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Dear Reader,
Windows
Windows of Opportunity
2019-2020
Letter from the Editors
When first asked to develop a theme for this year’s magazine, the three of us were a little bit
stuck. This year brought many changes for us, from things as simple as a new bell schedule to
the more daunting tasks such as college applications and becoming accustomed to our roles as
seniors. We knew that we wanted to use the Windows magazine as a chance to memorialize
both the new and old parts of Mercy that we love, but we soon realized that it would be
impossible to encompass every Mercy experience in one single theme. Instead, we found our
theme through how we’ve chosen to view our time at Mercy and our position within Windows:
as opportunities.
This theme does speak to the universal human experience, but, more specifically, it speaks to
every Mercy girl’s journey throughout their four years here. In the end, your time at the
Academy is what you make of it. No matter what grade you are in, you have to consciously
immerse yourself into this school in order to fully love and understand it; that is the core of the
Mercy spirit. Every year is an opportunity to make new friends, join new clubs, and create new
memories. Every month is an opportunity not just to learn, but to find your voice and figure
out how you want to use it. Every day is an opportunity to be surrounded by the best girls you
will ever meet. Every second is an opportunity to become a better student, friend, and person.
For the Windows club, this magazine is our opportunity to share the fruits of our year-long
labor with the student body. The amount of passion and emotion put into this publication is
unimaginable. It is our hope that you, as our reader, also take this magazine as an opportunity
to explore and appreciate the hard work that your peers have poured into their craft, whether it
be art, poetry, or prose.
To all of the talented writers and artists who contributed to this year’s magazine: thank you for
trusting us with your work, for without your immense gifts, there would be no magazine. To
our assistant editors, Brooke Bosse and MaryClare Okonkwo: thank you for your dedication
throughout this entire process and for faithfully helping us develop the magazine we
envisioned. To Ms. Lenz: thank you for being our rock in the midst of an unprecedented and
unforgettable year. Your endless joy, patience, and guidance has made our time as both senior
editors and as club members equally wonderful. We are so incredibly blessed to have worked
with so many impassioned, enthusiastic girls this year and to have had the opportunity to
create a magazine that we are so deeply proud of.
Endlessly Yours,
Hannah Collett Kate Lilley Amelia Weber
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Windows
Windows of Opportunity
2019-2020
Editors
Hannah Collett
Kate Lilley
Amelia Weber
Club Moderator
Ms. Lenz
Contributing Writers
Dianne-Marie Abayabay
Ariella Aceves
Brooke Bosse
Hannah Collett
Isabella DiMaria
Maggie Guidone
Sophia Herrera
Nicole Kilada
Katherine Likourezos
Kate Lilley
Erin McGrath
MaryClare Okonkwo
Joelle De Poto
Ashley Ramirez
Shea Salamack
Zoë Scrivener
Kate Serpe
Reilly Souther
Stella Taglich
Nicola Teutonico
Gianna Torgersen
Jill Trembley
Amelia Weber
Art Director
Kate Lilley
Assistant Editors
Brooke Bosse
MaryClare Okonkwo
Cover Artists
Brianna Patane
Stella Taglich
Contributing Artists
Desirae Abayabay
Caitlin Fracasso
Kate Lilley
Grace Mohlin
Joelle De Poto
Shea Salamack
Zoë Scrivener
Amelia Weber
Morgan Wolf
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Opportunities for
Growth
“Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.”
– Joy Harjo
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Chapters
Brooke Bosse
Our lives are made out of tons of chapters.
Chapters of laughter and chapters of disasters.
Chapters under the sun at the seaside.
Chapters on planes traveling worldwide.
Chapters goofing around with friends.
Chapters with them, trying to make amends.
Chapters complaining about school.
Chapters realizing it’s pretty cool.
Chapters spent looking at a screen.
Chapters reading the newest magazine.
Dandelions in the Air
Nicola Teutonico
The green grass filled the air with a precious scent
Where else would I set up my tent?
The flower-filled fields and the sweet summer sun
Allowed me to spend my time only having fun.
I frolicked in the florals
And sung all the chorales.
I danced past a dandelion
And just felt like flyin’.
So when my day came to a close,
I had but a rose,
To bring to my mother the next morning
And tell her about the flowers that were anything
but boring.
Chapters at night going to rest.
Chapters waking up and feeling the best.
Chapters not started yet; what comes next?
