April and May Winners

Cameron Tran – Sophomore

It’s a windy day today
That doesn’t usually happen
Normally it’s calm and sunny
But, maybe it was always there 

Maybe it was always windy
I never noticed 
I let it be, sometimes enjoyed it
But now I see it

I 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 stops    

I don’t know if this’ll be the last
Or there are so many more windy days ahead

Maybe 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 us

It’s blowing, it really is
And right now, I see two paths
There might be more
But the two are clear

We 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

Sam Walma – Freshman

I’m the one
who starts the group chat.
Who sends the “hey”
in hopes of
something more
than silence.
I ask how you’re doing,
you say “good,”
and that’s the end of it.
I start every conversation
And you answer
But you never ask me first
I don’t think you mean to forget me.
But you do.
Until I remind you
that I’m here.
Sometimes I wait.
I stare at my screen
hoping your name shows up
without mine
leading the way.
It doesn’t.
I know I’m not the easiest
to talk to.
I don’t say the right things.
I don’t make people feel special.
But I try.
I always try.
And I wish
just once,
someone would try for me.
Not because I reached out first.
Not because I asked.
But because they wanted to.
I’m not asking to be the favorite.
I’m asking to be
a thought.
A text.
A name that matters
even when I’m not
the one to speak first.

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”