly plagued With the misery of a rainy day There’s nothing I could’ve done, Nor is there any now. I see the sweetness of memories, The desire to go back— and only wonder how. -Ruth Jacob (alum ‘19) Abby Zolty (11)
They heard my cries From the day all I had was space to fill So they teach me to write clearly That to unearth the pain they hide from me I must work for it That pain is not thankless And it doesn’t come easy These walls have given me all that I am. And they weep as they watch me tear that apart So they hold it out of my grasp. Just enough so I will never be barren They call it The art of willowing away to something. -my poetry I can’t read and the walls that watched me write it Dear me, You haven’t found your voice yet- So, You will fill your stanzas With what you think you should feel; Fill your brain With what you feel you should think. Dear me, This is only your first draft, You wouldn’t even believe the beauty of the final copy. Within the sea, Beyond the high walls Lies a girl, Trapped After all. Nowhere to go Nowhere to hide Encased by color And the ambiance of light. -where the free things are If nothing at all, She will always be the girl Who built cities within her music; Who wrote magic in between the lines. So Reluctantly, You will learn to love life, again You will learn to love something new Blindly, you will love to learn again And one day, You will love to say You learned to love Learning to love again. Nicole Goebel (12)
The Fiery Red Skyline
By Noah Pedersen I am reminded of a long morning walk along a beach. It was a cool morning, and the sun was just beginning to poke it’s radiant face over the water. It turned the skyline into a fiery red color. I stopped to look at it for a while. The fiery red skyline reminded me that love has a way of showing her face after a seemingly endless night. The girl of my dreams had left me, and now the rising sun reminded me that love comes and goes. I continued to walk along the shoreline. Then I looked out into the ocean. It seemed to be endless. This reminded me that love lives on amidst the blue of heartbreak. I sat down on the sand, and I admired the sparkling blue beauty of the ocean. I also admired the way that the fiery red skyline seemed to separate the sad blue of the ocean from the blue of the sky. As I sat on the beach, I noticed how calm the water was on that morning. This reminded me to find tranquility within my sadness. I then sat there and I meditated on my emotions; I embraced the blue. I felt the wind as it caressed my body. I found peace in its gentle touch. I felt the warm sand beneath me. It was a warm soft pillow under my body. I found comfort in its loving warmth. I opened my eyes, and I looked around me. I saw plants that grew by the boardwalk. They do not care about the ephemeral nature of teenage love. They live on without it. Love lives on without them, yet they are happy. For this reason I admired them. I saw the sea gulls flapping above me. I heard their squaking voices. Do they care about love? I wonder. Surely they do not concern themselves with such things. For the life of animals is different than that of human beings. They do not care about anything with the exception of their destination. This reminded me that I should look to my future dreams rather than my state at present. I should not dwell on seas of sorrow. For those who dwell in seas of sorrow will surely drown. I now noticed that the sun was high in the sky. I felt her warm touch upon my skin. I was reminded that nature has a way of comforting her children. I found comfort in the fiery red skyline, comfort in the eternal nature of the sea, in the tranquility of the still water, comfort in the plants, the sea gulls, in the sun, comfort in the gentle nature of the wind, in the warmth of the sand, and I found comfort in all of nature. I feel like I am on the border of something new Like I am staring at the precipice of the unknown and I don’t know how to jump- My legs are full of lead and my head swims in monotony So I am writing it all out slowly Wringing out all the words, setting them down to dry- Learning how to jump. She lives the notion
Of this new generation’s emotion. She breathes baby boomer static And exhales music. Peace
When the lights are dim And fading out You carry me into the dark The world is asleep Find me counting sheep The night is left unseen When the morning calls And grows to a shout You lift me into a cloud I’m lost in my dreams As the midnight screams The rain fronts my sheen Your eyes The first thing I see when I see you. Simple and cliche I know. But what else can I say? you once asked me to describe your eyes. You didn't know that I look at your eyes even when you're not looking. If I had to describe your eyes. Id say they were the color you see when you look up at the Azul sky through A window that was lightly coated with ice. The colors supposed to be cold, but nothing has ever made me feel quite as warm. Jimmy Newswanger (11)