It all depends on this chapter’s effects.
An Outline For My Poem
Katherine Likourezos
This shall be the first stanza.
In here I will write about everything at Mercy that has filled me with joy and laughter.
I shall make it the first part of my poem because what’s found inside is what comes to mind first
when I hear the word “Mercy.”
This will be my second stanza.
In here I will write about everything at Mercy that I have overcome,
such as long nights and tough subjects.
I grew from everything that will be listed in this stanza, and therefore it shall make my poem grow too.
The third stanza shall be blank.
It will represent the future and how being unsure of what comes next is okay.
It shall stand as a reminder to accept the beauty of the unknown.
The third stanza may appear empty and bland;
however, it is filled with opportunity.
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Letter to the New Year
Anonymous
As we begin this new journey, hopefully new things and surprises come with each day
We watch as moments past, time is fleeting, we must learn and always choose the right way
A new decade: more memories, more friendships, yet also more hardships
But we will persevere, great opportunities are limited like a solar eclipse
Twenty Twenty is a new beginning, the past is the past
Forgive and forget, be open, no one knows tomorrow’s forecast
Let’s say this will be a great year, free of all fears
For God gave us one life to live, fill it with many cheers
He Walks Away
Anonymous
His brown hair, his blue eyes, everything about him has you dying inside
Months and months of learning about each other’s flaws
And yet he still seems to look past the broken fence and admire the flowers in awe
Looking at his face, one smiles, looking at a true work of art
You risk it all and yet he walks away with your broken heart
Each day, learning to love him more and more
Watching with admiration as he is not afraid to be crazy with you on the dance floor
However, more time passes, he slowly changes,
Becoming more distant; the one you said you loved soon becomes a stranger
The boy you said you could trust, sits and laughs as you fall apart
You risk it all and yet he walks away with your broken heart
Goodbye is one of the hardest words to utter
The idea of losing him used to make you shutter
But now, you look at him, the feelings never completely gone
You wish him the best with the new girl for it is time to move on
A great chapter of your life has come to end, you are ready for a new one to start
You risked it all, and yet he walked away with your broken heart
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outgrown
Amelia Weber
they say to grow where you are planted.
i’m the little terra cotta pot
that you left alone in that little spot
you abandoned me a mere time ago
it all happened so fast but began so slow
first you found a prettier garden
a new slant of sunlight you got to star in
and the cracks little by little began to form
above me rained the perfect storm
your roots became shallow, i felt you leaving
but i refused and continued to remain disbelieving
because you understood how it felt to be me
and have someone else tip away quietly
the worst part of all is that you act like it’s the same
and half the time i feel like i’m the one to blame
i know you would rather be with the pretty flowers
whenever i manage to find time that is ours
now i’m a little terra cotta pot with no plant
trying to move on, but i still just can’t
i’m much too afraid of finding poison ivy
and thinking of another weed too highly
they say grow where you are planted,
but they say nothing about once you have outgrown it.
life is the kind of
afternoon fog
that is heavy and
blinding and isolating,
and you
might not know where
you’re heading anymore
but know that
it is always forward.
-weathervane loneliness
Hannah Collett
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Full Circle
I. D.
She was always running
I remember her laughs and her smiles
The adventures we use to go on
The places we use to go
The way she used to hug me so tightly when she scraped her knee
Whenever we left the house we left together
We were inseparable
Then the fighting started
When they used to fight she would hide with me
In her room I saw the many single tear droplets that would fall down her cheeks
I tried to comfort her but it was never enough
Over the years I saw the girl I used to know change
She grew up
She took me to her college dorm
I was in her first apartment
And when I thought that we had reached the end of our journey
When all was supposed to be done
I met another
Just like She use to be
Just smaller and more helpless
I promised to love and care for her with all of my heart
They say life comes full circle
They are right
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Opportunities to
Speak
“I take a deep breath and sidestep my fear and begin speaking
from the place where beauty and bravery meet--within the
chambers of a quivering heart.”
–Terry Tempest Williams
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i think i’ve
taken to
using “you” in my
poems because it’s
easier than distinguishing
“he” from “she”
when i write about love;
easier than
worrying about
what it might mean
to people who
bother to read
into it.
When the Static Sings
K. Lilley
There’s a time in my day when the static starts to sing;
It could be 12:00, it could be 9:00, all that matters is its ring.
