AMESHeart, Mind & Pen

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AnonymousA Letter Adressed to You

Arviso-Yazza, MyrykaGray

Barber, WilliamSerenity

Chavez, MariaBy Definition: AlternativeI Prefer ScalesUntitled Drawing

Heskett, JuliannaTwenty Six Letters

Hickenlooper, SarahThe DripBlue-Eyed Beauty

Kelly, FinnColors of Life

Kvenvold, Parker The Lonely IslandIn Time

Martin, IanNibbles

Martin, Madeleine A Responsibility

Merrill, ChrisLive.

Miller, SarahDragon’s Mountain RangeUntitled Drawing

Poetry18

Poetry1

Poetry16

Art51619

Poetry5

Poetry / Art813

Poetry15

Poetry617

Poetry7

Fiction8

Rant11

Art47

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Moore, Aubrey5 Ways... to Look At the American FlagA Girl

Morrill, LizzieDeep Dive

Nguyen, JulianThe Real Rulers

Packard, Holly55 Fiction

Record, SkylerSkull with Wings

St. Clair, AmeliaUntitled 23A PoemThe Dreamer Must Wake Up

Teng, CollinLike a Bird

Turnley, ErinWhere are You?Missing You

Warren, CheyneAcid EtchedUntitled PhotoUntitled DrawingDimension’s Seamstress

Poetry712

Art10

Fiction11

Fiction1

Art3

Poetry122

Poetry12

Poetry816

Art9111420

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55 Fiction Holly Packard

Machines buzzed, whirring as onlookers stared at panels, occasionally writing things down, checking gauges and muttering. A man at the center of it all feebly asked a question and recognised silence as an answer. As he lay back down, he closed his eyes and was answered by a singular, unending beep from his heart monitor.

GrayMyryka Arviso-Yazza

GrayGray is unclean

Gray is the sound of exhaust pipes and machineryGray is the smell of heaps of garbage, growing larger every dayGray is the touch of smog, clinging to exposed, suffocating skin

Gray is the feeling of cleanliness being just out of reachGray tastes like a breath of polluted air and taste buds screaming for a savior

Gray is the destruction of our world, turned upon by its own peopleGray is Earth

Untitled 23Amelia St. Clair

the heart and the mindhave the most tragic love story.one cannot live without the otheryet they will never meet(nor part)

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The Dreamer Must Wake UpAmelia St. Clair

I am a dreamerwho, like the restloves the intoxication,the fearlessnessthe strengthof being separated from reality

And I,the dreamer, of coursenever want to wake upbut you,are the sharp ring of the alarm clockthat goes off at five every morning,

telling me sometimesto go and try life,and sometimes,to go back to sleep in the armsof whatever happiness is still left.

A PoemAmelia St. Clair

I thoughtthoughtsand dreameddreams.because nothingever seemed to happenin the space outside my head.

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Twenty Six LettersJulianna Heskett

Did it ever occur to you?That every bookThat you have ever exploredis a combination of twenty six letters?

The thousands of places you have goneWithout leaving your bed,The wizard world,The capital, district 13,Olympus,Faction headquarters,all these places and moreAre combinations of twenty six letters

The lives you have livedThe journeys you went onThe people you loved and hatedThe deaths you encountered,The wars you wonThe fantasies you lived onThe realities never forgottenAre combinations of twenty six letters

Isn’t this amazing?To know that your mostTreasured stories,Are just combinations of twenty six letters

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By Definition: AlternativeMaria Chavez

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The Lonely IslandParker Kvenvold

Welcome to the Island,the Lonely Island,The island of misfit toys,

The hours pass by the heartbreaks,Memories splattered with mistakes,Nights alone end when the pain does,Minutes pass with tears,Tears we drown in after hours.

Sad songs mark the words unsaid,Diaries are our timelines,Phones haunt our dreams,Meds are our best friends,‘Cause we don’t have any other,Prozac is the answer to a never ending equation.Our debts are paid with lunch money.

Fists are statements,Words are shields,Clothes are force fields to project,Smiles are optical illusions,and hugs are stitches pulled from our scars,scars bare the stories of tomorrow,and tomorrow holds more fears.

On the Lonely Island,Classrooms are interrogation rooms, Hallways are super stealth missions,Obstacles for the small,annoyances for the big.

While the Titanic is long gone,like so many of us,swallowed by the sea,The sea surrounding,The Lonely Island.

5 Ways... to Look at the American FlagAubrey Moore

I.A little girl saluting the flag waving in the corner of the classroom.

II.Hundreds of people stand to serenade the flag in the middle of the baseball game.

III.A soldier sitting on his bunk, looking at the large flag on the wall to remember what he’s fighting for.

IV.An old man sitting in his wheelchair, and absent leg, and a red, white and blue pin stuck to the hat on his head.

