Lunar - Muhammad Atiq

A moon with many faces

A moon going through its phases

Light is comprehensible

Dark is never visible

Illuminating with all of its light

Battling its gloom in an eternal fight

Continuing to shine

Watching over all at night

A moon being the sun

Never burning as bright

A cure to all your frights

Awaiting the inevitable eclipse

Exposing its darkness for just a glimpse

Bathed in shadow just to be your only moon

Illuminating to dissipate your gloom

Small but bright, powered by your tune


Life - Brianna Vu, freshman

As days pass by and thoughts become darker, we all begin to question ourselves what are we doing. Every now and then we forget to look up to see where we are going, but instead we keep our head down and continue to climb. Through tough times, we all question one thing: “what is the point of life?” Now, nobody could answer that question, but yourself. The point of life is to live the life you want to live. The point of life is to enjoy being yourself. The point of life is to experience the ups and downs that will come upon you. Whenever you feel a damper upon your life, you should think about the successes that you have accomplished; feel prideful about your efforts and just take a breath and choose to smile. In my opinion, I believe that the point of life is to be happy with everything that goes on in your life and cherish every risk, mistake, and success you encounter.


like legos -

you played with her

like a child would carelessly play with a toy

you broke her into a million pieces

like legos

and when you were lonely

you built her into a house to hold you

and when you got tired of her

your words carried her into a

hurricane of emotions

leaving her in a pile of broken blocks

yes, bitter

but we both know she couldn’t hate you even if she tried


summer daze -

when

the sun lives longer days and

your hair smells of salt and the ocean

you have sand in your toes

you smile with that adorable smile that rarely touches your lips

you taste of watermelon and burnt marshmallows

and when

you sing your favorite song in that lovable voice of yours

you watch the clouds turn pink and the sun goes to sleep

you look up to see twinkling constellations sprinkled in the clear night sky

i hope it brings you back

to a simpler time


Poems - Adele Novak-Sandner,

Poems, Poems, words of wisdom, Sky

and ground alike. Flying words to

children o’er Vales and hills and sea.



Poems that shall touch your tongue.

And melt like snow. A gentle melody. And when

it's luster shall return, Found again, many

years from now. I know not beauty that will

reign, O’er vales and hills and sea.

Untitled - Dina Lee, sophomore

I wish you and I were still companions,

That could exchange more than silence.

Now you’re far away, While I chose to

stay, This is all due to your defiance.

I wish to inform you, “You’re selfish.”

And how you don’t deserve my pain.

My endless streams, The lucid dreams.

To you, I’m worth a grain. 

What if you were still alongside me, And

you were still a factor in my life? Yet,

our words: unspoken, A heart left

broken, You knew what you were doing

that night.

What angers inside is your choice to

comply With the thoughts stuck inside

your mind. I hope you paused, “The

pain I’ll cause.” But you willingly chose

to be blind. 

Dishonest, disloyal, disappointed in life

Still furious of what you had done. Such a

bitter heart, With words like darts. In this

game of life, death has won. 

You should’ve known to stop yourself.

But you chose to close your eyes tight.

You nudged - forward, The ground -

toward, And fell down into the night. 

It’s selfish to ask you to have stayed,

But it’s difficult to say which is

preferred: You here for a day, Or

forever away. I simply miss the way

things were. 

Bickered days, endless debates,

The desperate and helpless tears.

Give me a while To learn to resmile,

And come back with lesser fears. 

The fear of losing someone again,

One who had always been by my side. Now,

I’m over here While you’ve disappeared.

Believe me, God knows I tried. 

The pain from the guilt of what I

could’ve done. I can’t get you back

at any cost. You lived, you died,

You couldn’t survive. “Live for the

ones you’ve lost.” 

If only people could’ve met you,

Not the one afraid of society.

Confused, bruised, Abused and

used. Confident and empty of

anxiety. 

You leave much more than a “shallow
scar” And it’s truly a wretched end. But,

we live, we learn, We continue to yearn.

So, rest in peace, dear friend. 

