Posts tagged as “creative writing”
By Isabelle Mascary | Observer Contributor
“Tell me, what it is you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life…”
Wonderful question you ask.
I plan to tackle every task.
What do I plan to do with
my wild yet precious life?
I plan to liberate others and
help build their self-esteem.
You know, the ones who have lost their voice,
often the ones left with no choice.
Ones who are lost and confused,
the ones, tormented and abused.
The ones society wants to forget,
the ones who can forgive, but can never forget.
By William A. Lefrancois | Observer Contributor
Throughout the Mount, many have come and gone;
Administrators, faculty, staff; each giving with a heart that knows not slow.
From amongst these masses, arose a leader who was second to none!
Pure, pleasant, particular, patient; these words describe Joe Stiso.
A man of indomitable character; a natural leader in all things education.
A master of the written word, true eloquence his mighty virtue.
Joe could attain any grant, could accomplish any expectation;
Loving, learning, listening, laudable each day with Joe would start anew.
By Daniel Mullane | Observer Contributor
Body temperature drop!
Couldn’t feel my phalanges.
The flip phone started to ring…
Jeans is frozen!
Heart started to beat 100 miles per hour!
Panic started…
Daylight was taken away from me.
Night vision were given by my eyes.
That was the day I thought I was going to be dead.
What a remorse it was once I arrived to my destination.
A pile of snow was waiting for me.
An unknown lesson needed to be learn by my first adopted father to me wasn’t well plan.
As I lay down on the snow with one shoe on,
By Daniel Mullane | Observer Contributor
The land of the free and home of the brave,
Honey can be found here in many ways.
It takes some sacrifice.
Mine was found by taking the biggest risk.
However, a golden ticket was given in round one.
College wasn’t it yet,
Could not pay the bundle.
Doesn’t guarantee a river of gold.
My eyes weren’t open to vocational.
9 to 5 would have kept me poor.
Wasn’t yet ready to be a businessman.
Being an entrepreneur would have rubbed me off.
Came to an end in secondary school.
By Isabelle Mascary | Editor-in-Chief
From the night I took my very first breathe,
my childhood has been hectic.
A product of my own environment
condemned before I can crawl, walk, or speak,
unable to reject the many vices;
I was forced to accept and protect.
Using my imagination to escape this reality
and to illuminate my dreams because
my mind is the only room that can’t be taken away from me.
My imagination keeps me from becoming weary.
My thoughts and visions allow me to divulge
in the endless possibilities, despite the present conditions before me.
By William A. Lefrancois | Observer Contributor
Outside, the snow is falling, trees all with a cap of white;
Inside, our hearts are lifted, hoping for times to be bright!
The world around us, so much trouble it has been;
Maybe through that Christmas cheer, we’ll find the good once again.
The ground lies all frozen, covered in wintery ice;
Not a sound do you hear, just the wind howling and blowing so nice!
Nature at peace, calmness, and quietude reign supreme;
If only that Christmas cheer, if only it was everyone’s dream.
By Josilyn Straka | Assistant Editor
It was you, bright eyes, big smile
You reeled me in, won me over
I was elated, hopeful
And then, in the blink of an eye
It was over, no explanation
Sacramento will never be the same to me.
By Maddie Willigar | Editor-in-Chief
My breath morphs into saturated air
like clouds of dew that pour straight from my lungs
and flakes of white fall like a morning prayer
that softly drips off tips of human tongues.
The neighbor kids whip their packed balls of snow
at layered armor: puffer coats of plush.
Each child falls like leaning dominoes
until the numbing chill makes their cheeks flushed.
I hear their parents call from cozy homes
the warming sound melts through my train of thought.
There’s something in the comfort of their tones
By Cami Stephens | Assistant Editor
Smile. You must smile.
Don’t ever let your smile turn into a frown.
If you’re sad, don’t worry, a smile can help fix everything.
Did you forget to smile?
I try to smile in the mirror, but how do I smile when my brain only allows myself to frown.
I cannot force elation; my brain is too engulfed in devastating despair.
I know you get mad when I cannot smile, but I cannot fake it any longer.
I promise I’m not forgetting to smile, it doesn’t come naturally anymore.