Posts tagged as “creative writing”

By Isabelle Mascary | Observer Contributor

“Tell me, what it is you plan to do

With your one wild and precious life…”

Wonderful question you ask.

I plan to tackle every task.

What do I plan to do with

my wild yet precious life?

I plan to liberate others and

help build their self-esteem.

You know, the ones who have lost their voice,

often the ones left with no choice.

Ones who are lost and confused,

the ones, tormented and abused.

The ones society wants to forget,

the ones who can forgive, but can never forget. read more

By William A. Lefrancois | Observer Contributor

Throughout the Mount, many have come and gone;

Administrators, faculty, staff; each giving with a heart that knows not slow.

From amongst these masses, arose a leader who was second to none!

Pure, pleasant, particular, patient; these words describe Joe Stiso.

A man of indomitable character; a natural leader in all things education.

A master of the written word, true eloquence his mighty virtue.

Joe could attain any grant, could accomplish any expectation;

Loving, learning, listening, laudable each day with Joe would start anew. read more

By Daniel Mullane | Observer Contributor

Body temperature drop!

Couldn’t feel my phalanges.

The flip phone started to ring…

Jeans is frozen!

Heart started to beat 100 miles per hour!

Panic started…

Daylight was taken away from me.

Night vision were given by my eyes.

That was the day I thought I was going to be dead.

What a remorse it was once I arrived to my destination.

A pile of snow was waiting for me.

An unknown lesson needed to be learn by my first adopted father to me wasn’t well plan.

As I lay down on the snow with one shoe on, read more

By Daniel Mullane | Observer Contributor

The land of the free and home of the brave,

Honey can be found here in many ways.

It takes some sacrifice.

Mine was found by taking the biggest risk.

However, a golden ticket was given in round one.

College wasn’t it yet,

Could not pay the bundle. 

Doesn’t guarantee a river of gold.

My eyes weren’t open to vocational.

9 to 5 would have kept me poor.

Wasn’t yet ready to be a businessman.

 Being an entrepreneur would have rubbed me off.

 Came to an end in secondary school. read more

By Isabelle Mascary | Editor-in-Chief

From the night I took my very first breathe,
my childhood has been hectic.
A product of my own environment

condemned before I can crawl, walk, or speak,
unable to reject the many vices;
I was forced to accept and protect.

Using my imagination to escape this reality
and to illuminate my dreams because
my mind is the only room that can’t be taken away from me.

My imagination keeps me from becoming weary.
My thoughts and visions allow me to divulge
in the endless possibilities, despite the present conditions before me. read more

By Cami Stephens | Assistant Editor

Smile. You must smile.

Don’t ever let your smile turn into a frown.

If you’re sad, don’t worry, a smile can help fix everything.

Did you forget to smile?

I try to smile in the mirror, but how do I smile when my brain only allows myself to frown.

I cannot force elation; my brain is too engulfed in devastating despair.

I know you get mad when I cannot smile, but I cannot fake it any longer.

I promise I’m not forgetting to smile, it doesn’t come naturally anymore. read more

By Maddie Willigar | Assistant Editor

After Aron Wiesenfeld’s “Greenhouse”

I remember standing here like an angel clothed in baby’s

breath: damp hair blowing in the wind by the greenhouse where

there was nothing left but buds and dew, no remanence but the

faint scent of you passing through like the wind softly

kisses the grass and leaves not a trace of itself behind.

I watched the buds struggle to bloom in their cage and

reach towards dim light. But what more could a mother

do except watch them grow only to know they would read more