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The Mask

The Mask

Alessandra November 12, 2025

We all wear a mask of joy and care, To keep what stirs beneath unseen, Hidden where no eyes can reach. Yours looked like kindness, Soft with light and laughter. I didn’t notice at first The...

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Zahra November 7, 2025

It hurt. It hurt so much. His head wouldn’t stop ringing. The room was already so very cold, yet he left the window to his apartment open. Where was she? She came every night, every time he asked. Two...

The Clown

The Clown

Alessandra November 7, 2025

The year was 1997. It was a dark and stormy night, three days before Halloween. Jane was fresh into high school and had a babysitting job with the Smith family. She arrived exactly on time at 7:30 sharp...

Mr. Wooster ready to start the 7th/8th boys cross country race against Pioneer Middle School last week.

Go Sylvia, Go

Sylvia October 6, 2025

We line up. I hear, On your mark, Get set, GO. and we’re off. Girls sprint ahead I keep a good fast pace. As I run, I hear the soft grass, move as feet like giants stomp...

This Island Belongs To Me

This Island Belongs To Me

Alessandra Mautone October 6, 2025

Cut off from land Lost in a vast sea This island belongs to me Deep green haze Almost like getting lost in a haze This island belongs to me Tall Tall mountains Touching the sky Reach...

The Greatest Sum

The Greatest Sum

Viv October 1, 2025

Life is so slow it’s almost fast not knowing how quickly the years pass 2025 is over halfway even though it feels like it started yesterday you might hear my rhymes and think they’re dumb but...

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Poem by Vivian Christianson

May 20, 2025

And suddenly the words “I can’t wait” came out of my mouth. It’s a funny thing, you see, wanting to grow up so fast, but 8th grade flies, and high school arrives, and you realize all...

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Poem by Vivian Christianson

Vivian Christianson May 20, 2025

Walls cave in as I grow taller, Yet my room is getting smaller. Being the youngest out of three Tells you how to leave people be, How to not stare and glare, How to and not to treat people And somehow...

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