the literary warrior - 2016
contributors: Raven Crockett, Faith Lokey, Mia Aldridge, Haley Wright, Gabby McCardell, Ariana Cauthon, Michaela Simpson, Dustin Handrahan, Corey Finley, Janell Savage, Alex Deal, Makayla Barrett
(Last updated 5/2016)
That cigarette
by Gabby McCardell
I played with the smashed filter of our last cigarette
And I smiled remembering us
As I started to cry
Because that cigarette had touched your lips more than mine have in months
I was jealous of that cigarette while it was pressed between your fingers
I had longed to hold your hand and kiss your lips and be the air in your lungs
But just like that cigarette, I was hurting you
Filling your soul with a nicotine buzz
And when our high was gone
So were you
I played with the smashed filter of our last cigarette
And I smiled remembering us
As I started to cry
Because that cigarette had touched your lips more than mine have in months
I was jealous of that cigarette while it was pressed between your fingers
I had longed to hold your hand and kiss your lips and be the air in your lungs
But just like that cigarette, I was hurting you
Filling your soul with a nicotine buzz
And when our high was gone
So were you
Scars
by Faith Lokey
There are many different types of scars.
There are the ones that accidentally appear from an incident.
There are the ones you purposefully place on the body.
And there are ones that are left on your heart..
Many people hide their scars in fear of being judged.
In reality, scars are what make a person.
Teachers and parents will look for scars on a child's body;
but, they don't realize some people only have scars on their hearts.
So, they assume they are fine.
But, in reality, there is a huge gash on the heart.
There are many different types of scars.
There are the ones that accidentally appear from an incident.
There are the ones you purposefully place on the body.
And there are ones that are left on your heart..
Many people hide their scars in fear of being judged.
In reality, scars are what make a person.
Teachers and parents will look for scars on a child's body;
but, they don't realize some people only have scars on their hearts.
So, they assume they are fine.
But, in reality, there is a huge gash on the heart.
Spotlight on a student poet: Gabby McCardell
by Mía Aldridge
It is rare to find a beautiful soul that can take an emotional experience and turn it into a heart thumping work of written art.
Sophomore, Gabby McCardell uses poetry to tell the story of jealousy for a cigarette resting on the lips of an ex. Her poem, "That Cigarette," is brought to life by metaphors and use of descriptive imagery. She turns the addicting habit of smoking into an object to despise of in the name of love.
"I write all the time. I write down everything that happens in my life, but it's mostly sad stuff," McCardell said. She considers writing a hobby and is unsure about her future with it. It is merely something she enjoys in her spare time.
Support McCardell and other student poets by visiting Riverdale's Smoke Signal often.
It is rare to find a beautiful soul that can take an emotional experience and turn it into a heart thumping work of written art.
Sophomore, Gabby McCardell uses poetry to tell the story of jealousy for a cigarette resting on the lips of an ex. Her poem, "That Cigarette," is brought to life by metaphors and use of descriptive imagery. She turns the addicting habit of smoking into an object to despise of in the name of love.
"I write all the time. I write down everything that happens in my life, but it's mostly sad stuff," McCardell said. She considers writing a hobby and is unsure about her future with it. It is merely something she enjoys in her spare time.
Support McCardell and other student poets by visiting Riverdale's Smoke Signal often.
Spoken Word Poetry
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The Maskby Michaela Simpson
Smiles and laughs Life's a task My disguise shows who I wish to be Talking, laughing, faking every mood No one see's what I've become I take off my mask and hate what I see Lifeless eyes, are staring back at me If you show you're hopeless, you're weird If you show you're depressed, you're crazy They'll tell you to get over it or to grow up If only they knew, all these emotions, have been built up My smile is forced My laugh is fake Some say they can help, but, I think it's way too late I'm too far gone And it's been way too long I have to put my mask on again When will you begin to understand that I can't take it off anymore? The life you see is fake But to me, it's who I once was That girl you know is dead So who knows what lies ahead? My mask is not real But to you, it's the real me I'm in a play called life My mask wont come off when it's time for me to go on |
Look What You Did Nowby Haley Wright
don't know where to keep these pieces of you that got left behind. Your suitcase was too full with knives and pills, with pieces of her and pieces of me. You were my world, and being that the world is seventy one percent water, I am seventy one percent tears. You've made a monster of me, so I drown myself each night, only to surface again in the morning gasping, choking on your name. You were a good-looking disaster waiting in the wings to destroy me, and despite this knowledge, I let you. And as I write these sad poems, I think of you. My words are beautiful injuries, and I grip the pencil like a sword, slashing the paper with sentences that make the heart bleed and soul weep, just like you did to me. |