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.
Sacrifice
She was just fifteen.
She spoke for education.
Malala was strong.
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
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.
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.
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
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
fingers
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
breathe
its seeping
into my pores
and my hair is
tangled with broken
promises
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
burning.
I once thought I knew about love,
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.
—Anonymous
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
Water
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.
Water.
Masquerade
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.
Mrs. Mayo- Just talk to me about tigers. 😀
Tessa- I’ll just be rude to Jon ._.
Me- I want this school year over XD
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
Civil disobedience is courageous and respectable.
Poe used experience for brilliant literature.
Lennie never intended to harm anyone.
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
Need him every day
I’d be nothing without him
The Lord my savior
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
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.
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,
Goodbye,
Nick Fisher
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.
Sincerely,
NIck FIsher
Rev
