Transcendentalism by Sophia Hess

Time for a Change  

She was a hero.

Rosa Parks was determined,

to make a great change.


Moving Forward

His great soul helped all.

As Gandhi changed India,

many lives were touched.


An Important Party

Boston Tea Party.

A step forward to freedom.

What a great protest.


For the Future

Hero in my eyes.

A brave man was MLK.

Made the world better.



She was just fifteen.

She spoke for education.

Malala was strong.

Fight For Your life By Andrew Fuhrman


Stand up for what you believe in,

Even if no one else is on your side.

Be rebellious,

But also be civil.

Let the past die,

Move on with your life,

It gets better with time.

No matter the tragedy,

No matter how bad times seem,

It will get better.

Once you’re able to move on,

You will be able to stand up and fight

Fight for what you believe is right

Fight and fight and fight

Fight for your life

An Empty Seat on the Bus Inspired by Rosa Parks By: Valentina Zamora

All I wanted,

was a seat on the bus.

All I wanted,

was my right.

But like a fallen tree in the woods,

They dragged me out of there without hesitation.


The only right I had,

was the right to remain silent.

But what does it mean to have rights…

If you can’t live them.


Oh how they prefer a sick heart over the others.

Letting people die rather than being a donor.


They give us laws,

In order to break them,

but we break them like a quiet bird on a branch.


Because we make life to enjoy,

instead of enjoying to take life.

Like they did in Mississippi.


We won’t stop until everything done right.

Even if they fight, we’ll fight through the night until…

There is an empty seat on the bus.

Natural Obstacle by Bishal Subedi


What does it mean to have rules,

The one where it turns on each other through hate,

The one where freedom has become the necessity,

The place where goodness hides,

The place where source of self reflection is needed,

The Natural source of confidence lost,

The movement for natural rights began,

Exemplified a source of restrictions on human actions by Gandhi,

Belief that one shall not physically fight for what’s theirs,

The Segregation of colors just because they weren’t the needed color,

The realization that one shall break the rules to create better rules,

The power of unification through tolerance and in arms,

Reflection of past following the future,

Age of darkness controlled by fear,

Nature shall take a hold of your inner struggles.

Full Potential By Cameron Ott

You are not complete until you reach it

Full potential is what you need

Believe in yourself

And stay true to yourself

Speak your mind


Keep your opinions firm

Started from a discussion club  

We are all individuals

With our own opinions and ideas

Stick to yourself when no one else is there


Imagination is a part you will need

Creativity and counter-cultural spirit is needed to succeed

Everything is connected through it all

We get jealous of people that have nicer things

Yet when we get like them you are straying farther from success

Sometimes You Have to Be Alone

What do you have?

Do you know who you are?

It’s so easy to fall in love.

And it’s never planned.

You don’t have to fall in love with one person.

Or anyone at all.

Fall in love with the flower growing in your front yard,

Fall in love with the way his eyes squint when he smiles,

Fall in love with the dew drops falling off the strings of a spider web,

Fall in love with the little rainbow that the glare of your window made,

Fall in love with the sky or the little old lady you saw in the cafe,

You don’t have to fall in love with a person,

Fall in love with life.

Every goosebump,

Every scrape,

Every strand of hair,

Every wrinkle on every finger,

Makes up for all of the pieces of yourself that you’re still mending.

Every layer

every nail bed

and every vein

Hides the secrets you’re trying to keep.

But keeping them from yourself will not do any good.

Mend your own cuts.

Trust yourself.


it’s seeping

into my pores

and i hate the way

people stick to my


i almost compared

the hair i pulled out

in the shower,

to what my mother

found on her pillow,

but she lost more of

herself than i have

i’m picking at my nails,

it’s the only way

i’ll forget about all the

people that forgot

to stay,

or i’ll dream about

telling him that

fire extinguishers

won’t burn down the

world and that he wakes

up the next morning,

but instead only

the people he left do

and i keep on trying

to drown my memories

of ghosts that still


its seeping

into my pores

and my hair is

tangled with broken


my teeth are

falling out

in time with

the songs i use

to fill the space

silence leaves

smoke fills my lungs

and i still haven’t learned

how not to cough up

pieces of the past

that get stuck in

the drain i tried

to clean with vodka,

that night he tried

to put out flames,

and be the hero,

when he was the only one


I Thought

I once thought I knew about love,

A mystic, mysterious trance
I always thought when one was in love,
there was nothing but romance
I thought love could never hurt you
and would always make you strong
But after I fell in love with you
all I thought was wrong
I thought you would always be there
anytime I was in need
But you only needed me
when you needed a deed
I waited for your calls, your text, your snaps, your affection
But night after night after night after night
all I felt was rejection
I did all I could think of
to make you see how I felt
I did everything you asked of me
I played the cards I was dealt
I thought things would change
but then you told me how you really felt
and that left the biggest welt
I thought all these things about love
were true and lovely and pure
But you took all I thought about love
prevented me from moving forward
Now I think that love is dead
and I am not worth the time
for anyone else to be with me
I took your actions as a sign
I wanted you to be the one
I would spend the rest of my life with
I think that all I thought once
is a memory I will truly miss.
-Amber Jordan


Modern Heartbreak

Modern heartbreak is “read at 9:13 p.m.” when its 9:40. It’s unliked photos, it’s  blocking and unblocking and blocking and unblocking. Modern heartbreak is sick with being watched, it’s breakup, playing out on twitter feeds, it’s unfollowed unfollowed unfollowed. It’s a broken jaw, its screenshotted photos that shouldn’t have been saved, it’s screenshotted texts meant for only one person, it’s seeing your ex lover with their new one, watching their lives playout like yours didn’t, it’s phones thrown into bedroom walls when their profile changes from single to in a relationship. It’s snapchat stories to make that one person jealous because it feels like without them you’re nothing, it’s that one story expiring before they see it because they don’t give a damn about you now and you know it, it’s deleting their contact info but wanting it tattooed on the back of your hand in case you ever want to call, it’s messy because everyone sees it and it never goes away.


This Is For Me

This is for me
This is for the breaths I have yet to take
for the memories I have yet to unfold
for the dreams I have yet to discover
This is for the struggles I faced In the past
to which I will part ways with comradeship
for they gave bruises to my knees and make me realize
that falling down does not mean it’s the end
This is for my passions and strengths
the constellations in my eyes
the flowers beneath my skin
and the moon in my heart
This is for me
This is for who I was
This is for who I can be
This is for who I’ve become
This is for who I want to be
not who you want me to be

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