Never Thought

Never thought I’d fall so far

Never thought I’d fall so hard

Never thought, I just never thought

Never thought it would be like this

Never thought we would share a kiss

Never thought, only just wished

Never thought you’d say the words

Never thought you’d love me to

But I always knew, I love you

Never thought it could be so true

Never believed in me and you

But I always knew, I love you

Never thought about this part

Never thought I’d give my heart

But now I know you’ve had it from the start

I always knew I’d love you

But I never thought you’d love me to.

Love Goofy

 

 

Tyler Jolley is a junior at West County Community High School whose words will shine brightly for all the world to see.

Gangsta Love

it hurts
my heart and head hurts
where you goin’
I aint sure whether
your pants sag cause you trying to be cool
or cause you forgot to to pull them up
I touch your skin
A cold barrel licks my
fingertips.
I hate that piece
I linger in the back of yo head
replaying and playin
in my mind.
the blood leaps all
round ya bedroom.
we connected together forever
but it will always be bros vefore hoes
which that is all i am to.
so i write in ink a goodbye,
as you write it in blood.

Danielle Asher is a senior at West County Community High School who will someday prove that the world isn’t all black and white.

An Old Tree

The sun sets behind brilliantly vibrant clouds arraying with the colors of purple, red, and orange. The wind sweeps through the silent town. Everyone is safe inside their small houses, no one is out in the streets. Children are being tucked into their warm beds by their adoring parents kissing them upon the forehead as they bid them goodnight. On the outskirts of the small town is a young girl. Brown eyes with short brown hair, she wears nothing more than the nightgown she sleeps in. Every night as her parents turn off the lights, she climbs out of her window and walks. Walks to an old tree. A tree that has taught her more than any adult has. Every night as the wind blows, it catches the tree. The branches sway, a leaf flutters to the ground. Breaking away from the branch that gives it life. Falling, falling, falling to the cobbled ground. Drying and breaking beneath the sun’s rays and it is blown away from the tree in which it came. The young girl grows into a young woman. She no longer visits the tree that once taught her. At her young age, she did not understand the lesson the tree was trying to teach. But now, as she reaches womanhood, she understands. You see, each leaf symbolized a person. A person connected to her as the leaf connected to the branch. She was the tree. Her heart represented the branches. Her friends, family, and peers were the leaves. Each year, someone is taken away. Each year, a death occurs or ways of communication are lost. Those leaves on the old tree, were not meant to stay. No. because the wind will come through and sweep away the leaves too fragile to hold on. The wind is life. Life changes as the patterns of the wind. It will take those that can no longer hold a place in your life. Now, with each leaf blown away, no leaf will be able to grow in the exact spot of the fallen one. Just as in life, no one will replace the person leaving or being taken away. Every leaf, like every person, is different, unique and can never be replaced. The girl realized- because one leaf is blown away, it does not mean the entire tree will die. So as she lost people in her life, she knew more would come and more would go but the people meant to stay would indeed stay. She instilled this lesson that an old tree taught her in her heart. Everybody will eventually leave. Nothing is forever. But the memories shared will forever hold a place in one’s heart and that memory will never be duplicated by any other. This is what she learned. And this is what she lives by. That tree still stands to this day. In fact, it is standing right outside of your window. All you have to do is open your minds and hearts and let i teach. You will learn a lot. I know I did.

Vernisha Tavares is a graduate of West County community High School. She has dreams of becoming the next Great American writer. 

Sweet Sin

the honey nector

 tastes off the broken

tounge
the moments turn hot

melted the honey.

sweet liquid pours through a soul

which i don’t need

to hard to try, to hard to not

cry in front of the weak.

Everyone is weaker, emotions

must be used as a mask to hide the deep dark places, you dare not go

so pour me out and break my mold

 i would hate to have more than

 one sweet honey girl

Danielle Asher is a junior at West County Community High School who will someday prove that the world isn’t all black and white.

Trinkling Down

Taking a stroll in a green serine spring’s garden along a wooden pathway as a sweet moist

 Scented sensation fills my lungs

 Tis the smell of such lovely spring rain, as the grey skies release their gifts unto us

To reveal thier most bountiful miracle

 As every drop trinkles down, down, down

Caught by wind, with no definate path, and to be distributed by the elements

How the selective few fall upon my eye lids to mask my true emotions

So that I might not have to spare a drop of my own

As every drop trinkles down, down, down

Making their way to the many elegant flowers that dangle so gently in the trees

Swaying in the spring breeze With colors so vibrant, pink, white and also yellow

Walking along as they smile and say hello With specs of water that magnify the flowers beauty

As every drop trinkles down, down, down

Mark Schmitt is a high school junior at West County Community High School. He dreams of other worlds while trying to figure out what this world means.

Artificial

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Sometimes it gets stuck in your head, passing through your veins,

 The beauty is pulsing through you, and nothing stops it.

Closing your eyes, imagining a world where that doesn’t come into is hard.

The posters dance in your room, helping your mind find insanity.

 Cause the love you feel to beautiful to describe.

You asked for honesty, you got the bullets.

Putting his eyes everywhere, no matter what you do you feel the eyes, and what they behold.

Danielle Asher is a sophomore at West County Community High School who will someday prove that the world isn’t all black and white.

The 4 Riddles Of Chaos

Riders of the storm, from our homes we are torn, water luke warm with blood unites to form, the riders of the storm seek to evade a swarm, a wall of water forms, bodies grow cold and the riders fate unfolds, a leader stands bold, extends his hand and says behold, just as I foretold, our leader is not old, in his prime, it is his time to shine, to keep us all alive, to say us from the dive, plummeted inside and humanity cannot find the surface of the storm. A chaotic deity is born, breathing fresh breaths of human flesh, feeding on societies greed, upon exhale relieves, the stench of disease, population recedes, the seven plagues have been released, chaos has broken free, destroying everything, born into reality, consuming society, chaotic deity, seems to effect everything, just as foretold, but the truth was sold. Behold I speak of tongue so bold as to say society is digging a massive grave where many will feint death and many take their last breath in these days as time combines times to this time let me unwind the sights and sounds of yesterday’s upon yesterday, to say that a sunken civilization seems so familiar a if da-sha-voo but no it cant be so I’ve come to see, that time is coming to a loop and an immense troop seeks to uproot life’s roots, yet I can’t comprehend why we don’t try to fertilize our roots and live life in harmony for the world to see, before the end why can’t we be friends? I stood so still as reality began to bend, a beckoning of life soon to end, in the sky it was signified, eclipses appear before my eyes, a sky so blue, begins a new, as the sky went from blue to black, and at that moment of sudden black came sudden attack as men slaughter men for spoils, streets overflow with turmoil, death, and crime, as time moves along, as the end draws near, a second eclipse did appear, what once was dark, was now so bright, in such pulse of energy did vision turn white, never had a light illuminated the world just as so, the landscape not visible as if in deep blizzard of snow, now no sight was intact, and now comes elemental attacks, water rises from seas to fall, on landscape once that was so tall, and as the water ravaged the land, out of the sky did it crash land, the hierarchy did command, atomic weapons beckon a great fire, lives taken by our empire, so many now have lost their lives, and before my eyes did the toll of death continue to rise, for what was left to stand so tall, the sky stayed still but the ground began to fall, as the final countdown was found down below, from such bright light did it grow, the sky evolved a third time, aligned with galactic center, the sun shown more magnificent than ever, orbs of light fly away, and dead souls are left to stay.

Mark Schmitt is a high school junior at West County Community High School. He dreams of other worlds while trying to figure out what this world means.