Growth by Anonymous Whose growth is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello. He gives his growth a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The growth is , and deep, But he has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to him cheap. He rises from his gentle bed, With thoughts of kittens in his head, He eats his jam with lots of bread. Ready for the day ahead. The Light in the Dark by Adrianna Rivera This darkness it engulfed me, able to swallow me whole as if walking down a dark seemingly endless road. Uncertain of what was in front of me, uncertain of what was to come, I opened my mouth no words came out I was left with this terrible taste on my tongue. Wanting to escape this madness I looked within listening closely to my heart that's when it started to begin. A fire small at first lit up on the end of that road; unable to look away my eyes fixated on its fluorescent glow. As I neared this fire in the dark everything was set ablaze a wave of weightless washed over but I remained unafraid. The sense of eeriness that I was burdened with vanished into thin air my heart seemed to be fuller and roamed free without care. Letting that light into my life allows me to see much more clear. The terrible darkness within me is now not something I shall fear. Among the Stars by Anonymous I yearn for it all to come back. All of the people I’ll never see again All of the meaningless conversations All of the times I wished I could move on to the future, Where things would be better I yearn but I know none of it can ever come back. None of the joking around like we’d be together forever None of the not knowing what was to come None of the reaching for the sky, Where things would be better I stare up at the stars. Sprinkled across the blanket of the night They seem so far away and futile I’ve been running towards them my whole life And now they are in harmony with everything I’ve been running away from I stare up, but all I see is everything I will always yearn for and never get back. I think, maybe, it’s all up there Interspersed between all the planets and all of the beautiful space Everything I’ve been running from is now Among the stars “Green; Brown” by Addison Schmidt I’ve been in this garden some time now-- sky blue on entry, gray mixed into the corners. Sage green ivy means warmth on my shoulders; muddled brown branches means warmth in my heart. Oh, how you blossom you sunshine, you starlight; how do you fly and falter all at once? I learn your patterns through the colors, but the purpose is a guessing game. There’s a sound ringing through the grapevine now; is it just the trees, or are these cherry blossom whispers an outside kind of promise? I ask the birds, high on their perches, higher in their wisdom about these whispered, whining words. What are these silent screams that I must leave my years behind? Must they be shedded like snake skin, remnants in the clippings of the grass? Their sharp notes weave melodies into the trails of honey, hanging off my fingertips. I ask, and ask, and ask again-- their songs leave me no answers. Lately I’ve been dreaming of deserts where I find myself changing; not for the sake of letting go, but for the sake of mastering the art of letting go and holding on at the same time. Fly, falter Fly, falter The burn of my stomach-- lit by the singing of the sun, carried through the shade of the moon fed by this new pattern of life-- it no longer aches because of the pace, but because of the desire to be something more. I’m reaching an ending now-- the sunrise painting me gold, honey on my hands once more-- but lately I’ve been feeling silver. The stone archway beckons me, past the brown past the green-- warm, warm, warm. I’m sorry to leave you behind. Once more: to fly or to falter? I want to be the kind of person who can do both and still find themselves growing. A Poem For Mary by Jess Blackwell Mary Elizabeth A three-year-old summertime darling with lemon juice bleach-blond locks trailing over her shoulders like sunlit streamers and sweet, ripe blueberry eyes. A tender child who knew darkness far too early who lost trust in the world before she saw all of its wonders. Married at 26 and under a spell that held tight for thirty years until she cleared her home of the dirty floodwaters scrubbed herself clean of red wine stains and ashes rebuilt her body from her rough and tired heals to her angry shredded lips. A regrown woman she strides through today. Mary Elizabeth A fifty-one year older mother of two with arms that feel like sweetly sung lullabies A soul of vibrant wildflowers. Her new and strengthened legs hug her horse’s belly energy seeping into the veins of her animals A teacher, a mender, a healer. Two years sober of her haze she dreams on a new mattress awoken by beams of a new day and giggly whispers of her grown babies down the hall she warms their palms with her wisdom as she conquers the wondrous world. Angelic ending, Human beginning by Parker Fariello A creature is kneeling in the dirt, The night is cold but He does not feel it. Some seraphic thing curled in on Itself, arms lifted over head Bent towards his back. His blade sawing at the base of Feathered wings. Blood runs down across his skin, A frightening sight, The severing of joints. Disgusting and painful, But it had to be done. In order for him to become what He wants to be, He must shed what He is supposed to be. The buzz of anticipation Fills the cool air. Broken feathers litter the ground Among the leaves. The sickly sweetness of change. In the coming months wildflowers Will grow from the blood that has Soaked into the soil. But now the moon is hanging low And he is lying on his side, Faded eyes, parchment tongue, Pale and sweaty. He is changing He is growing He is becoming When he wakes up The world will look different. Five More Minutes? by John Deignan The alarm rang, Emanating a beep and buzz designed to torture. Another day, another chance to change your fate. But all you want is five more minutes? Stand up, crack your back, pop your bones, and look ahead. Sometimes to seize the day is to seize your own future. Like an architect smiling at their creation, You will be proud of the life you sculpt. Rise from your bed like a phoenix from the ashes, Feel the beat of your heart like a drum, Setting the tempo of your invigorated body. Fight until the triumphant bells of victory Are a taste you cannot remove from the corners of your mouth. You can rest when your world is conquered, an oasis of warmth, in a place surrounded by the harsh cold of reality. Let the excitement course