The weight’s always been there. Now you have the tools To take control of it!   Glow your face up— Or blow it off.   Your face is the first they’ll see after all, And...

I wonder if they would find me. Would it be rotting flesh? Fresh? Or rather, bones? Would my heart still be burning Within my ribs— That monochrome?   Such is the fear that comes...

Why did(n’t) you do it? You knew you would feel this way.   Regrettably so, The bell already hangs overhead. You’ve already missed its tolling.   Forsaken one such opportunity  By...

Hello doctor, I think there’s something wrong with me. Something buzzing in my mind, Something they’re all too blind to see.   Oh have a seat you say? Well I suppose I could...

Backstage. The first place where I feel I belong. All thanks to you, pulling me along. A peaceful place, Away from it all.   And yet everyday. The curtains must rise. And so...

I perform for them everyday. And they love it. They love it when I go onto that stage. When I take that bow. And I do my little tricks. They love it.   They cheer for me. They...

Excuse me! Waiter! Another pint of your finest anesthetic please, ‘Cause I’m sick down to my stomach with this abhorrent disease. It eats and it taunts me, it burns and it haunts me. And now...

Have you ever laid in bed, And just stared up at the ceiling, Digging holes deep down inside your head, To try and find out what this feeling is?   But your shovel’s wearing down, And...

Oh dear sleep. Sweet, blissful sleep. How I long for your velvety embrace. How I crave the feeling of that haze falling over me. How I yearn for my eyelids to grow heavy, as you gently pull...

Does an ouroboros know when it’s eaten enough? Does it know when it’s let itself, Consume so much of itself, That it is no longer that it once was?   Do you think the satisfaction Of...

At the stroke of midnight. So many things come to light. Things that maybe you and I, Would prefer to keep in the dark.   But the world is the same way, Is it not? People show...

I sit. I stare. At the little clock on my desk. I hate how it ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick.   Sometimes I feel it’s ticking too fast. It scares me.   The clock...

Outside Stands a short, Stone wall. A lonely patch of gray Peering out Through the lush greenery surrounding it. The plants surrounding seem almost as firm and strong as  The stone...

I’m your patchwork puppet. Stitched and stuffed in every layer. Built solely by lies and prayer. Pull my strings till I can’t see their   Eyes while they sit on high And glare...

In spite of my spite I seek respite in the night. Somewhere to rest my weary head. This fight is but a blight. On me, a sophomore nothing more. Step through door after door. Just walk right on...

What is one left to do?  When the world you knew is sent askew.  When the last thing that stood the same Is suddenly lit aflame. Don’t look! You’ll burn your eyes. Is it really worth...

Happy 153rd Hope all is going swell Wish I could say the same, We all really could. Well,   How have those systems been working? The outdated ones y’know! Made to teach us all...

Funny how you can say so much, Whilst saying nothing at all.   Isn’t it nice every once in a while, To just sit, smile and stare at the wall?   Just the idle chatter of others, The...

Feel the fire, See the haze, Watch it thrive, Let it reign. Strike the match, Start the blaze, Burned alive, Set ablaze. Fervent power, Fuming rage, Feel your mind, Now aflame. Body, Skin, Flesh, Bone. Forever...

It was so dark. In the vast void of my head. Cold, dark and lonely. I wished for it to end.   But then came you. A little flame in the night. And so I was rekindled. By your...

Enter stage right.   Waking up to this again. Another day, another show. Who am I performing for? Someone, let me know.   Slowly move to upstage right, Just the same thing...

Ouroboros My special little place. For now it’s only a shadow of what was, But that’s just a-okay.   I could always just build it up again, So up I build a tower. And then...

Seemingly small Nothing but a little thing on my shoulder Feed me, it calls As the wind grows colder   At first I continue traveling But the calls transform to screams And my...

Flu season is underway in New York, and many students from Monroe-Woodbury High School have been feeling its effects.  Flu season is an annual occurrence due to a drop in average temperatures. The...