Ghost Town By Lauren Iaccino 25’ I was here Says the bright graffiti On crumbling walls of stone. He was here Says scattered books With pages burnt and torn. She was here Says the old statue Wrapped in ivy fingers. They were here Says the rotting wood Of decayed homes. You were here Says ghosts whispering In your ears. All were here Says the rows Of dust-caked texts. And all are gone Says the rows Of dust-caked tombs.
Spring Break By Kristen Wichman '26 The bell rings Students fill the halls Some rushing off to the Mall The skies are clear The Sun is at its height Anxiety disappears Replaced by Light The Wind hums a peaceful Tune while falling feet cause vibrations as if they were thumpers in Dune As quick as can be The School is Empty Quiet as Everyone is Free Yet something is Missing The Spirits that make up You and Me
I Will Stay By Anonymous
The devil lost everything, too As they always say, Mistakes make you stronger But every time you right a wrong The to-do list just gets longer
Abandoned morals don’t make you weak They make you strong as hell I’d know, The bravery to leave behind Would even make your angel dwell
To listen to your devil, A free life indeed I’d never leave you, my old friend In morals, we’ve agreed
I’ve spiraled down this road before, You won’t like where it ends But everyone goes down this road And through it all, I’ll stay your friend