V.A woman in a black dress and a tear-stained maskClutching a folded American Flag close to her heartas they lowered the coffin.

NibblesIan Martin

The head scowled at his workers.Drip“I know one of you scumbags...”Drop“...has been taking bits of food...”Drip“...and if you don’t come forward...”Drop“...I’m taking all of your pay for this...”ThudHe’d been cut off by rotAnd saw his errorAs rats scurried on.

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Sarah Miller

A ResponsibilityMadeleine Martin

The phone is ringing on the other line & my stomach is cramped because I know the police station will answer soon & I will tell them the raw facts.I am sitting on a pillow in my bedroom and I know I cannot go back now because there is a picture of him and a girl on his facebook page & if I do not do this he will hurt her like he hurt me.“Salt Lake City Police Department.” the woman picks up.

Where are You?Erin Turnley

Where are you,my love?You are no where to be seenLeft, long agoleaving me alone

Where are you,my love?Fighting a war of your ownLeaving me alone

Where are you,my love?

No word from you reaches meI weep for youWhen will you come back to me?

The DripSarah Hickenlooper

Drip. Drip. Drip.That is water

water escaping the seams.

There is a puddleA puddle of tears and sorrow.

A puddle of which I drown

No,it is not me drowning

It’s my feelings.The ones I lost.

Now I take a vaseand place it under the dripping water.

Then add flowers.

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Acid EtchedCheyne Warren 9

Deep DiveLizzie Morrill

Live.Chris Merrill

Life sucks. High school sucks. College sucks, work sucks, retirement sucks, death sucks. Then you’re dead and your life sucked, so stop moping. If you only focus on the parts of life that suck, you’ll miss the parts that make life worth living. Don’t live for tomorrow, live for today.

Too often, I see people wallowing in their misery and mocking anyone who has the gall to break away and speak without fear. Too often I see people shy away from speaking for fear of mockery from their classmates. Who are your classmates? They’re the same as you. They’re novices who may or may not understand what’s being taught. They’re hypocrites who mock you for something they either learned but a few days prior or don’t understand at all.

It’s okay to be wrong; being wrong is the first step to being right. Make mistakes and then learn from them. Don’t mock someone for having the audacity to be wrong; encourage it! If you’ve never been wrong, you’ll never be right.

Everyone says that life sucks, and if all you do is think about what’s wrong with life, then you’ll never see what’s right with it.

The Real RulersJulian Nguyen

Halloween. The moments where it’s our time to shine. Every year, there is one month, and that month is the beginning of one day. That day is the time where we take over. That day is the time where WE take over! The humans will bow down to us and we are their superiors! Our pow-ers can be used for good or bad, sweet or cavity. I, of course, shall be the ruler each and every season that passes! I, King Chocolate, am invincible and the last day of October is where my sol-diers and I conquer this country without their awareness! We are the true and powerful ones and these humans cannot resist us, for we can trip anyone. They chose treat, we chose trick.

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Cheyne Warren

A GirlAubrey Moore

A girl,merely 13 years old,lives in Afghanistan A place of war, and grit, and death,all of which she experienced first-hand.You see, her eyes… her grey, blue, green and brown and yellow, calico eyes.They’re wide. As wide as any ocean. And they’re scared.

A girlmerely 13 years old,lives alone.A horrible place in her mind,reminding her of her loss.Her parents are absent. Both dead from a local bombing.Her thin face is dirty, her lips are cracked and swollen. Eyes still lingering in fear.

A girlmerely 13 years old,LIVES.She may have lost her parents,her childhood,her innocence.but not her life.She was still alive.For better or for worse.

Like a BirdCollin Teng

Like a bird, you flyInto the nightInto the sky

Like a bird, you’re grace fullBillowingLike a thunder cloudSoftly Speaking to me

Like a bird, you growHigher and higherleaving a trailthat will always be remembered

Like a bird, you areChanging historyFor better or for worse

But no matter whatYou are a partOf this Earth

You monsterWhat have you doneWhere will you goWho? Who are you?

You angleRising upInto the dark nightDefying, defining your self

Like a bird, you flyLike a bird, you’re gracefulLike a bird, you growLike a bird, you are

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Blue-Eyed BeautyNatalia Johansen

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Cheyne Warren

Colors of LifeFinn Kelly

Gray that is all that isGray neither good or bad

Gray although dullGray is what life wasGray were my days

Gray like my days were the same old same oldGray did not do much

Gray is so easy to see so easy to beGray is alone

Gray does not have funGray did not last however

Yellow suddenly came into existence a hand reached outYellow was friendship

Yellow was a place for meYellow however did not come alone

Red was angerRed was mean

Red was misunderstandingBlue was sad

Blue was unwantedBlue no one hoped to see

Orange was funOrange was play

Orange was time with friendsPurple was nervous

Purple was something unsaid that should be saidPurple always drags people back

Green is each otherGreen is a sense things are there

Green is newYellow, Red, Blue, Orange, Purple, and green those are my days.