Our Purpose - Natalie Nguyen, senior

In this vast world, there are endless possibilities to what one’s purpose may be.

A man enjoys to fish and becomes a fisherman.

A woman creates delightful treats and builds a baking empire.

The purpose of your existence is built upon the self reflection one must do.

To free oneself of the facades of society, one must let go of judgement.

Being critical to yourself chains you down to societal norms.

To serve others come in many forms other than pursuing medicine.

To live altruistic is to create meaning in your life that goes beyond the surface.

To understand oneself is to rid one of the what-ifs and begin to live in the present.

The purpose of your existence is not built upon the dreams of your parents.

Dreams that form bleak futures depicting only monetary gain is not one made for you.

The future is the time to seize opportunities and find one’s passion.

The purpose of your existence is to be true to who you are and discover what makes you, you.


Worth-Less - Natalie Nguyen, senior

In this world there are many diamonds waiting to be found.

Some shine bright

Some worth millions

But none that guarantee happiness.

It is only when the diamond is rough, uncut, and raw that it is truly beautiful.

To me, it is priceless: one of a kind.

The world does not need to know about it,

For it is in the little things that it shines

The brightest.


Changes - Jazmin Spillan

Change is constant. 

It can tear apart the person you once were,

Break the perfect relationship you once had. 

When you stare at yourself in the mirror,

Sometimes what’s looking back isn’t so bad. 

Change turns you from a child to an adult,

Turns your crush into love,

We try so hard to keep life the same,

But maybe we shouldn’t try so hard to shove,

Transformations, transitions, and growing pains,

Far away, into the dark, soaking in the rain. 

When there’s nothing stable in life,

Change always stays the same.

The Art of Breaking - Jazmin Spillan

I almost broke myself trying to fix you. 

I think maybe I did, 

Just a little.

I mixed up reality, and what I’d hoped to be true. 

But like how muscles grow,

We tear them apart at first,

And it heals stronger.

My heart, it’s a muscle, in case you didn’t know.

So don’t think you’ve got the last laugh,

You may have shaped my life,

But you’ll never define it.

It must hurt, knowing that it’s me you’ll never have.

Never Again - Samantha Garcia,

I started in a toxic relationship framed by my insecurities

He took away parts of me, leaving only obscurities

He was life’s greatest teacher, but I had never been so hurt

I was stuck in sadness after, walls raised and alert

But the worst of your wrong doings were to my family

Putting them in a war that I’ve always had in me

With no strength left for anyone to fight it

If a problem is a bomb then this nuclear family is going to ignite it

Now who’s left and what’s here

The debris left isn’t just going to disappear

Only one thing is for sure in the clouds of dust

Last year will be the last year that ever happens to any of us

I am from - Dariela Pineda

I am from lipgloss and eyeshadow

I am from music

I am from sprinting and kicking balls into goals

I am from performing dance routines in my living room for my couches

I am from singing my lungs out in the shower no matter what time of the day or mood

I am from waking up at 5 am for meditation and a walk of 30 minutes to Troy High School at 6.25 am

I am from planning, making routines, and adding so many things into my schedule

I am the laugh to many’s joy

I am from Mexican food and Mexican music who touches my heart


I am pain, stress, tears and scars as well as positivity, advice, care, and endless laughs

I am from companionless nights and stares into the moonlight and stars

I am from falling.. falling really hard and making my way back up, higher than I was before


I am from a Mexican immigrant

I am from the single mother who raised three smart, kind-hearted, and unique children

I am from Flor Pineda, my mother and father

I am from two brothers and video game rages

I am from thanksgiving at aunty Mabel’s house full of tamales and loud karaoke


I am from an accumulation of learned lessons and mistakes

I am forgiving, outgoing, hard-working, courageous, intelligent, a listener and talker and a huge planner for my present and my future

I am built from my past, I am the light at the end of my own tunnel


Droplets - Louis Yeh, junior

You wake up.

