2012

Literary Magazine Peer Selected Pieces

Mackenzie Johnson p3 Christie Kosecki p4

Rachel Meyer p5 Moody Abdelaziz p6

Kat Skafidas p7 Jasmine Pitzrick p8 Nicole Jasinski p9 Jake Lysack p10

Corey Porter p11 Antionique Vinson p12

Amy Zurawki p13 Alyssa barry p14 Ian Shurtlef p15

Ameila Johnson p16 Anna Murella p17 Victoria Wong p18 Chloe Foster p19

Sarah Russell p20 Stephen Southworth p21

Bryanna Roden p22 Luke Rogers p23

Tisha Tull p24 Racheal Shute p25 Holly McCabe p26 Zach Sanborn p27 Tori DiMartino p28

Thanks to All the Writer’s Ink Judges, Victoria Wong,

and special Writing consultant Nick Pallotta

Don’t see your entry? Contact Mrs. Colabello

 

By:Mackenzie Johnson The world keeps spinning ‘round and ‘round

My body lifted as my toes dig into the ground

A pilé here an arabesque there

As I float across the stage,

dancing on air.

I may win silver or

I may win gold,

But on this stage is where

I belong till my days grow old.

I feel free as a bird, fly high as kite

Giving dance my blood, sweat

and tears; everything is in my might.

For that moment on stage, when all eyes are on me

Can I truly reveal who I am meant to be.

I don’t care of the score, or the medal resting on my chest

All I want to do is dance, and give it my best!

 

 

By:  Christie  Kosecki  On  days  that  are  not  too  great,  And  the  times  when  there’s  so  much  hate,  Moments  when  I’m  about  to  cry,  And  nothing  seems  to  be  going  right.    I  think  of  the  sun  shining  on  my  face,  The  laughter  and  fun  I  feel  at  this  place,  The  palm  trees,  sand  and  crashing  waves,  All  my  worries  seem  to  dissipate.    The  time  spent  with  my  family  and  friends,  The  amusement  and  joking  never  ends,  This  place  is  like  my  second  home,  A  place  where  I  can  just  let  go.    So  on  days  that  are  not  too  great,    I  think  of  the  beach  and  the  people  that  I  await,  And  I  feel  so  much  better  because  I  know,  That  everything  will  be  ok.  

Wonderland By Rachel Meyer

Take me down the Rabbit Hole,

A Craving for Adventure,

A brand new

world of wonder.

A daring

Escape

from

the

Ordinary

From the Dull and the Drab and the Dreary

A world of Magic and Freedom waiting for me

Through the Looking-Glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goodbye,  Winter  

Pack  up  your  cold  and  dreary  

Hopefully  I  wont  miss  you  for  long,  

My  restless  darling  

 

Hello,  Spring  

New  York  welcomes  you  back  

Please  stop  trying  to  replace  winter  

Frozen  beauty  is  something  you  lack  

 

Welcome,  Summer  

I  never  really  miss  you  until  you're  gone  

Your  arrogance  clouds  up  the  day  and  the  night  

Before  long,  all  there  is  to  see  is  fall's  early  dawn  

 

We  meet  again,  Fall  

You  replay  my  memories  like  a  film  on  a  screen  

I'm  forced  into  a  new  fresh  start,  once  again  

It's  starting  to  feel  like  life  is  but  a  dream  

 

The  gentle  winds  seem  to  fly  faster  and  faster  

And  faster  

And  faster  

And  faster  

And  faster...  

 

It's  a  never-­‐ending  cycle.  

 

Goodbye,  Winter  

By  Katerina  Skafidas  

 

My  Conscious  By:  Jasmine  Pizrick  

 

No one’s listening,

No one cares.

No one sees my full out tears.

I see the people,

I see their dreams,

But who knew they were on its team.

It kills it hurts,

It destroys my fate,

It steals my mind and makes me hate.

Who knew I would spat,

Who knew I would mourn,

And it’s sounding my death horn.

No one’s listening,

No one cares.

No one sees my full out tears.

“Me” will end’

And so will I,

So this is my last goodbye.

