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Okay Ohio, I See You

I wake up with the sun shining brightly in my eyes. My alarm is blaring as I throw it off my nightstand. It’s a Monday and while I’m usually a morning person, today was not one of those mornings. I throw on some clothes, slap on my face of cheap makeup and go. The weather was amazing for the beginning of February. Of course I didn’t notice this until after I walked into school with my puffy winter coat. My hair is full of static because of the material of my coat and even though I knew this when I bought it I didn’t care because it was half off. I walk into homeroom almost late with my hair looking like a troll doll. Most of my homeroom I’ve known since kindergarden. Some have joined our class over the years and just blend in now. The newest member of our class yells something about Texas and everyone laughs like they have been every day since the beginning of the year. In my daze I put my head on the desk and try to control the headache I woke up to.
I love school but today is the longest four hours of my life. Everyone has those days where something they love becomes something they dread. In Spanish we learned past verbs and had to write speeches. Usually I’m fine with this class but today was, again, one of those days. Writing is one of my greatest strengths, mixing together words so that they flow when you read them. However actually speaking the words I stumble and mumble the whole way. My voice will of course crack every time and my face will burn bright red. Writing is much easier because I can write what I feel and not get embarrassed or be interrupted. This love of writing is what determined my future career in Journalism. I put my head on my desk and the Spanish teacher instantly taps my desk, assuming I’m sleeping. Instead of focusing I move my attention to the window. Every car in the lot is a different person with a story and a life separate from this place. The bell rings, interrupting my deep train of thought.
I get home and first thing I do is turn on my laptop and start on homework. After about a minute I stop because of the pain in my head. I look back on my day, thinking about how horrible it was. Consumed with boredom I scroll through Facebook, looking at videos of puppies and posts from family members I’ve never met. I see a post from some distant relative that says “Start each day with a positive thought.” This brings me back to thinking about my day. The whole day I went through moping because I had decided that I was having a bad day instead of thinking positively and pushing through the negativity. Before going to bed I decide that tomorrow I will start fresh. A clean white slate is what tomorrow brings and I’ll start with a positive thought. As I drift asleep I can see the snow starting to fall outside.
I wake up to a bright light coming in my window. The few snowflakes of last night turned into a huge blanket of snow covering my front yard. My clean white slate right before my eyes. I take a deep breath and say, “Okay Ohio, I see you.”

Life is Like an Ocean

Life is like an ocean that deeply flows
The ocean continuously runs
Where to, nobody seems to know.

Watching the sweet waves flow
Enough waves to make you forget
Everything the past used to hold.

When life hits those strenuous times
And you feel like you can’t continue
Remember life is only at its prime.

Friends will always come and go
Even the ones you thought to stay loyal
But you will find new friends, so don’t bow your head low.

You decide your own path
Good or bad, the choice is yours.
Just make sure it’s a decision you want to last.

You’ll have many events in life that question your emotions
Some moments that you’ll never seem to expect
But just remember to always continue, because life is just like an ocean.

The Passion of Music

As I sit there with a candle lit and pen in hand
I imagine what magic can happen with that old guitar in hand
The music flows through me like a river
My music speaks loudly and it will make you shiver.

My passion for music will never die
I even sing for my grandma and make her cry
My favorite time to sing is when no one is watching
Even though it sure is fun when everyone is watching.

Music is what I love and what I live for
When I hit those high notes my voice just soars
Whether I’m in my room or on a stage
Everytime I listen to myself I let myself engage.

Ever since I was young I have wanted to sing
Everytime I sing I let myself ring
I even like to sing while playing in the rain
I think that singing is the only thing that keeps me sane.

I have been in choir since I have been in middle school
I sing louder than anyone, which is cool
I even have a voice teacher that is queen of rock and roll
Everytime she sings it comes from her soul.

Her name is Leanne Binder and she is my role model
She is really pretty and even looks like a supermodel
She has long blonde hair and baby blue eyes
When I sing with my soul she always cries.

Her studio is in a cold basement
We always do warm ups to find out my placement
I get to pick out my own songs to sing
There’s nothing that I can complain about not a thing
What can I say I have a love for music
I have been born with a talent and I like to use it.


The everyday duties of a teacher
Is not to be your everyday preacher,
They teach us how to be the best we can be
No matter if the teacher is a he or a she.

They teach us how to be kind to others
Even when we are at home with our sisters and brothers
A simple knowledge that will constantly shine,
To keep all of us properly in line.