It's never around others, eardrums bursting from the noise;
Its when my house is silent my thoughts wander away from joy.
It's almost like my conscience is scared to leave me alone,
That if it steps out of my head it’ll return to an empty home.
But I promise i'm not leaving, i'm not going anywhere
Because there's nothing left right now, only my blank stare.
-pronouns,
Hannah Collett
Do you believe?
I.D.
Belief is a tricky subject
One that is hard to find an answer to
It can be a beautiful and wonderful thing
But it can be used against people
To defile and dehumanize them
Just because of Belief
What makes it so dangerous?
Why does it pit people against people?
It is something that is different within each person
But everyone has something they believe in
Whether or not they share it, it dwells within them
It can be used to unite people or to bring them to their knees
It’s what makes us human
Whether or not we welcome it
It is always there
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Wordsmith
Anonymous
Speak
And make them understand
Why people first started to pray
Aloud
Speak
And make them remember
How they believed
Oceans could be calmed
Forests burned
With spells
Speak
And Let your words drip
from sugared lips
Like molasses
Speak
And Let your voice rise up
To make the earth tremble
At its sound
Speak
Even if your
Lungs burn,
Throat aches,
Lips bleed,
And your voice is little more
than a whisper
Speak
Until they hear what you have to say
And question
How they’ve ignored it for so long
City of Trees
Shea Salamack
Oh how I’d love
To be in a city of trees,
Where we all stand tall
With the grand oaks and the evergreens,
Where we all have pretty leaves and long branches
And with the breeze comes our dreams.
Where Weeping Beech says “smellin’ fresh, ol’ Pine,”
And Pine responds “aw thanks, your gown of leaves is just divine.”
And Ficus chimes in, “you know, today I feel small.”
And the Redwood says “well I feel too tall.”
And Maple says “don’t worry guys, size isn’t all!
Ficus, your leaves have shine,
And Redwood, you’re the king of the skyline!”
“Aw thanks, Maple, I’m flattered,
I don’t know what to say!
I’m flushing and my responses are all scattered,
I’m thinking of a way.”
Maple replied, “How about your syrup is sweet.”
“Tis,” said Birch, “and my bark is unique!”
“Hey guys,” said young Sycamore.
“We’re all so great!
We help things to breathe oxygen galore.”
“You’re right, Sycamore!” said Palm.
“How ya’ feelin, Willow?”
“I’m weeping, like usual.”
“You have more friends than you know, bro.”
“Aw thanks, Mr. Palm, you’re a tropical oasis!”
And Palm replied
“Willow, ol’ pal, you know we’re on a first-name basis.”
Then Aspen said, “It’s autumn, trees,
And together
Most of us say goodbye to our leaves.
The coniferous ones will keep our grove green.
Now let’s all rest together,
Differences aside,
Into winter’s gleam.”
Well, that is what I would hear in a city of trees.
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“I am”
Erin McGrath
I am seventeen years old.
I am a Sagittarius.
I am a messy thinker.
I am a Long Islander.
I am curious.
I am a terrible texter, just ask all of my friends that I have accidentally ignored.
I am a New Yorker and proud.
I am a football fan (Go Giants!).
I am my brother’s favorite sister and my parents’ favorite daughter.
I am a little too honest.
I am a morning person, but only on the weekends.
I am a beach lover.
I am a licensed New York State boater.
I am an admirer of sunflowers and of stars.
I am a realist with the heart of a dreamer and a head of a cynic.
I am always ready for adventure.
I am Irish and Italian.
I am a McGrath, a Johnson, a Mannino, and a Puleo.
I am independent to a fault.
I am indecisive, always.
I am Erin Elizabeth McGrath.
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When the August Dies
Joelle de Poto
The sounding buzz from lazy hues
The mellow tone of hazy blues,
Melt eyes so gold, the molten sun,
Flies murmur in their midnight run;
And wind stays mute, a blessed sigh,
The summer blue as mountains high.
In fields of rye, the cherubs run,
A dampened birdsong hastens none.
And foals are born in bright July,
Fools make amends in new Versailles;
Will crickets dare to whisper you
Their cordial hymn, their subtle coo?
Yet half past noon the August dies,
No “Quelle surprise!” or dull goodbyes.
How dark will be the dead of night?
