Sundown Secrets – Corbin Campbell

Early moonlight

Dust to dust

Wait for twilight

It’s a must


For in these times

When all is hushed

All is slow or calm

And never rushed


They burrow underground

Or roost in trees

They all have secrets

Some you’ll never see

But look quite closely

In the time of in between

And they may reveal to you

What you need



Corbin Campbell


Water is the ultimate weapon,

It brings life, keeps it alive,

But it also takes life away.


It can destroy it in an instant,

It can be used for entertainment.


People use it for fun,

Not thinking how dangerous it is.


It can be your best friend,

Or it can be your worst enemy.



Masquerade – JT



Everyday we know, from our births to the ends,

We attend the ball, a never ending waltz.

We can go as we please, alone or with friends,

To the Masquerade, where we hide away our faults.


As the name would imply, we all wear a mask.

A false face to hide our intent or our truth.

The mask will remain, for some even in their cask,

A facade that we maintain till old age from our youth.


The rule of the waltz must never be broken,

And our truth must never be spoken.

For if there is but one thing we dancers fear most,

It is honesty, and the world that it wrote.


We are told from birth to respect the truth,

Yet we are also told to hide it with no traces.

For it is a wound that must never be exposed,

Left instead to fester under false faces.


We wear our masks to the ball, and follow its rules

Lest we be removed or worse, shunned.

Though they say they want to know who you are,

Their reactions are shocked, or stunned.


The shock is from the ugliness

Of what we really are.

For once you remove your mask,

All they will see are your scars.


The scars left behind by what we once were

And what we have become.

These scars are left by the wounds of truth

And truth’s price for freedom.


The fear of what the world will see,

Of us and all our faults,

Is why we never remove the mask

And continue to dance the waltz.

A Psalm of Regal

Tell me not that work is boring,

When entertainment is all around.

There is no time for snoring,

With the booms of sound.


Screams from the sight of popcorn,

Is all but the half of it.

For when the dump it on the floor,

You’re left to clean most of it.


From the power of the red light,

Can you have the authority.

To break up the fist fight,

Caused by the minorities


It comes down to free movies,

With friends all around.

This job is nothing but a breeze,

Memories that can’t go unbound

LGBTQ Rights


Judge me not on who i love

Tell me not that my sexuality is wrong

Sometimes same gender marriage is truelove

For our rights we have protested and fought strong


There are many different names gay, lesbian or bi

Some have relationships without being physical

Asexual is what their sexuality goes by

People who are different and go by different pronouns are not criminal


They can fight most of their lives to be who they want

Changing of name, appearance and birth certificate

When getting their name or gender wrong their correction may be blunt

But when you respect them it sure does feel magnificat


A misunderstanding is that they are one in the same

Gender and sexuality are in fact different

Some people think we are insane in the brain

Even after explaining people will see no different and ask ignorant


Ryan Cassata, Audre Lorde, Dan Savage and more

Thanks to them we all have more of a voice

They are the leaders that help open the door

To slowly help people realize who we are isn’t a choice


Psalm of a Disobedient Child

Another weekend, another fight

The constant bickering makes me ill

A dying union, a flower with blight

I want to scream; a suffering shrill


Hallow be my name, you demand

Can’t I just be free?

It’s time I finally make the stand

It doesn’t matter how I beg and plea


Only a few more months, I’ll be gone

Never could I match your grace

My heart has been quartered and drawn

I’m sorry to desert you in this hateful place


You say I disgust you, I don’t hold blame

Tride and true, a Rock n’ Roll rebel

I refuse to hold my head in shame

It’s clear that you’ll never be able to level


It breaks my soul that I have to go

I’m certain that you’ll grieve

I hope that Mom and Dad will know

That it wasn’t my choice to leave


I’m doing this for a grade

Mia Clancy


I am doing this for a grade,

so do not expect much from this.  

My one sole purpose is to pass,

because writing is not really my thing.

But do not let this fool you,

I do really appreciate the writing art,

but when it comes down to myself,

I just like going through the motions,

So I can pass this unimportant time

Since I’m doing this for a grade.

My Kobe Retirement Letter

Dear Penn Manor,

13 years I have been with you,

You took me in as a little boy,

And made me who I am today,

Year after year you taught me,

It was not always fun but you continued,

From soccer to bowling you made me an athlete,

One driven with competitiveness from within,

Early mornings day after day,

Making me complain every morning,

Now we are nearing graduation,

Making me nervous with so many questions,

I would not be here without you today,

As we say goodbye I wish you good day,


Nick Fisher

Rememberance of a Book

If there is one book that I will remember forever it would be my physics book. I will remember all the pain and torture I have been through with it.  The days spent studying for each test.  I will remember the night before when I can’t sleep knowing I have a test the next day.  I will also remember the feeling of confidence the few times I actual did well on the test.


NIck FIsher


Who is the girl tied between two wanted lives?


She is not basic, She is not stuck up,

And she does not have everything

She could possibly want.


She sits in a classroom filled

by fluorescent lights

And crowded by desks

But it did not feel real it felt

Like a dream long forgotten.


Her labels were not verbal,

Her labels were silent.

Her labels could be felt from a distance,

The burning sensation of stares

Drilled into her back.


Who is the girl that tries to impress the wrong person?

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A Psalm of Destiny

What The Heart Of The Man Said To Himself


Tell me not, in mournful praying,

Life is but an empty hand!

For the soul is dead that is dying

And things are not what they transcend.


Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the empty mind is not its goal;

Dust thou hand, to dust thou turnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.


Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end;

But to act, that each Colorado

Find us farther than any dividend.


In the world’s broad field of tyrants,

In the worst of Life,

Be not like dumb, corrupt tyrants!