Students come up with a lot of questions
Even some of the students have different suggestions
To be answered during every period of the day,
Then the students leave and go merrily on their way.

Everyday the lessons are carefully prepared
Between every period the answers are shared
Preparing all students for a future career
Not all teachers are mean at least that’s what you hear.

Teachers just want what is best for their classes in school
When you see them out of school they are really cool
When you pass them in the hallway they say hi
But when you graduate you have to say bye.

Some teachers try to help you pass their class
Others on the other hand do not give a crap
A good teacher will always have your back
They will help you and you will be on track.

Whether it is Science, English or Math
They will make sure you are on the right track
Whether you are a boy or a girl they will treat you the same
You may even see them at the football game
You wake up everyday to do your best
You always study to do the best on your test.

Banned Book Week Meets Blackout Poetry

In conjunction with Banned Book Week Mrs. Mullane and Mrs. Johnston worked with their students to create blackout poetry! Here are some of the best:

Period 1 – Kate Denmeade
Inspired by Chinese Handcuffs
On a starry night remember things aren’t always as they appear
Do everything right, make no mistakes with discipline
He smiled a tired smile
Instincts all quiet
I was scared was something wrong God?
Believe it, my boy
I swear people were animals

Cierra Latronica
Inspired by Eclipse
Lost in the darkness

Dark, thick clouds, heavy air..
Shadows, gloom.
Gasp, sigh of relief.
Cool hand, found my chin,
Without a word..
Tightly against his chest
Hards lips on mine, tension in his jaw.
Pulled away.
He let me breathe.
Kissed me again.
Already gone,
Squinting into the darkness

Period 2- Shantel Springer
Inspired by New Moon
Vampires must work, get the credit
They’re not going to be very happy
They’ll act very quickly

I looked away, fighting against my teeth
As they tried to break through my lower lip
Bleeding was not the best idea right now

Tell me what I have to do
You don’t have to do anything
I’m going to get you as close as possible,
Then you’re going to run in the direction I point you
Try not to trip

Haley LaMorticella
Inspired by Vampires
Vampires do not smile.
I was realizing what she meant when she said ironic.
They are not going to be very happy.
She shook her head, her expression grim.
I looked away, fighting my teeth as they tried to break skin of my lower lip.
Bleeding .
Tell me what I have to do.
He just has to see you before he moves into the light.
How are we going to work that?
We do not have time for a concussion today.

Period 3- Natalie Babinec
He left with one last lingering look.
She had seen that look in his eye
A human being,
More than that, a desirable young man

The terrible truth had forced a smile to her lips
But after a few moments, she replaced it
Something she hadn’t expected

She thought,
Love exists
And no one is free

Cassie Bacon
Inspired by My Sweet Audrina
“But, but…Papa-”
“Don’t protest, just accept.
We know you are ultrasensitive.
We love you.
We want to see you happy”

He came to sit on the edge of my bed.
I lay on my back, frozen, trying not to breathe,
I might be dead.

He leaned closer,
I seized hold of the sheet and pulled it high under my chin.
Papa’s ironlike hands, his strong fingers
Digging into my tender skin,

Our gazes locked.
He was the winner again.

“Now, now, it’s not so bad, is it?
You’ve done it before,
You can do it again.
You can help me.”

“But-but,” I stammered, wanting to make him stop.
But he went on,
Inundating me with his needs.

I was afraid.
Was he going to keep this up?
Would I be able to satisfy Papa?

“Make all of your father’s hopes come true.”
I stared at him sitting there on my bed.
His dark eyes, “full of love…”
Could I keep resisting?

He was my father.
Fathers were supposed to know right from wrong.

“Won’t just one more time be enough?”
“Perhaps it will be…”

Period 4- Cole Sexton
Inspired by I Think We Shall Have to Try
I think we could manage this
I don’t know how you can be so sure
I think we shall have to try
You’ll kill yourself for certain, going over like that without even a look to see what to make for
Be patient
A deeper blackness was already reaching out with long arms
Its courses were all twisted and disordered
If we’re going to try, we had better try at once

Jeff Horn
Inspired by It Ain’t Beautiful
It ain’t beautiful, It’s scary.
We’re all vile sinners.
You believe it but you hate it
It’s crazy, why?
God’ll damn you to hell when you die