Sometimes I ask is it worth it.Are orange, green and yellow worth it for, Red blue and purple?

Gray, sometimes I miss it for Red, Blue and PurpleGray, sometimes I don’t for Yellow, Orange and Green

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Missing YouErin Turnley

I miss you.your smileyour laughyour hairyour loving heart

Now you are at restno more painno more sufferingno more hurt

But you have gonegone to another placegone to a place of peacegone to live with the others

But you are safesafe from the ones who hurt yousafe from the painsafe from the sorrow

Mom and Dad,you are at REST at lastyou have passed on and GONE awayyou are SAFE from the worldyou will be forever MISSED by me.

SerenityWilliam Barber

I’d Love to be a fairy’s childSo I come up here.Call it a child’s talebutThe time will come,so I stop here every dayand every nightThat’s a habit I’ll have to break

Look on them and seewith their mouths so full of berriesLong since on Earth to take possession

They came by air mail.Then slowly their irises relaxedand they saw the worldin a new wayto hear in the dark and see in the day.

There is no more life in meas they knowO Cypris,I’d love to be a fairy’s child.

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I Prefer ScalesMaria Chavez

In TimeParker Kvenvold

In one class period,I studied the emblem in my cooking class.I managed to find four o’s inside it,along with two t’s.In one class period,I studied the people that surrounded me,all seniors who didn’t care about what happened,they just needed the credit hours.

In a day in high school,I looked around at the kids who passed by,They were all dressed in the highest fashion,They all wore a smile that practically stretched their lips,It took me a minute to realize,It was all a lie.Everything is written out in a downward spiral on an old paper.

In a lifetime of sadness, I realized that everything is forgotten,Your name,Your existence, the part of life you need to have but never have the courage to ask for,I couldn’t demand the happiness everyone else had,but I sure did fight for it.But I realized that life is just a tragedy,Like Romeo and Juliet.In the end we all die in the name of love and sad-ness.Whether the pain is visible when you die and the love is shown at your remembrance,Or whether the pain is show after you have passed on and the love was already there in your life.

In an hour,My sister told me to not prioritize people who don’t do the same to me,Easier said than done was my reply,This lesson is most forgotten,I realized this most in the life between high school and junior high,

In a year,I lost three friends,This made me realize the difference be-tween friends and best friends.Best friends are the ones who break all their plans to take care of you.

They come to the stupid stuff that shouldn’t matter as much as they do.Tennis matches to drumming lessons.Friends are the ones you occasionally partner up with when no one else will take either of you.

They are more like security blankets,Best friends are the ones harder to find like insurance,You have to find the right one that makes life easier on you,But best friends are always there like State Farm.

In a week,I realized what loneliness is,what depression felt like in the worse pos-sible stage.

In a month, I learned how to heal.

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A Letter Addressed to YouAnonymous

I’m going on an adventureBecause I haven’t had one yet.And everyone needs storiesTo have when they want to forget.

I’m going on an adventureAll by myselfBecause the winters make me quieter,and I’m tired of asking for help

I’m going on an adventure,I’ve packed everything I needI’ve stored all our memories safely,Because there will always be a you and me.

I’m going on an adventureBecause I want one just so bad.And the secrets I’ve kept hidden,Have told me that I can.

I’m going on an adventureTo find out who I amBecause I’m young and restless,Since I’m not an adventurer yet.

I’m going on an adventure,And yes, I’ll keep in touch.With postcards and birthday wishesBecause you once cared for me so much.

I’m going on an adventure,Because I’ve always dreamed of suchAnd all the problems that I’ve made here,Have hurt me with their touch.

I’m going on an adventure,To somewhere far, far away.Because I need to say goodbye to the starsIn a different place someday.

I’m going on an adventure,to get lost and find my wayI must do it by myself,Because that’s what the great books say.

I’m going on an adventure,Because it sounds like so much fun,And even after I leave you,My story has only begun.

I’m going on an adventure,and this is my goodbye,Because if I did it now in person,I know I would only cry.

I’m going on an adventure,And you know I have to go,to find my own place in this world,Because I’ve missed it since so long ago.

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Maria Chavez

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Dimension’s SeamstressCheyne Warren

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StaffEditor-in-Chief

Parker Kvenvold

Literature EditorsHolly Packard

Sarah Miller

Art EditorsJulianna Heskett

Savanna SnowMaria Chavez

Photo EditorJordan Bengtzen

Recruiting EditorCarly Jackson

Design EditorChris Merrill

AdvisorAmy Noyce

SponsorBrett Wilson