Just howling winds and birds in flight
And lazy reds and reborn deads,
And so till June, I dare to tread
the power of girl
Reilly Souther
the power of girl
should it be equated
to the beauty, the helpfulness, the cleanliness, the presence of mind
is Her one place in the home, in the apron, by the stove
are Her opinions drowned out by a fan’s buzzing roar
is there a limit to what She could try and be
or does a woman’s power run deeper than society may see?
is Her fate still decided by a man with a sword
is She still just an object or maybe something more
can She speak Her mind and feel unjudged
is girlhood a prison, with strong iron rungs?
or is female not inferior
are the dark ages the past
does a girl have the right to choose
does She have the right to be, the right to see, the right to
Make Her dreams a reality
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Opportunities to
Dream
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which
escape those who dream only by night.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
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He Clipped My Wings
Anonymous
He clipped my wings I cannot fly
So on the ground I stay
And up upon the dirt I lie
Below the day of grey
The soaring skies were once so blue
And free for me to roam
But now just a world to endlessly pursue
Down on the ground, alone.
Oh, the freedom! The power in solitude!
Her cautionary words still rung in my ear
As I rose, climbing altitude,
Escaping the danger so near.
He could not clip my wings I can still fly
Empowered by her words
I soar into the boundless sky
On my own terms, forever onwards.
And so upon the earth I wait
For Him to fly back in return
Hoping that today’s the date
While I infinitely yearn
But as I laid upon the ground
A shadow projected before me
And as I got up and looked around
My future I did before me see.
A girl, who took me into her palm
And brought me back with her
She fixed my cuts and scars with balm
And offered to me her shelter.
For many moons I lived and healed
Under her watchful gaze to thrive
Until the day my wings to be revealed
And I could again soar in the sky
The day arrived to say goodbye
And she encouraged me and threw
Threw me into the sky.
And, oh, the wonderful azure!
How badly I’ve missed you!
The currents guiding my weak body to reassure
As, for the first time since then, I flew.
I met Him again one day
Within the blue I again learned to call home.
He tried to clip my wings again that day
But I dodged and ran off alone.
The Window Outside
Kate Serpe
A boring day in class, no escape in sight.
My eyes are wandering, try though I might.
A window catches my glance,
Suddenly, I am in a trance.
A world outside this dreary class.
With flowers, trees, and plenty of grass.
Beautiful birds and squirrels hanging in the
trees
Oh, how I long to hear the breeze.
A world outside the window
Where I long to go
A voice snaps me out of the trance
Focus! You are in class!
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Do you Believe
R.J.S
Do you believe?
In the power of love and joy
Or is something darker drawing you near?
Does hope blossom from your soul like water burbling up in a stream
Or does it sink into Charybdis
Can you see the light in even the darkest days,
Can you make sun when weather is inclement?
Or do you wallow in despair
Is life only to be lived in happy times, do we quit when things are tough?
Do we believe in the power of perseverance, and keep going when things are rough
Do we believe, have faith?
Do we know in our life we will achieve great?
Do we have hope for a better world and the urge to work for it
Or do we surrender, letting life lead us on
Nary the answer, we go on and on
Life is what you make of it. Have faith.
11:11
Brooke Bosse
My eyes wait in anticipation
For something so simple, so ordinary:
To watch this ten turn into eleven.
But to me, it’s something so extraordinary.
I hold my breath and do not blink
In fear of missing it because it happens quick.
My thoughts move fast and I try to link
What I really want, but it’s hard to pick.
I glance at my clock once more,
And a number ten stares back at me.
In my head, my thoughts still soar
As I take a breath and count to three.
On three, I watch the big number switch
As I look up to Heaven and make my 11:11 wish.
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Windows of Opportunity: Opportunities to Dream Page 17
cotton candy clouds
Amelia Weber
it’s true that i see the sky
with dark and jaded eyes
as scary and mysterious
something i dare not defy
but sometimes i wish i could
see it as completely good
no troubles or fears in sight
i try because i know i should
and once every blue moon
i float up high in a hot air balloon
see all the beauty and all the life
and feel the bright sun of the afternoon
and when the light dips past that line
the beauty of the earth and sky’s design
cotton candy clouds appear
and seemingly all the stars align
Feelings
Anonymous
I should be embarrassed by my portrait:
The faint pictures of roses on my cheeks
On my cheeks droplets of rain from my eyes.
The cracking of fire from my eyes, in my voice.