Goodbye

 

 

Blue  

By  Nicole  Jasinski  

 

I  look  up  

What  do  I  see  

A  ton  of  blue  staring  at  me  

 

I  stare  at  the  ground  

I  see  blue  

Happy  sad,  a  little  silly  too  

 

I  glance  to  my  left  

Blue’s  glaring  at  me  

Talking  about  all  of  the  things  I  should  be  

 

What  do  you  know  

I  look  to  my  right    

Showing  the  world  everything  it  has  

Shining    a  bit  too  bright  

 

Living  the  world  in  a  sea  of  blue  

Is  not  easy  

Especially  for  me  

Who  still’s  looking  for  something  that’s  green.  

 

 

 

Almost  100%  

By:  Jake  Lysack  

Inglich  is  my  favorite  clas  

I  gota  hoondred  in  it  

It  mackes  me  feal  good  

About  my  smartnes  

Som  people  tink  I  bad  at  it  

But  me  grummer  is  da  bestest  

My  techer  is  vary  nise  to  me  

She  cals  me  genus  

I  like  to  rite  storys  

Som  are  adout  ranebows  and  ponys  

My  bestest  story  wus  

Buterflyes  and  flours  

Dis  is  fun  

I  shud  rite  poims  everyday  

Inglich  is  fun  and  may  be  

I  will  get  a  hoodred  on  dis  poim  

 

 

Life By:  Corey  Porter  

 

We  laugh,  we  cry  

We  hurt,  we  sigh  

 

We  are  so  good  yet  bad  

We  hare  happy  and  also  sad  

 

So  close  we  come  to  the  answer  

We  come  so  close  to  the  star  

 

Just  a  short  reach  to  touch  them  all  

Yet  if  we  try  we  always  fall  

 

We  get  back  up  again  

Eventually  we  see  the  stars  again  

Wish  I  could  say  this  is  always  true  

I  hope  this  is  true  for  you  

                                                                                                               

 

Hope

By:  Ian  Shurtlef  

 

Even  in  the  darkest  hour  

When  all  seems  like  dust  

There  is  always  a  hero  shining  through  as  lust  

 

Yet  even  sometimes  all  seems  lost  

And  regaining  it  comes  with  fatal  cost  

But  all  we  can  do  

And  all  we  must  do  

Can  help  us  repel  the  darkness  

That  clouds  our  vision  

 

Fear  is  only  a  steppingstone  

That  often  leads  us  to  our  demise  

But  what  only  few  know  

Can  save  a  day  

Without  fear  

There  cannot  be  courage  

And  without  courage  

We  shall  never  know  hope.  

 

 

Invisible  

By:  Antionique  Vinson    

Everyday  she  walks  past…  

Am  I  invisible?  

 

I  am  like  the  wind  blowing  

In  her  face  through  her  hair  

 

She  can  feel  me  but,  

Can’t  see  me  

Or  hear  me  calling  out  her  name  

 

Can  she  hear  my  heart  

Skip  a  beat  every  time  I  see  her?  

 

She  is  like  a  rare  white  rose  

Her  hair  so  silky  

Her  so  long  

But,  I’m  just  invisible  to  her!  

Can  she  hear  my  heart  skip  a  beat  

Every  time  I  see  her?  

 

I  AM  INVIIBLE!  

 

 

The  Girl  On  Fire    By:  Amy  Zurawski  Fire,  fire  My  heart’s  true  desire  Burning  in  me  like  a  rage  Making  me  feel  stuck  in  a  cage    My  mind  is  taken  back  From  the  flame  Thank  you  cause  In  me  everyday    That  feeling  In  my  veins  The  burning  Never  goes  away    So  why  is  it  That  you  can’t  see  My  little  flame  Burning  in  me?    

B y : Aly s s a B a rry

It ’s the mo me nt w he n y o u fe e l l ike the w o rld a ro und y o u is c a v ing in.

Like e v e ry thing a ro und y o u is g o ing w ro ng .

It ’s f e e l ing l ike a fa i lure be c a us e to y o urs e lf , y o u c a n’t do a ny thing rig ht .

