Anonymous

We love it and yet we shout “no more”

Just like an army ready for war

Picks a hard selection

Perfection, perfection

Just outside the band director's door


“My Love Goes Unsaid”

Anonymous

My tears are shed

Because my love goes unsaid

Waiting for my time to shine


It’s an infinite thing

But my love goes unsaid 

Because my day never comes

It’s an infinite thing

I wait and wait and wait


But my day never comes

And she never knows how my heart hurts

I wait and wait and wait

Forever and ever alone without her


And she never knows how my heart hurts

Forever and ever alone without her

My tears are shed 

waiting for my time to shine


“Grrrl”

Anonymous

If you don’t meet the standards, make your own

Love your sisters and fight your oppressors

See you are divided, see you’re alone

Fight like a woman, be an aggressor


The female revolution starts with you

So learn how to be the bigger person

Light the path you’ll lead the future into

Fight before anti-girl culture worsens


You aren’t taking it too seriously 

Unless that’s what wanting equal rights means

Women can’t emerge victoriously

Until the girls of now fight the machines


You are a girl, and that should make you proud

Revolt, be a grrrl, scream out and be loud


“I Will Love You Until the Day I Die”

Anonymous

I will love you until the day I die.

When parting comes quicker than we thought,

I will ask we live now, please do not cry.

I will love you until the day I die.

If you believe in me, please look into my eye,

And inside you’ll find all our romance has brought.

I will love you until the day I die,

When parting comes quicker than we thought.


“Eight Eyes Blind”

Anonymous

I once was cruel, with flight as my weapon

Blind to the deal of harm done with my hands

Through my evil, you still thought I’d step in

But I watched you suffer from the high stands


Now I’ve seen and felt my consequences

If I say sorry, will you say it back?

You can’t stay mad, I’ve paid my expenses

I stay unaware of how you’re attacked


A mere second for me was years for you

I will never understand what I’ve done

What’s done is done, your pain I can’t undo

The web I’m trapped in is already spun


I can’t roll dice for a better today

So my last escape is to run away


“Painted Face”

Anonymous

What did you do? I’m not sure that I know

All I see is a rainbow of colours

I cannot see any of those below

The faces in the trees now look like yours


Something tells me to erode my mistakes

I oblige, and there’s no trace of my faults.

I look inside myself as my skull breaks

The grimy, dirty paint on my face calls


Did I already forget I see it?

I’ve seen it staring at me time again

Swear I hate it, yet I’m a hypocrite

I come back to find it through all the pain


I am the vesicle for fury and rage

So lock up my danger in a steel cage


Anonymous

Fallen warriors,

Still trying to hold on strong

Stand up tall, and never fall


Anonymous

A proud warrior

In a time of disarray

Came to seek the sun

In a decrepit old city

He finds his glowing treasure

By going mad with the light


“The Raiden Shogun”

Anonymous 

The Raiden Shogun has awoken

For her world was corrupted

She walks and rules these desolate plains

For her sister, Makoto


For her world was corrupted

She suffered endlessly

For her sister Makoto

Whose life was lost in the Archon War


She suffered endlessly

As she took the role that was once her sister's

Whose life was lost in the Archon War

It was time for her to no longer be in the shadows


The Raiden Shogun has awoken

As she took the role that was once her sister's

She walks and rules these desolate plains

It was time for her to no longer be in the shadows


“The Ghost Who Swooped”

Addie Churby, Grade 10 

The ghost swooped down,

Looking for people to scare.

It flew through the town.

The ghost swooped down,

And it went around,

In the cool midnight air.

The ghost swooped down,

Looking for people to scare.


“The Marching Band”

Grace Fike, Grade 11

The band, oh the band

It is so much fun

Time in the band is never bland

The band, oh the band

Everything is always a command

And we run in the sun

The band, oh the band

It is so much fun


“Me & My Best Friend”

Anonymous

A recipe for our friendship,

Take two socially awkward band kids,

Put them in a pot and simmer for a band season with not much socializing,

Take the two out of the pot and transfer them into a pan,

Marinate with the following ingredients:

Wallowing in the two’s non-existent love lives

A pretty good Kronk impression,

Forced socializing,

Bonding activities,

And the Teen Beach Movie soundtrack,

You mix all of that together, and you let it sit for 8 long days in the woods,

After it is done marinating, 

Bake for a few hours before taking it out of the oven just in time for band camp 

 
“Why the Flowers Shine”

Emily Savage, Grade 10

The flowers shine because they are watered

They are watered because they are loved

When being loved you take care

Taking care means taking time

Time means having patience 

But how have patience when there is not enough time


The flowers shine because of the sun 

The sun shines because of the world

Some people's worlds shine because of people but how do people shine when there is no sun


The flowers shine because love and attention

They need to be cared for and loved every day

Without love they turn brown and fade away

The life begins to fade away


This is why I love that the flowers shine

Because they need love and affection 

Like people, if they do not get love and affection they begin to fade away


Be a flower 

Shine every day and make people happy

Enjoy the love and affection and don’t take it for granted. Flowers bloom slowly but when they are bloomed they are beautiful.