Envision a room, walls are all white No doors, one window, and blackness outside

You sit on the floor, letting time pass Wait for a good memory to be had

Words slip through the window and into the room They scatter around like they’re morning dew

You look at the drops They’re memories, they’re thoughts You touch one, it bursts And what comes out is words

This one is good, from when you were nine And dad put a hose at the top of a slide The summer sun smolders Beats down on your shoulders Mind void of the fear of getting older

You touch the next droplet, a memory comes out Describing a bleak sky of solid gray clouds Something lands by your side You look up at the sky You’re witness to hail for the very first time

Two good memories, you’re doing well Third time’s a charm, so what the hell You touch one more drop, and you’re pushed away As a scene of an argument forms in your wake

Two silhouettes, a boy and a girl Yelling is garbled, can’t make out a word You take a step closer And that girl: you know her It’s your ex, your relationship’s over

And one bad memory triggers another Look round the room, you see it’s covered In screwups, bad thoughts and blunders And all the good droplets are gone and smothered

And all the memories overwhelm you They scream and they shout and they all try to tell you

You could have done better, and you’re a lost cause And you pass out, black out from these thoughts

You wake up.

Envision a room, walls are all white No doors, one window, and blackness outside

You sit on the floor and you’re filled with dread Waiting for droplets to come in again.


1,2,3 - Gisella Hulsizer

My first mistake.

My mind stopped me from looking

But I wanted to see

I kept running to others to distract me

But I couldn’t escape you

I grew to know you more and more

Vines of confusion grew around me

I was stuck

My second mistake.

Everyone else was easy to figure out

But not you

I read people like books

But you were a language I didn’t speak

I tried and tried to read but just couldn’t understand

I was enraptured by the challenge

As I tried to figure you out more and more

I was trapped


My last mistake.

I tried to hate you with everything in me

But I couldn’t

Everyday I tore myself down

But talking to you built me back up

I didn’t think you saw through my act

But you did

I gave everything until I couldn’t

You made the pain bearable

I was beaten and tired

But I was done.


love is love is love - Lauren Grace Patag

pink skin, chilled knuckles

milky, swirling constellations

hide on top of mountains

and breathe stardust

into your lungs

fingers interlocked

a quiet kiss

a quieter sunset bleeding

orangish-redish-gold

into the horizon


... and love is love is love


empty roads disappear

into the twilight

a pulsating bassline

erupts from the radio

choked laughter, aching ribs

cracked windows, biting wind

singing too sore

joy unspoken

only present and resonant

in the slowing hour


... and love is love is love


as you start loving her

she'll become more pretty

then you last remember

and her laugh will

dance around your heart

as you start loving him

he'll become more handsome

then you last remember

and his eyes will draw you in

warmer and softer


... and love is love is love


Before the Storm - Eunyou Park, junior

The summer days of watching the ants crawl up the hill have passed

The summer days of running around in church have passed

The summer days of endless road trips have passed

The summer days of the beach and ripe (or unripe) watermelon have passed

The summer days have passed and ended


My childhood is no more.


The winter days of playing in the snow in a schoolyard have passed

The winter days of reading for hours and letting my imagination loose have passed

The winter days of endless Christmas decorations have passed

The winter days of renting DVD Christmas movies from Netflix have passed

The winter days have passed and ended


My childhood is no more.


Adulthood

The adult of life has come to take me away

Turn away from childhood and leave them in the good old days

Oh how I’ll miss those days

Endless with memories soon to be forgotten in the years to come

The pure joy of a child, left in the summer days

The innocent laughter of a child, left in the winter days


My childhood is no more.


Facade of Winter - Milo Bruschke

We aren’t smart. I don’t know anyone

who really knows And isn’t just--

pretending.


My heart is beating in my eyes They seek

the truth Find nothing but lies And you

may think that sounds bad But the best

lies— Within them there is some truth to

be had.


It’s raining where I am.

Another backdrop that lets me pretend I’m

anywhere else


This weekend I dreamt we died I felt

bad to see you hurt like that But I get

the feeling All those guys Who say

they don’t care about anything Are

mostly pretending too. Which is why

when I played this song It reminded me

of you.


And reminded me I’ll never be

Anything other than what

I am.