It ’s w he n y o u fe e l l ike a n a nt in the w o rld o f g ia nts .

S c a re d, a lo ne a nd c ry ing

Yo u’l l f e e l l ike thing s c a n’t po s s ibly g e t w o rs e … but the n the y do .

I’v e l iv e d this f e e l ing to o ma ny t ime s .

T he ha tre d

T he fe a rs

T he te a rs

I’v e lo s t to o ma ny pe o ple I lo v e d.

Lo s t a f rie nd o r lo s t a lo v e

I’v e built up the w a lls o f pro te c t io n a ro und my he a rt

N o w I’m jus t w a it ing fo r s o me o ne to c o me ma ke the ir w a y

thro ug h… Witho ut hurt ing me

 

I am not like

anyone else

no one else is

like me

billions of blades

of grass

no two are the same

so many shining stars

in the night sky

too many to count

no two are

exactly the same

think of all the snow flakes

we are all snowflakes

different in different ways

By: Amelia Johnson

 

 

Believe By Anna Merulla

Everybody makes mistakes

Everybody has what it takes

To be perfect

And will all respect

Everybody is worth it

And with every bit

Of voice

You have a choice

To believe or not to believe

Gone Can you hear that,

the stream screaming

and the trees tearing

A murky gust swarms,

there is no one left

to hear the cries

Only the once animated,

could have prevented

the now barren land

 

 

 

 

 

Summer By: Chloe Foster

Swish, Swish

The wind rips through my hair Whirl, whirl

My bike rolls down the street Drip, Drip

The water slides off the cup Ooh, Ooh

The lemon stings my mouth Bam, Bam

The ball hits the ground Buzz, Buzz

The bees fly around Splash, Splash

I jump in the pool Ah, Ah

I sigh in content, Oh how I wish it was Summer again.

 

Untitled BySarah Russell

Good-bye to all the pointless drama

Good-bye to all the rude friends

Good-bye to all the put downs

Hello to the true friends

Hello to the confidence

Hello to the true love

Hello to the new life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  I  like  basketball.  

But  not  when  I  fall.  

  I’d  always  hoped  to  be  tall,  

But  that  wont  happen,  not  at  all.  

  They  see  me  running  down    

Some  people  in  the  crowd  begin  to  snort.  

  And  right  when  I  take  that  shot,  

It  came  off  my  hands  hot.  

  It  sparkled  in  the  air,  

Glistening  over  the  players  hairs.  

  I  heard  a  snap  of  the  net  as  people  rose  from  their  chairs,    

Everybody  in  the  crowd  was  standing,  to  much  to  bare.  

And  the  next  day  I  heard  people    n  the  streets  saying,  

“I  wish  I  was  there”.  

But,  the  next  couple  of  games,  

There  was  a  drought.  

  As  games  passed,  

The  crowd  dwindled  with  doubt.  

  And  till  this  day    

I  wish  I  was  tall  like  LeBron  James.        

 

 

The  crowd  dwled  with  doubt.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is She Fake? A fake friend is a flopper,

Flopping from one friend to the next.

A fake friend is sweet to your face,

Then stabs you in the back.

A fake friend dates your ex-boyfriend,

Because she knows your still into him.

You feel like you could tell her everything,

But when you do,

It all blows up in your face.

You think you can trust her with your

Darkest secrets.

You know you have a fake friend if she is

Always in drama, and drags you along.

If you find you have one,

End the friendship no matter the risk.

You don’t deserve to be treated like a

Side-kick anymore.

Once your “free”, you’ll feel like a new person.

                                                     By  Bryanna  Roden    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

  At Last, Winter is gone By  Luke  Rogers  

  The  sun  emerges  through  the  clouds  and  spreads  quickly,  surrounding  the  dark,  dreary  land.  

It  shines  on  our  bodies,  suprising  our  pale  skin  with  a  taste  of  heaven.  

  The  spirits  of  people  are  being  listed  up  by  the  warm,  engaging  atmosphere.  