Be beautiful


“Father”-Modeled after “Father” by Hilda Raz

Anonymous

I worked hard my entire life.

I wanted to work for my family. 

Sometimes I just get annoyed from the bickering.

I yell and get angry with them and their "annoyance."

I feel bad afterwards, to take the pain away from my disappearance I take the bottles from the shelves.


I want to be there but sometimes I "can't handle it". 

I love my family to the dearest of my heart.

The women work for us men, they give us food when we ask for it, they give us more cigars, they buy us the things we want and need, but with our money of course. 

I feed this family. 

They just prepare the food that I funded for them! 

That's how I get annoyed by them. 

But they know that I care for them.

 It's just hard for me to prove that sometimes.


It's hard to control, but they know "I'm just a man; that's how I get it's "an excuse" for me to act that way. 

The women learned to "keep quiet" after I told them about my ways.

Once my daughter went off at me after I made a comment about her in the breakfast nook when she was "supposed to be in the kitchen."

Because of course "that's where a woman belongs."

I yelled, probably more than I should have. 

But I had some of the bottles out so it wasn't entirely my fault. 

I buy all of the nice things after I get hateful.

My daughter always chips in and says "materialistic things do not buy me my happiness"

She still hasn't learned to shut her mouth. 

"Children should be seen and not heard," 

I always reply to her

She still never gets the message.


The family gets quiet when I'm around and that is how I like it.

"The table should be for the man at the head and for the man only to talk" 

My belief system seems to differ from my daughter's.

 I just hope she knows that I love her.

"Some scars never fade," she tells me. 


Anonymous

Sad days pass after

nothing is getting better.

Should I feel this way? 

I miss you, it's not the same

I know there's no bringing back. 


Anonymous

Emerald

the grass shimmers 

as butterflies fly by

the bright sun sets in the mystic

our earth


“Can They Tell?”

Anonymous

I want to make them proud

I try my hardest.

Sometimes I don't do the greatest

but that doesn't mean I never tried.


I try my hardest

They don't appreciate my work.

But that doesn't mean I never tried.

I want them to see how hard I try to make them proud


They don't appreciate my work

Why do they make me feel this way?

I want them to see how hard I try to make them proud 

Maybe they do see, maybe they just wish the best for me?


“Under the Trees”

Mackenzie Nicklow, Grade 12

Under the trees 

bright notes fill the twist of wind in my hair

on the winding road, the yellow lines gleam

warm sun and the scent of pine in the air

as I make my way to the rushing stream

over my head I hear spring birds singing 

from the high places of the tree’s old wood

the canopy of emerald leaves swinging 

more elegantly than I ever could 

as I walk, I sense that it is quite near 

I’m eager as I navigate the rock

the roar of the white waters I can hear

it’s something that no man can ever mock

finally, I’m at the edge of the world and into my happy place, I am swirled


“Postcard from Uniontown”-Modeled after “Postcard from Kashmir” by Agha Shahid Ali

Mackenzie Nicklow, Grade 12

Uniontown shrinks into my dorm mailbox, my home a neat four by six inches.

I always loved neatness. 

Now I hold my half-inch childhood bedroom in my hand.

This is my home. 

And though I am still near, the old feeling is distant.

When I return, I hope the colors will still be as vibrant, the laughs as intimate and genuine.

My heart aches for how it used to be, but my future holds much more than the past.

Yet I drive the same old forested backroad home, as I hope for the future and mourn my past.