tomorrow feels so far away not even close enough that i could get my fingertips around it- it stays awash in the thick lacquer of: things to discover after the night ends… You taught me Brotherly love and water ice. Football and Duck feet. You taught me that to love life You had to live it first. -kenig I see the women in my family. They started with you And turned into me And I hold your rusty needles in my hand, wondering exactly how similar they would have been. -Hrin Paige Anderson (11)
“Is she okay?” Memories of the subway and the girl flooded his mind. He had been shoved closer to the yellow line just as a subway car pulled up, anxiety had flooded his senses. Then, within a matter of seconds, he had ripped the car from off the tracks and thrown it at the people to his right. However, there had only been one person beside him. Kyrie didn’t remember what she looked like, only the scream that left her and the feeling of paralysis that overtook him. He had woken up here, in the Seattle Hospital for the Supernatural. Doctor Ott snorted, bringing the present back to the forefront of Kyrie’s mind, “Heavens no. You threw a train car at her, remember? A paralisis ability can’t stop 10 tons of metal, you feel?” “Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” Ky covered his mouth and gritted his teeth. He didn’t know. How could he not have known? “She’ll be okay though! Her paralisis ability does help her to heal faster than an average human. All of her organs had glued themselves back together before paramedics could get there. She’s like a lizard or something. Who knows?” The doctor giggled to himself and then wrote something down on his clipboard. How was he laughing at a moment like this? How often did he deal with something like this? Kyrie stared straight ahead. “Am I going to jail?” “No?” The doctor sounded baffled that he would even ask such a thing. “Haven’t you read the Ability Accords? Especially with an ability like yours?” “I don’t have an ability.” “Oh,” The doctor sighed out, tapping his pen to his lip. “It’s just manifesting. This isn’t puberty? So this is a freak occurrence. As in, I have to do a blood test. Yikes.” “I don’t mind blood or anything, but what do you mean by a freak occurrence?” Ky said while Doctor Ott spun around and dug his hand into some of the jars that had been next to the sink. He pulled out a sterile needle, a syringe, and a blue strip of latex. Ky was familiar with the process since he had mono as a kid. “Freak occurrence means that you are the first case I’ve ever seen, probably the only case in modern history, with your condition. I mean, it isn’t even a condition. It’s just who you happen to be and what’s going on with you currently. I think you’ll survive but no way to know for sure without tests,” Doctor Ott took a wipe out of his drawer and began to rub his arm. Kyrie stared up at him in disbelief. “Is this actually happening to me?” Ky said it to himself but the doctor nodded his head, adding a little “yes” before the boy spoke again, “It makes no sense.” Doctor Ott tilted his head to the side as he took the lid off of the needle and attached it to the syringe, “You’re telling me!” The Doctor plunged the needle into his arm and Ky felt his mind fog up. It was a similar feeling to the one he had felt down in the subway. Like all of his senses were being attacked at once. He felt like he was in danger. He was in danger. Why did this man have to stick a needle in his arm to find out what was happening to him? Why-- The Doctor finished drawing his blood and retracted the needle. His senses were no longer filled and he wasn’t in danger. He knew he wasn’t. Why had he felt so scared? “So external stress sets you off, huh?” Doctor Ott wrote something down on his clipboard. Ky swallowed and sighed. “How’d you know?” “Your skin got hotter, your breathing got heavier, and it was almost like your skin got thicker. We’ll have to look further into this. It’s not very common for someone to manifest multiple abilities at once, but you might have. We’ll have to see,” Doctor Ott clicked his pen and started towards the door. Ky almost lunged out of his seat, “Wait, that’s it? Really?” “Well, I was going to come back in a moment. I need to discuss something with the Nurse,” Doctor Ott flashed a false smile at Ky. His eyes flashed an orange color and then seemed to bite the inside of his cheek, “Is that okay?” “Perfectly fine. Sorry for the inconvenience,” Ky waved his hands as if to apologize again. He sunk back into his seat as the Doctor swiftly left the room. He scrubbed a hand down his face. What was he going to do? "Triple B" - Brad Bavis (12)
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