It's that time of the year again (the best time of the year ever)! If you would like your artwork, poetry, or short story to be considered for this year's publication of Visions make sure to submit your work no later than MAY 9TH! Submission folders can be found in the library or in any of the Art and English classrooms, you can also submit your work online through the student sharedrive!
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The Night
By David Long (1985) Imaginations set free running wild with no restrictions. Peace and darkness cut off the senses. The mind functions without input from an exterior world. Then morning comes the eyes focus the ears tune in and the outside world controls you again. Timmy and Ted
by Andrea Byron (1996) Timmy takes his teddy Ted Every night to his bed When he woke with his eyes so wide teddy Ted was not by his side Fear and fright filled Timmy's face poor teddy Ted was not in his place He searched the sheets, he searched the bed but nowhere to be found was his teddy Ted Today Timmy took no one to school He cried so much he could have filled a pool He loved little Ted like his own son there isn't a bear just like that one He hauled off to home with a tear in his eye but then saw his mom with a big surprise I squeezed and I squished without an end Because teddy Ted and I Capture
by Pam Reid (2003) Breathing heavy, feeling sick, getting dizzy, singing quick. Grasping hard, wishing for, spinning back, wanting more. Sing for the moment, dance on queue, act for the instant, think or do. How Far Must We Go?
by Jeff Perkins (1987) The taunting had stopped, for now and forever. Hard eyes from their staring, reflected through others. No call from a group, afraid to be punished. The crowd keeps in place, with no one surviving. There is no solution, when they are involved. They had no real choice, it had to evolve. With the push of a button, The taunting had stopped. But now we must live, the war we have fought. Pray Thee Kind Miss
by Devin Luce (2005) Pray thee kind Miss, When thy amber locks turn to gray, When they joins refuse to bend, I pray thee remember these days, The days we spent together, The nights we stayed and talked. The times our friendship weathered, The moments our hearts did balk. Pray thee kind Miss remember me. For I will not forget you. Life
by Peter Laufenberg (2001) Life should be calm and mello. Like a lake before a storm fun like an old movie that you've seen a million times. Life shouldn't be rushed like the freeway at 5:00 o'clock. Life should be beautiful As a golden sunrise over a mountain colorful like an aurora filling the dark and gloomy sky. Life should be perky like after sleeping an extra hour Life should end in peace like the fading stars at dawn. This is Just to Say
by Nicholas R. Currier (1998) I have eaten those waffles that we in that wafflemaker which were probably being saved as a snack for others. "Leggo my Eggo" I hear you cry. Punish me for they were warm and sweet with butter and ridged and oh so fattening. Silent Wolf
by Curtis DeCotis (1994) Swiftly a wolf moves To take a position. Patiently a wolf waits, For what is time to a wolf? A wolf moves in a pack, With its mate and relatives. It enjoys a free life With only the consequences of nature. The wolf revers the hunt And the wisdom of others. Ah, my spirit, you are much like this. You try to reward yourself By setting yourself up for gratification. Patiently you wait for what you know will happen For what do the minutes matter? You join with the spirits of my family and friends which dwell in their individual hearts. Your enjoy an independent existence, trying to keep yourself from society's jail. You search for others who would share Their wisdom with you. The Weird Sisters
By Jonathan Partridge (1983) Behold how nature's seasons wax and wane, Pulled by earth, sun and moon; heaven and hell Madness, the silvery reflection of sane, Do hideouts, twisted, strange deeds compel. Faeries of evil that dance on the wind, And play havoc with moral hopes and fears; Dangling temptation before those who've sinned. Taunting, enticing with illusions and jeers. Bloating, ugly, nebulous old witches Leering at susceptible humanity, Gleefully keeping their sisters in stitches While reflecting the world's insanity. Heed not the weird sisters; tis fallacy. Harbingers of self-fulfilling prophecy. |
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