“Sonnet 11”

Anonymous

Harsh winds, thunderous waves, hidden in the sea

Mysteries await, a ship once thought drowned

 But rather was trapped, never to be free

Stuck in the Bermuda, which does confound


It creates many questions, some profound

No answers will arise-, rather strange aye

An entire crew, who would never be found

Vanished in Atlantis, unable to die


Sinking into the depths hands reaching high

A cursed treasure attached to the legend

Of an immortal crew clever and sly

They, which no matter what, fought till the end


Of course this is simply a children’s tale

And till the very end the good prevail


Anonymous

Will she ever choose to love me, my dear   

Even so, I do not want her to leave    

She has always left my heart empty here   

Here in my chest, my longing heart will grieve  


To have just the two of us forever 

I wait and wait and wait for my true love

But we still will never be together     

We would have fit together like a glove    


For a part of my heart beats inside her 

Forever entwined, forever apart

But you ignore and go on as you were

For my sadness does not weigh on your heart  

 

But I forgive you, tonight can’t be grim    

For it’s the night you tie the knot with him 


“The Girl in the Waves”

Grace Fike, Grade 11

Sailing up the Amalfi,

Her favorite holiday,

Amidship was her least favorite place,

It was too confined for her,

Always wanting to be above the waves,

The ocean was her home,

Who was she? 

She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen,

Her eyes an ocean blue, 

A smile like pearls you find in oysters,

And she glowed like the sun,

I first saw her at the market, 

Our eyes met and I fell,

I fell hard,

Never have I been more entranced,

I tried to talk to her,

But she left on her blue bicycle before I could,

She was lounging on the dock next to my boat,

Almost as if she was waiting for me


(Modeled after “Never Shall I Forget” by Elie Wiesel)

Anonymous

Never shall I forget those steaming chimney rocks

Never shall I forget the adrenaline rush as I peered over the rocky edges

Never shall I forget my best friend, as small as an ant, looking up at me nervously from below

Never shall I forget this exciting, newfound passion

Never shall I forget pushing the branches faster and faster as the sun began to set

Never shall I forget the overwhelming happiness from being as tall as the mountains

Never shall I forget that I am braver than I pretend to be

Never shall I forget that I am capable

Never shall I forget these things as long as I live

Never.


“The Simplicity of Childhood Summers” (Modeled after “Never Shall I Forget” by Elie Wiesel)

Nevaeh David, Grade 12

Never shall I forget that house on the big hill in New Salem

Never shall I forget the fresh summer breeze and the sound of singing wind chimes

Never shall I forget my grandma calling me inside to get a drink of water 

Never shall I forget the simplicity of being a child in June

Never shall I forget the hot sun against my skin and the refreshing coolness of the sprinkler

Never shall I forget the freeing feeling of being outside under the clear blue sky

Never shall I forget my limitless imagination and creativity

Never shall I forget that I won’t be a little girl forever and a bright future is ahead

Never shall I forget these things as long as I live

Never


“Beyond the Rainbow”

Isabella Scott, Grade 12

When life's gray I look beyond the rainbow,

To tell me why I'm on this unknown path.

Direct these twists and turns. Where should I roam?

Concrete signs mislead the mind; twist the past.

Poisonous flowers kill the heart's desires.

In this wormhole I lose my sight and scent.

When love, trust, and courage are required

This unforgiving world; my efforts spent. 

But is God really in Emerald city?

Where dreams are tainted by smoke and mirrors

There is more to life than conformity

So I’ll retire these ruby slippers.

Forever home in your perfect design,

You’ve set my path and freed my heart and mind.


“Panic”

Erilyn Machesky, Grade 11

“You’re being ridiculous, I can’t do this anymore.” 

The moment your voice was raised, I froze 

I couldn’t feel anything 

My lungs stopped 

My heart racing 

I couldn’t hear a word 

My thoughts began to take over

Reality was gone 

All that was left were me and my thoughts

Starting to think of all the bad things that could happen next 

“Are we breaking up?” 

“Am I really like this?” 

“What is wrong with me?” 

I kept thinking and getting more and more worked up 

I started hyperventilating

I started to sweat 

My hands shaking 

I can’t feel anything 

Back and forth, back and forth, my mind won't stop

Until finally I felt the tears streaming down my face


Anonymous

Goodbye to the 

Dandelions wishes,

Dancing in the rain,

And plans to run away. 

Because terrible things took you away 

Now I’m wishing you were still here,

Dancing with your ghost,

And regretting that we didn't run away.


Anonymous

I miss you.

And I hate that I do because where are you now?

With her.

The girl you told me not to worry about,

My best friend.


