Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Poetry by Kohava B
Eternally Destined
Cloaked within a corridor of my soul lies the mystic resonance of a dream, Etched upon the heart it lingers to ignite a life into an engulfing, surreal destiny of delectation.
Cloaked within a corridor of my soul lies the mystic resonance of a dream, Etched upon the heart it lingers to ignite a life into an engulfing, surreal destiny of delectation.
Sunk
Bound within an ocean ebbing with despair, I sink; lower, deeper, enraptured by the icy, dismal swallows of the morose waters. Breath escaping, hopes shattered; body drifting, a lifeless existence; descending gradually, a desolate reality;
Bound within an ocean ebbing with despair, I sink; lower, deeper, enraptured by the icy, dismal swallows of the morose waters. Breath escaping, hopes shattered; body drifting, a lifeless existence; descending gradually, a desolate reality;
Drowned.
Fastened
Halt the piercing screams stationed within my soul. Spill the profound depth of longing into the opened transom of existence. I am lost among the disconsolate actuality that has taken over. Confined beneath the surface lies the reveries once envisioned, so swiftly swathed by adversity.
Halt the piercing screams stationed within my soul. Spill the profound depth of longing into the opened transom of existence. I am lost among the disconsolate actuality that has taken over. Confined beneath the surface lies the reveries once envisioned, so swiftly swathed by adversity.
Hope by Caroline W.
I am the light that’s surrounded by dark
I am the people without jobs without heart
I am the thing with the brightest of minds
When the words are unfriendly and the looks are unkind
I am the tunnel’s end, I am the light
I am the victor just after my fight
I am the view at the top of the slope
I am the last thing to go, I am hope.
I am the people without jobs without heart
I am the thing with the brightest of minds
When the words are unfriendly and the looks are unkind
I am the tunnel’s end, I am the light
I am the victor just after my fight
I am the view at the top of the slope
I am the last thing to go, I am hope.
Of Course by Holly M
We watch you,
As you take that cigarette
Into your shaking hands
We watch you.
As you suck in that ragged breath
With smoke rolling over your teeth
Waiting for the world to stop,
Because of course it will.
Of course it’s over.
Of course we hate you.
Of course the world hates you.
We watch you,
As your throat and your eyes burn
In the pessimistic fog
We watch you.
As your voice quivers through your lips
Saying the world is only torture
While the poisonous vapor slips out,
Because of course it hurts.
Of course it stings you.
Of course it's their fault.
Of course it's all our fault.
We watch you,
As you point your disapproving finger
Through the choking cloud
We watch you.
As you shake your head with disgust
Looking through that foggy mass
At all the mistakes of the world,
Because of course it's wrong.
Of course it's disgusting.
Of course it wasn't you.
Of course it was everyone else.
We watch you,
As you cough out your testimony
Of all the wrongdoers
We watch you.
As your whispers of stinging judgment
Form a noxious haze over you
With every struggled breath,
Because of course you're right.
Of course their time is coming.
Of course you will prevail.
Of course they deserve to die.
We watch you,
As that poisonous murk surrounds you
Blocking out the world
We watch you.
As your shivering limbs reach out
Through the all-consuming cloudy death
For the switch to turn it all away,
Because of course it's there.
Of course you will reach it.
Of course it will save you.
Of course we won't.
We watch you,
As your arms flail wildly
Through that toxic wall of hate
We watch you.
As your decrepit body is corroded
By the stifling cloud of judgment
That flowed from your dying lungs,
Because of course the world is all wrong.
Of course it's full of filth.
Of course you're pure.
Of course you'll survive.
Of course not.
As you take that cigarette
Into your shaking hands
We watch you.
As you suck in that ragged breath
With smoke rolling over your teeth
Waiting for the world to stop,
Because of course it will.
Of course it’s over.
Of course we hate you.
Of course the world hates you.
We watch you,
As your throat and your eyes burn
In the pessimistic fog
We watch you.
As your voice quivers through your lips
Saying the world is only torture
While the poisonous vapor slips out,
Because of course it hurts.
Of course it stings you.
Of course it's their fault.
Of course it's all our fault.
We watch you,
As you point your disapproving finger
Through the choking cloud
We watch you.
As you shake your head with disgust
Looking through that foggy mass
At all the mistakes of the world,
Because of course it's wrong.
Of course it's disgusting.
Of course it wasn't you.
Of course it was everyone else.
We watch you,
As you cough out your testimony
Of all the wrongdoers
We watch you.
As your whispers of stinging judgment
Form a noxious haze over you
With every struggled breath,
Because of course you're right.
Of course their time is coming.
Of course you will prevail.
Of course they deserve to die.
We watch you,
As that poisonous murk surrounds you
Blocking out the world
We watch you.
