Contribution by: Mary Carter
No words, no colors
Could paint what you mean to me
Although so heightened above
Theres more than plenty to love
You are all one could ask from anybody
You’re beyond eesome to all
A golden trouvaille to none appaul
Feel all of euphoric
To allow dark light with meteoric
No smile, no heartbeat
Matches how yours excite me
Even when your eyes frown
Or your pitter patter is downed
Your presence is always welcomed next to me
You make the agelast cackle
And the micawber waves rapple
Your expression kalon
To make even the bold feel teenier than a fawn
Viridity, innocence, advantage you will not take
I adore your hand in mine every step of the way
I hope my words come across as they mean
For you are everything to me ❤
Contribution by: Mary Carter
A mirror in a dark room that still somehow manages to reflect the sunrise
Each star, each nova lands upon your irises
Although deep and eased, the eesome life sprouts
A discovery, perhaps retrouvaille meeting one as yourself
It was familiar, such silence stood by my side
A looming shadow misunderstood for its eyes
Its hovering luminosity just awaiting to sprout
And blooming you would, just moments from callout
You had come to content to be solivagant journeyed
But no, oh no would I allow such thing
For you’re the irenic piece the golden seamed platter required
And click you would, as all had dreamt
Lean yet hurculaic, what a fitting extent
Murmuring yet bold, just to get out your intent
Dark shades, drawing gaze, and yet all come to praise
The soft tone displayed for all the bees to the honeycombed dismay
Contribution by Mary Carter
The snail who was in love with a tape dispenser,
Had you not heard such a preposterous tale?
They had little snail kids with plastic wrapped eyes,
And a million shared nick nacks they were so very attached to.
The snail was always an odd little slimeball.
He had an ugly shell and smelt of rug lint.
His favorite drug was warm milk
And he never could spell the word “guinea”
But its a chemical, being in love,
And all supposed they were meant to be together
He chanted he didn’t care what she may be,
Just that he loved her and was sure she loved he.
Their anklebiters were funny little saplings
Named each after a brand of syruped glue
But none were ready to leave the house when time arrived
So remain a snail, his dispenser and 3 little paperclips.
The snail with his tape dispenser,
And their three little dispensered children.
Prosperous no matter what the other snails may say
And thats just how he wanted it to be.
–Taped together, forever.
Contribution by: anonymous
The sweetest taste, the smoothest skin
although your hand, intangible,
your hair shines such a bright gold.
I crave that which I cannot remember nor forget,
and the tears that well behind my eyes
fall for someone that I don’t know yet.
I saw you last night in the split moment
between being awake and being asleep
and I hope to see you again tonight as well,
I don’t understand why you exist this way;
a flickering light, illuminating the shadows
only to disappear the moment I look to your face.
What sweet sorrow
A contribution from Declan Daniel
A rib was pulled from his side,
Soon she was molded to be his Lover:
Tiny whispers calling beautiful bride,
Now with his hand so soft and bare,
He tends to land,
‘these grounds of heart.’
But somehow she did
Took control of his beating heart,
How could he be so foolish?
Love didn’t end wars,
It started them.
But he couldn’t stand it,
Her green eyes.
Oh, how he missed
The solace of her
Green and citrine eyes…
Her eyes reminded him of the North star.
Like he could get lost in them,
if they didn’t point the way back home
Under the bright city lights,
her eyes were the only stars
that refused to be outshined
She’d give him a smile,
That knocked down common sense
to his knees,
Want, whispering like silk
through his mind,
She, so beautiful
He couldn’t describe beauty to someone,
Because you could make anything sound beautiful,
but reality would then drift away with subjectivity,
Her beauty was common truth
A commandment that stands as valid as any of the ten
It was evident.
He’d fallen for her.
Review by: Katelyn Wells
“Where do you see yourself in five years”? Is a question that I found asking myself after I read this story. This is an emotional story, and is meant to move you, but I wouldn’t categorize it as a “romance novel” if that is what you’re looking for. For a short overview, this is a story about a young entrepreneur lawyer who has everything specifically planned out for the next five years, and she plans to stick to them. Things obviously don’t go as planned, and her friendships, engagement, and home-life suddenly get flipped upside down. I highly recommend the book “In Five Years”.
Our two dance teams at school are the High steppers and Dazzlers. But what is the difference between the two? High steppers are a higher level Varsity dance team where the Dazzlers are the JV version of the team. High steppers perform at the Varsity Sports game and the Dazzlers do the JV and Freshman ones. With a more extensive try-out process, the High steppers also compete in higher level competitions. But in order to be a high stepper, you have to be a Dazzler first meaning no Freshman are allowed on High steppers. Then after a year of dazzlers, they can audition for High steppers. And then the Coach will decide if she thinks that they are skilled enough to be on High steppers. High steppers is also more of a time commitment. They have more practices after school along with practice during the class period. Dazzlers will have less of a commitment and practice less. They also dance many different forms such as Hip-hop, Contemporary, and Jazz!
On November 9th, the Advance Technical Theater works on the set for Chicago. This show is occurring at the Dripping Springs High School through the 2nd and 4th of December.