  The  dirty  snow  melts  slowly  and  grass  sprouts  from  the  ground,  turning  a  forest  green.  

  Leaves  grow  on  the  dead,  grey  trees  and  flowers  resurface  turning  the  most  extravagant  bright  colors.  

  Birds  sing  beautiful  tunes  and  the  sky  transforms  into  a  cool,  baby  blue.  

    A  cool  breeze  flows  through  the  streets,  pulling  the  doors  open  to  the  houses.  

  At  last,  winter  is  gone  and  spring  has  arrived,  changing  our  cold  hearts,  into  something  beautiful.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As time goes on By  Tisha  Tull  

  What  happened  to  morals?  

Do  things  not  matter  anymore?  

No  more  purity?  

Most  people  seem  to  throw  it  all  away  these  days.  

  What  happened  to  values?  

No  one  seems  to  care  anymore.  

What  about  a  clean  mouth?  

Its  rare  not  to  hear  dirty  words  

  What  about  modesty?  

Some  people  could  care  less.  

What  happened  to  caring?  

Very  few  seem  to  anymore.  

  What  about  respect?  

People  are  loosing  it  for  others  and  themselves.  

Why  have  things  gotten  like  this?  

Our  generation  just  seems  

 to  get  worse  as  the  years  go  by,  

But  why?  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Man In The Sky

By:  Rachel  Shute  

Tears  wont  heat  the  pain  

Crying  never  makes  it  drain  

Even  though  you  walk  with  a  cane  

I  still  have  the  image  of  you  flying    

Flying  so  high  

Being  able  to  actually  touch  the  sky  

Before  anyone  started  to  cry    

But,  then  you  went  and  had  to  die  

Everything  changed  

Images  fading,  flowers  decaying  

All  you  fault  

You  stupid  adult  

When  I  was  younger,  

You  told  me  stories  about  the  thunder  

How  every  boom  was  a  strike  

How  a  great  man  bowling  almost  won  this  game  

When  he  didn’t  he  would  be  in  great  shame  

He’d  blame  everything    

He’d  cry  all  night  long  

Then  the  next  day  his  beautiful  mother  would  come  sing  him  a  beautiful  song  

You  also  told  me  stories  about  your  love  

How  you  wish  you  could  buy  her  every  dove  

She  was  the  one    

She  is  the  one  

 

You  may  not  see  me  

You  may  not  hear  me  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friendship

By:  Holly  McCabe  

 

Friendship is like the color red,

Full of warmth and comfort when you need it.

Friendship is like an ocean, constantly flowing and changing.

Some days its calm, some days its wild and raging.

Friendship is like spring after a long, harsh winter.

Its time for new beginnings, and its time to start over.

Friendship is like a butterfly, although it changes form, It’s still

the same in the end.

Friendship is like rain; it can be dark and gloomy during storms,

But after the storm is over, new plants start to grow.

Friendship

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spirit of Basketball

By: Zach Sanborn

It was a match-up of 2 elite basketball teams.

If our team lost it would shatter our dreams.

And just as expected the game would be close.

The adrenaline for the players was a triple dose.

Through the 1st,2nd,3rd,and 4th

Both team’s scores were going north

And as a final shot came off our hands down by one

We knew that miss or make this game would be done

It looked like a bad shot we could almost taste defeat

Until a player dunked the shot giving the fans a treat

The fans overjoyed both tiny and tall

But I guess that’s the spirit of basketball

 

 

 

 By: Tori DiMartino

Life hasn’t been such a burden I’ve grown up in a large town

With a big family Little worries And no harm

Now Life has creaks and breaks I feel like I’m kept hold of

In a tiny life And so many problems

I wander around at night Restless

And worry What will happen next

What will go wrong And what will be okay

Struggling with the truth And suffering from the lies

Will he ever survive When will he stop this mess

When will he survive cancer How will he cope

Radiation is terrible Chemo is worse

Jaundice in color And still he fights

And fights When will he come home

How will he survive When will I have my grandpa back

When will we be a family once again When will tears stop

And the sun shines thorugh When will we be happy

Or When will this end