Gallery of Student Work
Student Poetry 2016-2017
By: Bryce Mcgaughey
There on my land
On the other side of the sand
I knew him since he was eleven
He sent my friend to heaven
All these people screaming
These bullets are streaming
He used to be my friend
Its definitely the end
His name was Tim
And I will never forgive him
I was ghostly white
Not ready to fight
People throwing frags
Carrying guns with extended mags
But we will come together
Running as light as a feather
We will win the battle
Even if we’re broken and rattled
Changing the tide
Even if my friend is on the other side
By: Jordan Sedberry
As Dante passed the agonized screams
He came upon another man
Impaled by a pointed beam
And on that being swarms of locust ran
Tore into the damned soul’s flesh
As to finding the face, Dante could not scan
“Oh my Lord, what is that mesh,
Of black bugs and blood in such a tangle?
“That, my son, is a tale that’s rather fresh.”
There Nuccia doth dangle
Of fair Pia, he stole her heart
In his mind to become one, her body did he mangle
He never wanted to be apart
On their wedding night, he laid her on the bed
And of his lover, the devouring did start
The moment she said “I do”, she was as good as dead
Ignoring her cries, he swallowed every piece
Inside him, they were truly one; his hunger finally fed
And in that moment, Dante’s pity did decrease
He thought of his precious angel
And quite a howl did his lungs release
Knock On Wood
By: Justin Collins
You’re sweating, but you don’t know why.
You’re becoming nervous, your mouth goes dry.
You don’t believe in luck; you’re not superstitious.
These feelings you’re experiencing, they’re entirely ridiculous.
A wooden table sits in your vicinity.
It seems to hold some timeless divinity.
You look away, wanting to keep your dignity.
You will not dismiss your logic so willfully.
You said something risky with too much confidence.
Now you’re worried about some ethereal consequence.
“I’ll win my bet,” you might’ve said, or “It won’t rain.”
But as you said it, you felt a regret you couldn’t explain.
You walk over to the table, sighing with defeat.
The logic you held dear now seems obsolete.
You do the thing you said you never could
as you raise your fist and knock three times on wood.
A Storm Called Life
By: Alex Wilson
Our hands are interlocked as a storm brews around us. The wind blows fiercely, propelling debris towards each and every direction. The sky grows both more dark and ominous everytime I so hesitantly glance towards it. The downpour leaves us drenched, with not a single dry inch to spare. Our clothes have simply become nothing more than wet rags on our cold bodies. The streaks of lightning abruptly strike, and strike again, far too close for our comfort. Of course accompanied by the continuous roaring and pounding of their thunder. Our hands are interlocked as a storm brews around us. Although we both are well aware that we feel eachothers grip slowly but surely slipping, we choose not to acknowledge it. We simply just pretend as if neither of us is ever going anywhere, regardless of the fact that that is indeed both of our worst fears. What we fear is that we will become at the whim of the same ferocious wind that is currently sending anything in it’s path in any direction it may choose. What we fear is that one of us may be swept one way, and one of us may be swept away to another, only never to get the very opportunity to be in each other’s presence once more. Hold on tight, hold on tight, hold on tight, for our hands are interlocked, as a storm brews around us.
By Jordan Sedberry
Every day we converse through text
Sometimes we even Skype and that’s the best
I wait for the reply that you’ll send next
You always make my heart throb in my chest--
I feel the blood rush into my cheeks,
Everything about you makes me smile.
Into my stomach, butterflies do sneak.
Meeting you will make the wait worthwhile--
A mere four hour distance keeps us apart;
But fear not, we will meet someday soon.
Till then I endure the longing in my heart
O goddess, your radiance makes me swoon--
Some say “too young”, but I love you;
That’s a fact I know to be completely true.
Senior Photo Essays 2016
2015 Stellar Book Projects
2014 Writing Descriptive (Golden) Details