through your veins, Touch the future you so clearly envision. So open your eyes, get up, and smile. You can hit snooze tomorrow. A New Day by Alyssa Swope The moon slowly fades away beneath the horizon And the planet begins to rise from its slumber. The scent of change is in the air, fresh and clean. The sun peaks over top the mountains, Smiling down at the world as a new day begins. Birds belt their ballads as they float from tree to tree And greet each other as they greet the new day. The pond is as still as glass, until its smooth surface gently wakes as the breeze brushes against it. The soft and gentle wind begins the rustle the leaves As if Mother Nature was lovingly combing her fingers through the branches. She tends to each of her children, Coaxing the flowers to open with the promise of warm sun, Asking the clouds to part So that the warm sun will kiss the skin of people rising from their slumber. Tulips begin to bloom through the cold ground, Welcoming spring once again. A Eulogy for the Person I Couldn’t Be by Mandy Holliday For the eldest daughter: with golden locks like silk and icy eyes that pierced; their endless depth forming a cave where her untold secrets laid dormant The one who had such difficulty loving herself and her image; the sour pucker of the media’s lemony cries consumed her pallet... Would she have flinched at her reflection if the magazines never existed? In memory of the girl with perfect grades: her tower of homework crumbling around her, a blanket of anxiety hugging her tightly Its taunting demands the reason why she never went home after school The girl incapable of vulnerability because like a siren, their expectations wailed throughout her Hollowing her to the center of her core In remembrance of a social butterfly, who gave her friends reflective advice in penance for the solace she failed to seek Because once you peeled back the mask, you would see her for what she truly was: A little girl trying so hard to be what she was told she had to become Today, may that girl I once knew Rest in peace May the cracks she left behind allow more light to come flooding in Because if not for her, the sun couldn’t glisten down as it does now, intertwining with my skin Allowing each cave once left bare to ignite with fire As I become who I am destined to be. Waking up to Spring by Hayley Pardo She sprouts up out of bed, grows and stretches towards the sun Replicating her garden of oxeye daisies and forget-me-nots Warm rays of sun coax her into the new day She rubs the sleep off her eyes and scrubs off yesterday Outside, birds singing their bubblegum tunes that hit her ears with a satisfying pop The soft misty rain wrapped around her like a warm embrace It soaks into her skin and fills her soul It's the type of rain that only lasts during sunrise Enough to coat the excited grass and give the birds a shower But soon the sun removes her blanket of clouds and her radiant rays rain down upon the world She lays down with eyes full of future and watches as the bees wake up with world with their buzz She stares at the sky, she knows she's not supposed to look directly into the sun But how could she not when the sun is the guide into better days The sun is her love, her joy Her past, present, and future A reminder of the possibility of growth It’s a Seasonal Thing by Carol Sujet The sun slips behind the horizon And the world prepares for a cold winter's night Wood logs are stacked Leaning gently on houses As if tired and ready for sleep Blankets are on the couches In massive towers Marshmallows dance in hot chocolate As snow melts off of shoes Left discarded on the floor Behind a closed door Someone is crying wintry tears As their sorrows are sent echoing Off of the piles of snow And a heart freezes over As a nearby lake does the same Hidden behind curtained windows Another soul cries out School books lay in a heap As hands Tired from equations Rest on wet eyes That have been staring at the dark For too long Another rests her head on the wheel Of her car Even without light the snow glistens The pools in her eyes making it sparkle She closes her eyes Eager to let herself go To sleep She’s tired So tired The moon rises gently Peeking over the horizon Glancing at cars Windows, doors Listening softly to the Pained howls of humanity “Oh” she whispers And rushes a little faster towards The Sun “They need you. Not me, Come back. Please.” And so The sun stayed a little longer The snow melted a little more And the icicles Going Drip, Drip, Drip, Cried louder than The people Who thought the sun was gone New beginnings by Nicola Koss The sun, sets as the times flies The world quiets as it turns to night The sound of nature fills the air The sound of whispers with much care A blurry image unfolds as the world comes home A room so sullen and bare A dare made to live your life, Only to the fullest with all your might Comes into the mind after the light Thoughts of love taking flight The day brightens as the world awakens “A new day is upon us, let it not be forsaken” The yell can be heard from all over the world The sound of music begins to be uncurled The birds chirp as the sun brightens The wind blowing softly as the world heightens The room lifts and becomes lively The mood shifts and becomes highly What happened yesterday is gone for good What happens tomorrow is misunderstood But what happens today is afoot For nothing tells us how the world will run Only that no matter what it will never be done And a new beginning will always have begun. Moving On by Anonymous One chapter of my life ends very soon, and with it will come a new one filled with possibilities. It feels like diving into a cool, deep, dark body of water. You can’t see it but there’s so much happening around you, and so much to come. Do I make a splash and dive right in? Or do I take it slow and just dip my toes in? The sound of the ripples feel soft upon my ears as I continue to mull over my decision. I decide to let the waves come to me. Deal with this new chapter as it comes, instead of forcing my way through it. I have not been looking forward to this next portion of my life for a while now, but I think I am finally ready. Header photo: Your Move by Mia Vitiello
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AuthorNorthern Lights is an art and literary magazine full of work from the students of North. Have something to add? Email a submission of writing, art, or photography at northernlights@nhvweb.net Message from the AuthorThis is our last blog of the 2020-2021 school year and the last blog created by our main blogger, Jasmine (Senior). |