Be a hero in your life.


Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any trees;

Still living, still praying,

Believe in destinies.


You are the master of your own destiny. Use your strengths well. They are the keys to your destiny and your success in life. Once you know yourself and take action to realize your dreams, you can unlock the doors to your own potential.

– Neil Somerville

Peter Nguyen

Legacy of King

Washington D.C.

The city of which protects our country

Could not understand

The pleas of the need.

Marching down the streets

Hosed down, and beaten upon

What has the country became

Said the ones who bleed.

We live and die

For the freedoms that have been blessed upon

All of it, gone

When someone wanted to try.

I have a dream

One individual said

That one day this nation

Will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed.

One day

One bright and beautiful day

On that balcony

Was when everything became


Peter Nguyen

Reality of the World

There is a world out there, a crazy scary world. I’ve realized in my 16 years of life that life and the world itself isn’t all peaches and cream, the world is a dark place with evil people. Life is a dark abyss and the effects on the world around us just makes it worse. We have people fighting their own countries and countries fighting each other. We cannot win.

Sophie Baumgardner

Psalm of Camping

The thing to do is going to camp

The best time of year is in the spring.

Even though it can get damp

You can even hear the birds sing.


Camping can be a great time

Nature is all around you

It can bring a chime

Camping can bring happiness too


Camping is where fires are made,

Fire for learning and stories.

Camping is for anyone of any decade

From teen to people past their forties.


Camping brings those who are hearty.

It’s a craft for those who like the outdoors

Camping is for anyone even those who party

It is not to be done indoors.

Dustin Shirk

Psalm of Sammy

Tell me not, he’s my best friend,

He’s been there all my life,

I will love him until the end.

I”ll never cut him with a knife.

He’s lumpy and old,

And sleeps all day long.

He’s always told,

That he’s not strong.

He hides behind a chair,

And when he’s bothered,

Which is often very rare,

He gets very awkward.

He’s been alive thirteen years,

And when he goes up to heaven,

They’ll be many tears,

And they’ll even be a procession.

Taylor Lefever

We March Because We Matter

African American Trayvon Martin only lived to see 17 years

It was a normal February evening when Martin went to the store with cheer

In his hand he carried an arizona drink and skittles to the cashier

Little did he know when he walked home that evening that’s not how it would appear

9-1-1 I’m calling in fear, there’s a man in front of me with his hood up and a weapon in his hand

As Zimmerman spoke with great fear, the operator on the other end said sir please don’t go near

Though the operator said this loud and clear, Zimmerman pretended he could not hear

Because the 28 year old man had something very different planned

Not long after that Trayvon Martin was dead

He was gone before anyone knew it with just one shot from Zimmerman

Of course his father had no idea what was ahead

But when he called the police he found what was so disheartening

Not far after that the community got together

Just to start a great movement known as black lives matter

It is not a movement of a violent actions

Just one through peace from marching through counties

Because of you, Trayvon Martin, we are trying to change the world so everyone can see that

Not only whites nor blacks but instead everyone deserves peace


Nasheyla Greggs

Retirement Letter

Dear other people’s opinions,

                        I do not wish to continue my relationship with you.

                        Your are abusive.

                        For so long I have tried to fit into a mold to please you,

                        But not anymore.


                         I do not care about you anymore.

                         You sucked away my happiness when I thought about you.

                         You caused my stress and anxiety.

                          But not anymore.

                          I’ve learned that I’m different.

                          I don’t fit into your stereotypes.

                          But that’s okay.

                          Because I’m going to do what I want.

                          When you’re not in my life,

                          I feel happy.

                          Stress and anxiety slip away.

                          I am truly happy now.

                          So good-bye and good riddance.

                          You’re not in my life anymore.

                          And you’re not going to make your way back in.

                          I guarantee it.

                                                                    Liz Lyter


The metaphysical moon crouches in the murky obsidian of space.  A celestial orb surrounded by lurking darkness.  The pale and somber sphere lives in an eternal monotonous and mournful macrocosm.  Her realm has her roped like a hostage to an inexorable earth.  She’s pulled like a dog in a never ceasing, never changing rotation. Bruised and battered by craters, she hides behind the Earth’s shadow most nights. Precarious, fluctuating through phases.  With a cryptic dark side not shown, but romanticized by tiny beings with flesh and bones.

Lacrosse game

Sprinting on the field to get to your position.

set up the draw to start,

the ref blows the whistle.

You hear your coach yelling, “win the ball!”

You get the ball and sprint down the field,

pass it to your teammates.

Then score.

You hear the crowd to wild,

and the joy of happiness.

We won.

Alexis Hemmerly

A Psalm of Autism

  Tell me not in mournful numbers,

This is probably not what you expect.

  This is not a life for one who slumbers,

Your house will probably be wrecked.

  This is a puzzle! You have to wait until all the pieces fit,

Try not to focus on all the tantrums.

  You won’t have anytime to sit,

Some children may even see phantoms.

  These children are a gift,

They will teach you how to love.

  Your life will surely shift,

But these children are a blessing from above.

  You probably won’t believe me,

But they sure will make you see.

  I believe all parents will agree,

This is a happy life for them and for me.

Cheyenne Ressler

Myself ; Yourself (2 in 1 poem)

                              I’ll walk by myself,

                                                       Talk to yourself,

                       Eat by myself,

                                                     Dream by yourself.

                                         In this rusted cage, 

                                                         Love yourself.

                                        Since such a young age,

                                                       You are insane,

                                     I rely on myself,

                                                    Of course i’m insane!

                                    Always by myself,

                                                       You are yourself,

                                    Trying to be myself,

                                            Peace and love within yourself,

                                     Loneliness within myself.

Brooke Gutshall