But life only becomes so vibrant,
Vibrant, only when I let go of it all
And when I let go of a better dream,
And welcome reality’s hard truth.
As reality’s hard truth makes me feel,
And to feel— to finally understand,
Understand how everything is here
And at the same time how everything isn’t.
So you shouldn’t be ashamed of a similar portrait,
Because finally you get to feel and understand
And finally after all that you get to live,
A better dream, now tangible in your hands.
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Step into the Daylight
Amelia Weber
Step into the Daylight,
And leave your shadow behind you.
Overcome your troubles and frights,
And find happiness in everything you do.
Step out of the Darkness,
And see what the world has to bring:
The good and the bad in all its starkness.
Let all the colors of the world sing.
Step out of your head,
And choose another path to go down.
Forget your doubts and regrets, instead
Of searching for the pool of water to drown.
Step into your life that’s yours,
And see yourself through a new set of eyes.
Open the curtains and walk out the door,
And brave yourself as in front of you, the whole world lies.
Step into the Daylight,
And let it go.
Just let it go.
Because it’s brighter now.
Untitled
Sophia Herrera
the sun
worn moon
looks tired.
i wonder if
she is sick of
always being a mirror
for something
brighter.
on these nights,
i mistake fireflies
for shooting stars
and never stop
to correct myself.
and the moon will
keep me company
as we both can’t seem to sleep.
-mistakes,
Hannah Collett
Clearly, this isn’t all that there is.
Life gets repetitive;
There is a time when these places feel too familiar.
The soul wants to roam
To places far and wide,
To places unknown to mankind.
Whether it be across the world
Or in the deepest, darkest part of the mind,
Anywhere to get out of this loop.
A dream a night
To take the soul to the place closest to the heart
Because everyday life is a grim reminder that,
Clearly, there’s more to life than just this.
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Untitled
Anonymous
she often feels too much
her heart is drenched in panic
and her eyes are flooding with pain
her hands are hurting from
clenching her fists for so long
she's panicking
so she says
"it's often better to feel nothing than to feel everything"
and then she is empty.
she often feels empty
she feels numb to the world around her
she feels as if she is in a dream
dazed and confused
un-remorseful and yet unable
to do anything about it
so she says
"it's often better to feel something than to feel nothing"
and then she is full.
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Missed
Opportunities
“The only way of catching a train I have ever discovered is to miss
the train before.”
– G.K. Chesterton
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A New Dawn
I. D.
They say that every day has a new dawn
That every cloud has a silver lining
I use to believe that
Basically lived by it and to a certain extent I still do
But now it’s different
I have felt the pain
I use to keep it tucked away under lock and key
Bolted behind a door of solid steel
But it leaked out
I made a mistake and let someone in
I opened the door and let it happen
I don’t know why I didn’t see it coming
I felt the knife in my back before I could even realize what happened
It was the worse than any pain I had ever felt before
Now when I see the dawn it doesn’t look new
It looks bleak and dire
I look to see it every day
And no matter how much time passes
It still looks broken
Ashley Ramirez
A Pile of Letters
A thousand words can be written down about how I feel for you
Yet you pay no attention to it
I can form them into rhyme, in a haiku
In a pic collage or simply add stickers for some decorative fun
Word for word
Phrase after phrase
Every feeling that is deep within my soul
I pour out on these pages
What must I do to gain your focus?
How many letters must I write for a reply?
Every letter that I send
Only returns indicating that
This is the end
The love, the hatred I feel towards you
That leads me to write you all these letters
The hellos and goodbyes are useless
Now I say thank you
Thank you for your nonexistent replies
For leading me on with nothing but hope and fantasy
Thank you, for giving me the chance to realize
They were just words
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Somewhere in Northern Italy
Joelle de Poto
Somewhere in Northern Italy,
A couple miles from France,
A new world is awaiting me
That’s filled with song and dance.
With tunes on piano and guitar
And bounties of fresh peaches,
Moon-drenched pools are not so far,
Sunlight warms all that she reaches.
In Italy, there’s a family,
Among them, love abounds.
A home in them, a traveler sees,
He wanders along their grounds.
Winds of romance sift through the air
To meet midnight rendezvous.
Late-night poetry in the town square,
And skipping without shoes.
But a midsummer is not forever,
The air is not so sweet,
But still I envy whomever
Stands with the grass beneath his feet.