 “Taylor Swift”

Anonymous

In every teen girl's dream

Her eyes appear to gleam

She’s a mirrorball

In the late nightfall

Even in the middle of the night

Or the bright daylight

She is renowned fearless

Her guitar is now stringless

Out of the woods

Into a new branch of roads

Her eyes open

Now they are wide open

To see her new world

Music career whirlwind


“When She Left”

Anonymous

Roses are red the sky is blue

My heart beats just for you

The midnight stars shine like your car

It might be bizarre

But you left a scar

My heart hurts from all the pain

The tears were falling just like rain

When you left it was hard

I never wanted to give up my guard 

I know you're fine 

And I never meant to whine

But you were my everything 

This had been a scary thing

In the end you didn't care 

So for now I'll have to live in scare


“Where is the Storm Now?” (Modeled after Elie Wiesel’s “Never Shall I Forget”)

Anonymous 

Never shall I forget the sun cresting the surface of the sky that early July morning 

Never shall I forget the cold gravel beneath my feet as I aimlessly walk to a destination unknown

Never  shall I forget the feeling of my freedom and innocence being stripped from me by someone so jaded 

Never shall I forget how easy it is to feel completely alone in the largest of crowds

Never shall I forget the warmth from the rising sun shining down on my stone cold expression

Never shall I forget the feeling of anger accompanied by fear and regret suffocating me

Never shall I forget that no matter what happened I came out stronger, smarter, and more equipped for the challenges of the future

Never shall I forget the second chance I was blessed with, the second chance I will never regret, and the second chance that gave me the opportunity to change for the better

Never shall I forget these things as long as I live

Never


“Never Shall I Forget” (Modeled after Elie Wiesel’s “Never Shall I Forget”)

Anonymous

Never shall I forget that special May night in Connellsville.

Never shall I forget the blasting music, dancing lights and shimmering dresses.

Never shall I forget the roaring crowd of people when my best friend won Prom Queen.

Never shall I forget the importance of friendship and forming new ones.

Never shall I forget still dancing happily through the little raindrops falling combined with the smell of fresh air, as the night ended.

Never shall I forget the smile that never left my face and the laughter that came with it.

Never shall I forget the possibility of new friendships in a room full of strangers.

Never shall I forget my longing desire to do it all again, now with these new friendships.

Never shall I forget these as long as I live.

Never.


“Alive”

Anonymous

You have the same hairstyle as everyone in school

You shop at the most expensive and popular clothing stores

If you didn’t, then nobody would think you’re cool

You spend all your free time on your phone indoors


You don’t know what it’s like to be alive.


You think you might try football this year

Only because the popular boys are on the team

Or you were going to try out for cheer

Because that’s where the popular girls are seen


You don’t know what it’s like to be alive.


You spend hours and hours in front of the mirror 

To find every imperfection on your body

You’ll buy every product to make your skin clearer

Nothing is worse than being a nobody


You don’t know what it’s like to be alive.


You’ve always wanted to dye your hair pink

But then you’d be one of the school's weird kids

Everything that you do, you have to rethink

What am I doing that the beauty standard forbids?


You don’t know what it’s like to be alive.


When you graduate, you won’t know what to do

Because you spent every day worrying about your popularity

Now you realize you’ve never even been you

But at least you’ve learned how to cover up every irregularity.


You don’t know what it’s like to be alive.


“Never Shall I Forget” (Modeled after Elie Wiesel’s “Never Shall I Forget”)

Anonymous

Never shall I forget the Laurel Highlands High School stage

Never shall I forget the sight of the curtain rising slowly

Never shall I forget the look Thomas and I gave each other as we heard the crowd roar

Never shall I forget the passion burning in my heart 

Never shall I forget the radiating heat of the stage lights 

Never shall I forget the overwhelming feeling of serotonin as I heard the overture begin to play 

Never shall I forget the feeling of accomplishment after realizing our hard work had paid off 

Never shall I forget the moment I knew that I had a need to be on stage, for as long as I am able 

Never shall I forget 

Never. 


“Never Shall I Forget” (Modeled after Elie Wiesel’s “Never Shall I Forget”)

Brianna Hensh, Grade 12

Never shall I forget being on stage in Greensburg that one November afternoon.

Never shall I forget the nerves running through my body, yet the excitement rushing through my blood when I performed out on the stage.

Never shall I forget the announcer calling my name out for the whole auditorium to hear, crowning their new Miss Dance of Pennsylvania.

Never shall I forget the honor and accomplishment I felt as a dancer.

Never shall I forget the hot spot lights beaming down on me.

Never shall I forget the thrill as if almost my breath got taken away.

Never shall I forget the responsibility of receiving a title and my hard work and dedication paying off in the end. 

Never shall I forget that I had achieved all of my dreams at that moment.

Never shall I forget these things as long as I live.

Never. 

Art