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Poetry:
The Stargazer
Nick Alano
Chapter 1- Queen of the Skies
So tired am I, Gasper son of the human bodies.
No longer do I wish to be tethered down to the world of earth.
The heavens seem to call out to me,
to break my chains and float out into the cosmos.
I have never seen the stars,
Only the moon, who is my mother.
My mother, the moon, rules every galaxy one another!
SHE is the Queen of Heaven!
And although her grand majesty,
Her home of choice is MY realm because it has one of me!
How special I must be,
That by choice she orbits MY planet!
How special I must be,
That she reflects the Sun’s light onto ME!
It is beautiful how prominent the moon is at night,
HER beauty, glorious, holy, and full of grace,
And YET, the bashful moon does NOT shine her own natural light,
Rather reflects the light of her Sun that I may access Him during the darkest hour at night.
I wish to see the that kingdom,
The realm in which she reigns,
And all the sacred seraphim who always sing and praise.
I want to be like the stars,
Those holy men and saints,
Who come out at night to shine so bright and help to lead the way.
But in the city streets,
I only see the moon,
She seems so sad and lonely,
Saying “all I need is you”
Poetry:
A Windy Day
Cameron Tran
It’s a windy day today
That doesn’t usually happen
Normally it’s calm and sunny
But, maybe it was always thereMaybe it was always windy
I never noticed
I let it be, sometimes enjoyed it
But now I see itI see it blowing and whispering
Moving the people of the world
Blocking the way;
Still a spectacle, but how does it help?I don’t know, at least not now
It’s cold and frightening.
But the wind is beautiful.
But I can’t really witness the beauty.Something shifted, a forever change
Or, is it forever?
It just started, and yet it feels eternal
Like the wind won’t stop, never stopsI don’t know if this’ll be the last
Or there are so many more windy days aheadMaybe there’ll be serenity;
Maybe there’ll be hell.
Maybe it’ll be stagnant
I’ve got nothing.I could just be over stressing,
And it’ll be fine; the wind won’t do anything.
But how can I know?
I can’t, and that terrifies me.And yet, what terrifies me more
My friends, they will be hurt so much more
The wind wants them out
I hope it doesn’t work.So that’s why I must keep going
I must brave the wind
So I can help my friends
The wind is so nothing compared to usIt’s blowing, it really is
And right now, I see two paths
There might be more
But the two are clearWe either get blown by it
Let it control us, maybe even ruin us
Or we push back, and fight and hope
And eventually, we can brave the wind -
Prose:
Cameron Tran
There once was a young lady who was beautiful and talented in so many aspects, and also desperate for food and water. Her thirst was as a forest flower in the most arid of deserts, and her hunger resembled that of a bear or bird of prey, scavenging for their next meal. Everywhere she looked she could not find not one drop of clean water, or one morsel of edible food. Too dirty, too bland, too nothing. She needed something, anything, so she went to the local marketplace.
One day, a Royal official was walking through the world, looking for excitement and something new. He had traveled the world, changed lives, experienced the incredible, and amassed status, wealth, and worldly knowledge like no other. He knew every person, saw every place, and was always willing to share that love. As he was making his way through your average market, he found the starving girl looking for an apple, some leftover bread, hell even roots. But he didn’t see a girl clinging onto life and in dire need of help; he saw someone impeccable and gorgeous and worthy of a regal life. Sure she was tattered and seemed to be acting erratically, but no matter! This woman deserved the best life. A life fit for a princess.
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