Paramour
Anonymous
I know he’s only playing a part when we’re together on stage,
Yet it’s only after the curtain closes that I realize I’m a phase.
But if I’m only an infatuation - fascination - simple delight,
Then tell me why you think of me when you’re up late at night.
It’s in your fearing to hurt anyone you decided to hurt me most,
Hence your labeling me “lovesick” is a relationship misdiagnosed;
So stop calling it a chemical imbalance that made you start to like me,
Since you know it was hours of sharing secrets, not drugs from an IV.
And please stop talking about our affection like it’s some disease:
A sinful thing that we contracted; an affliction ignoring our pleas.
The truth is that what you uttered wasn’t a cry out for help;
It was only the way you found to rid guilt from yourself,
Frankly, I’m not the other woman, I’m not standing in her place.
It’s the truth about your feelings - who you want - you can’t face.
I dare you to keep blaming the universe that she doesn’t know,
Because it was the both of us who let our feelings grow.
So next time that you see me, don’t come up and say “we’re fine!”,
Because you made something hellish that could’ve been divine.
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Windows of Opportunity: Missed Opportunities Page 23
How Delicate
MaryClare Okonkwo
I caught you up in my arms as you fell into Life
Your footsteps drifted like a dream
As I taught you this Dance
Your laughter filled the air as you floated freely
Hand in hand we walked our dreams
Until the sun came down on us
All too quickly it seemed
That Life had passed us
Oh, you, my snowflake in July
That nature had so beautifully misplaced
A Lesson From Me to You
Ashley Ramirez
You who had danced so delicately through Life
Melted away in my hands
As our footsteps marked the sand
For a Dance we would never do again
A clock ticks and tocks
The sun rises and sets
Time continues, despite our indisposition
It flows like how water does in a stream
We can not change the decisions that have already been made
There is only forward
Although it is good to look on your past mistakes,
Focus on what you want to do
Learn a new language
Dance in the rain
Fly a plane
Accomplish them
Do not regret a single thing that you have done
For all of them make you who you are
What people want from you and what they need from you are very different
Do not let others take control of your life
Be your courageous, independent, intelligent and beautiful self
You are worth so much more than you could ever realize
Pass this from one to another,
Nothing is greater than the power of unity
Scream it at the top of your lungs
Own it, for it is truth
Finally, let it be
A lesson from me to you
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Grandpa and His Grapes
MaryClare Okonkwo
My grandpa had always sat in the same rickety old oakwood chair in front of the little window in the
back parlor. He didn’t allow anything in that room except a small iron table, that I think was once red, and an
old porcelain bowl. I never knew which one was older: the chair or grandpa. I think they were about the same.
The only fresh thing in that room was the grapes. Every day in grandpa’s old porcelain bowl, there were
exactly twelve grapes: all shining, all green. Every day, Grandpa would eat all the grapes except one and the
next day there would be exactly twelve grapes as if they hadn’t been moved at all. No one ever went to visit
Grandpa, not that he would allow it. He had always said that the youth would age him too quickly, but I don’t
think grandpa seemed to notice that I was a youth too. Come to think of it, grandpa didn’t seem to notice a lot
of things: not when the months changed from 1 to 12, not when I grew from 12 to 20, not when the members of
the house went from 12 to 2. Grandpa just sat there and ate his grapes in his old rickety chair with his back to
the little window. It seemed to me that Grandpa was trying to outlast time or just his grapes. I remember the
last time I saw that back parlor before I left that house on Twelfth Street for good. There was the rusted little
iron table, the ancient porcelain bowl, the rickety old oakwood chair with its back to the little window, exactly
twelve grapes: all shining, all green. I left that room just as Grandpa had always wanted with a color portrait of
Grandpa sitting on the old rickety seat.
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Opportunities
“And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim
or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know
what is.’”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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my heart,
like my hands, is soft and
calloused. it stumbles,
contradicts itself,
and carries on. and it is many more:
brave and questioning and
forceful. it is haunting
and jumping and doubting and loving and
it is looking itself in the eye with a hard stare and
sympathetic smile.
and the constellations write new stories and songs,
ones in my memory.
Generalizations
K. Lilley
I was once told that specifics
Were essential to a popular verse,
Since without painting a clear picture
There’s no emotions an author can nurse.
But sometimes I think artists forget
That generalizations can be beautiful too;
Otherwise why write so many poems
‘bout how the sky is such a clear blue.
they are painting the sky into
something more beautiful
than i had ever been,
but something every bit as beautiful as they wished
i had believed i was.