As your shivering limbs reach out
Through the all-consuming cloudy death
For the switch to turn it all away,
Because of course it's there.
Of course you will reach it.
Of course it will save you.
Of course we won't.
We watch you,
As your arms flail wildly
Through that toxic wall of hate
We watch you.
As your decrepit body is corroded
By the stifling cloud of judgment
That flowed from your dying lungs,
Because of course the world is all wrong.
Of course it's full of filth.
Of course you're pure.
Of course you'll survive.
Of course not.
Endless Sky by Holly M
I reach my hands to endless sky
And try to pull it near.
The creatures swim above me,
As they whisper in my ear,
"Now’s the time, it's getting late,
You've nothing left to fear."
They dash away to endless sky,
And I run with quickening pace,
To climb the tree before the beast,
And reach the giant's face.
The beast declaws it's vicious feet,
To see I've won the race
The giant, with a humble laugh,
Removes me from his hair
With just a step, we're 'round the world,
The earth is just his lair.
He says, "don't look down at the ground,
You'll see it isn't there."
His glasses hide the twinkling stars
That glisten in his eye.
With outstreached arms, I touch the rim
And feel the endless sky,
Then dive into the liquid glass
And gravity defy.
Floating through the Morpheus air,
I'm startled back to being,
To realize that it's all a dream,
A false euphoric feeling.
But somewhere there is endless sky
The earth must be concealing.
And try to pull it near.
The creatures swim above me,
As they whisper in my ear,
"Now’s the time, it's getting late,
You've nothing left to fear."
They dash away to endless sky,
And I run with quickening pace,
To climb the tree before the beast,
And reach the giant's face.
The beast declaws it's vicious feet,
To see I've won the race
The giant, with a humble laugh,
Removes me from his hair
With just a step, we're 'round the world,
The earth is just his lair.
He says, "don't look down at the ground,
You'll see it isn't there."
His glasses hide the twinkling stars
That glisten in his eye.
With outstreached arms, I touch the rim
And feel the endless sky,
Then dive into the liquid glass
And gravity defy.
Floating through the Morpheus air,
I'm startled back to being,
To realize that it's all a dream,
A false euphoric feeling.
But somewhere there is endless sky
The earth must be concealing.
Friday, June 18, 2010
2010 Edition of Idylls, Cave Spring High School Art and Literary Magazine
Editors:
Gabrielle F. is serving her second year on the Literary Magazine staff. She is a dedicated member of Cave Spring High School's Dance Team, serving as Captain her senior year. Gabrielle has a great appreciation for the arts, taking part in various art classes throughout high school. She plans to attend University of Mary Washington in the fall.
Niki F.has been on the Literary Magazine staff since her sophomore year. She is Editor-in-Chief of Cave Spring High School's newspaper, the Knight Letter, and plans to continue studying mass communications at Virginia Commonwealth University in the fall.
Holly P. is a hair standing on edge; tripping over people tripping over shoe laces and face planting teenager who’s out of place and wears jeans covered in paint too often. She’ll always be a writer because she can never seem to pull the right words out of her brain at the right time. With out writing down her thoughts she’d probubly loose her mind.
Marissa S.
Banner Design:
Joey M.
Art Director:
Olivia M. is eager to attend James Madison University in the fall. She has a passion for fashion as well as anything else artistic. She is an optimistic, free spirit who embraces all the uncertainties the future holds and can’t wait to see where life will take her.
Teacher Sponsor:
Anne Pfeiffer apfeiffer@rcs.k12.va.us with special help from Pat Carr
Gabrielle F. is serving her second year on the Literary Magazine staff. She is a dedicated member of Cave Spring High School's Dance Team, serving as Captain her senior year. Gabrielle has a great appreciation for the arts, taking part in various art classes throughout high school. She plans to attend University of Mary Washington in the fall.
Niki F.has been on the Literary Magazine staff since her sophomore year. She is Editor-in-Chief of Cave Spring High School's newspaper, the Knight Letter, and plans to continue studying mass communications at Virginia Commonwealth University in the fall.
Holly P. is a hair standing on edge; tripping over people tripping over shoe laces and face planting teenager who’s out of place and wears jeans covered in paint too often. She’ll always be a writer because she can never seem to pull the right words out of her brain at the right time. With out writing down her thoughts she’d probubly loose her mind.
Marissa S.
Banner Design:
Joey M.
Art Director:
Olivia M. is eager to attend James Madison University in the fall. She has a passion for fashion as well as anything else artistic. She is an optimistic, free spirit who embraces all the uncertainties the future holds and can’t wait to see where life will take her.
Teacher Sponsor:
Anne Pfeiffer apfeiffer@rcs.k12.va.us with special help from Pat Carr
Healing Flower, by Tyler W.
Tyler W. is a senior who spends all of her time at work. She spends too much time playling Tetris.
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