Pink Lemonade Sky

As the sun just dips behind the surface of the buildings,
And the looming shadows grow into an eternal night
The sky is stained with the leftover light
Creating a foggy, cheerful lemonade sky
Staring off into its beauty creates a blur in one’s self
As though you are not actually witnessing this moment
But have been transported into another realm, another world
As the buildings in the distance bring more luster to the sky
And the pool below is filled with a chilling void of promise
The calling and shouts of people bring your blurred self back
Back to the reality you are living
You don’t want to leave the sky, dusted with pink but you must
As you ascend into the peaceful chilly night
Surrounded by friends and strangers
You wonder if you will ever meet again
Again a person or place that blurs reality
And can be so flawed and yet so perfect at the same time
The thought isn’t held onto long for you are now gone
Encased in the stacher of the marshmallow statue of Abe
With such composure and confidence, he glares ahead
It’s as if he’s mesmerized by the sky too
You wonder what he would say about the sky
Would he call it a disgrace?
Or an unrecognizable beauty?
You may never know what Abe may think
But you do know what you think
And that is that no matter how many more days or years pass
This moment will never be lost in time
Only lost in your heart.


The future seems like such a nice place
Filled with the utmost grace
With everything you could ever need
But without the useless greed
When the skies so clear it’s sad
And the world is rid of jerks who make you mad
When lying is no more
And bones don’t get sore
Where everyone lives to two hundred two
Yes this could be you
In three thousand three
Come along with me
Let’s find the golden key
And climb up a real tree
When war is just a bad story
And nothing gets real gory
Come along with me
In three thousand three
When people don’t pick a fight
And everyone has sight
Where no illness seems to spread
And no one is filled with dread
Yes you could be
In three thousand three
Don’t you want to see
Don’t you want to be
Come along with me
To three thousand three

In The Darkness Of The Night

In the darkness of the night

Bet your heart is full of fright

In the darkness where they hide

Surrounding you from every side

From the shadows they were made

They take the form of only shades

They reach only certain lives

They swarm about like angry hives

They feed on the anger inside

The bubbling rage you try to hide

But they will never be fooled by you

A Deal With A Force

A deal with a force,

That’s bound to kill.

A deal with the hand,

That gives you a chill.

A deal with a man,

Who knows no bounds.

A deal with the wind,

That sounds like hounds.

A deal with the tree,

That holds your life.

A deal with the sky,

That takes your strife.

A deal with the sun,

That gives you light.

A deal with the stars,

That give you the night.

A deal with the ground,

That steals your breath.

A deal with the moon,

Who whispers your death.

A deal with a force,

That has already seen.

A deal with a force,

That knows what is mean.



Lies can make you feel light

Lies can make your chest seem tight

Lies can be a lovely dream

Lies can be awfully mean

Lies can save you from feeling

Lies can leave you reeling

Lies can somewhat save

Lies can suddenly cave

Lies can dry your tears

Lies can leave you with fears

Lies can fix your heart

Lies can ruin you from the start

Lies can help you sleep

Lies can cut you deep

Lies can help you make a friend

Lies can make that friendship end

Lies can make you seem kind

Lies can mess with people’s minds

Lies can make the world go round

Lies can make the world crumble down

Darkness And Light

Cold and lonely seeking light

Lying in despair trapped by solid ice

Struggling just enough to stay alive

Just not enough to call a true fight

Giving up shall never be an option

Though now it seems like a divine blessing

As the light twists above you teasingly

In your sight but so far from your reach

The light shimmering like beautiful stars

Might I one day be just as stunning?

If only I were able to touch the heavens

Then even I could absorb their endless light

For all I need is one small touch

So I may have the sky’s wondrous shine

And perhaps erase my dark deeds of the night

And everything that gives me reason to fear

But in the end the darkness swallows me whole

And I shall never see again such glorious blessings

For now I too have become one with the night

And the darkness is forever a part of me





Burn steady and true

Let your flames crackle anew

White, yellow, then red

Fill my heart with your fiery dread

Light my way with hate and mistrust

Brim me to the point I will bust

Send to me the darkest of lies

So I may cut my deepest of ties

Scorch me, burn me, make my skin black

Remind of everything they all lack

And guide me on my ultimate path

So I can achieve my infinite wrath

Dance, laugh, and howl around

Bury them all deep in the ground

Corpses dragged across the grass

Their lives now shattered like glass

My lips curved into a smile

The blood on my hands worth my while