-Whitman,
Hannah Collett
Tired of the Familiar
Sophia Herrera
Clearly, this isn’t all that there is.
Life gets repetitive;
There is a time when these places feel too familiar.
The soul wants to roam
To places far and wide,
To places unknown to mankind.
Whether it be across the world
Or in the deepest, darkest part of the mind,
Anywhere to get out of this loop.
A dream a night
To take the soul to the place closest to the heart
Because everyday life is a grim reminder that,
Clearly, there’s more to life than just this.
My two cents: a haiku
Z. Scrivener
received as lunch change
but worth twenty seven cents
my arabic coin.
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Do you believe… ?
Anonymous
You out of nowhere asked "do you believe"?
Expecting a simple answer from me
Didn't ask in terms of fairies,
ghost stories or camaraderies,
Miracles, Santa, superstition,
Aliens, politics, or religion
Or how the Earth was made and how it will die,
So I gave a loosely strung reply:
"I know nothing of the supernatural
Everything I experience seems so casual
It often feels like someone watches me
I still don't know if that's comforting
I don't know much of political fights
To pick a side fit to my rights
And if my friends truly like my company
Is still an unknown fear to me."
But then you said, "Do you believe that the sky
Above there, angels weep and cry?"
I know that angels are said to fly,
Messengers sent from far up high
They watch everything with pure hearts
Sometimes matchmake lovers with darts
If an angel were to descend down here,
would they react with earthly fear?
Over distrust, anger, sorrow,
corruption and fear of unpredictable tomorrow
All these things are so rampant
Like twisted notes of an old trumpet
Not by the devil, but by humans themselves
Those who treat others like lowly elves
This is normal life for me
Like an unfair everyday harmony
You walk and stop
Maggie Guidone
You walk and stop
With the wind in the trees
And a book in your hand
You walk
Your mind races
Your body aches
You walk
The birds are chirping
The church bells are ringing
You stop
You hear the bells
They are soft
You smile
With the wind in the trees
And a book in your hand
You walk again
Eyes looking to the sky
The blue surrounds you
Fluffy clouds covering certain spots
A glare shines off the wing and you squint
Your swimming in the blue water of the sky
Deep water fish flying miles below.
You swim deeper
And deeper
And deeper
Eyes looking to the sky
So to finally answer, "Yes, I believe.
If I was an angel, I would surely weep."
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My faith: the dust in
The air on a
Sunny day,
Only caught
In the shyness of a
Certain light,
Blown away at an
Exhale.
Something that
You need the
Brightness to see properly,
Something only noticed with a
Little bit of luck and a
Watchful eye.
- looking
Hannah Collett
Home
Brooke Bosse
There truly is no place like Home.
Home doesn’t have to be an actual place.
Despite everything you’ve been through, no matter what you’ve done, you always have Home to return to.
Laughing with your best friends over a silly joke on the weekend.
Replaying your favorite video game for the thousandth time.
Eating your all-time favorite food.
Spending time and playing with your lively pets.
Attending family gatherings and catching up with your relatives.
Listening to old music you used to love years ago.
Rereading your favorite book and reliving all its exciting moments.
Going to the beach for the first time during the summer.
Watching the first snowfall of the season.
Baking tasty treats with your loved ones.
Hugging your favorite childhood stuffed animal.
Writing a poem.
Home gives us a warm, welcoming, fuzzy feeling inside that nothing else can give us.
We all wish we can live inside these moments of Home forever.
It’s okay if you miss Home because you can always find your way back.
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The End
Nicole Kilada
There once was a school called Mercy.
Large bags the students carried.
The first day I walked in,
I could barely lift my chin,
But now it is not so scary.
There once was a school called OLMA.
It had quite an indescribable persona.
Day after day,
No matter what came our way,
We never gave up (despite ebOLMA).
There once was a school called “the Academy”.
At times it did feel like agony.
From the towers of books,
To the languid and sleepy looks,
But I’d go through it all again, honestly.
There once was a school I called my family.
One that I wished away sadly.
I couldn’t wait to say goodbye,
But now it’s likely I might cry,
At the thought of it ending so rapidly.
There once was a school I attended.
The people there were quite splendid.
Although it’s rather scary,
To leave it all so momentarily,
I know my memories will be never ending
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