Quotes of the Week

"We tell lies when we are afraid... Afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger." -Tad Williams


"The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you. The once in a lifetime kind of people." -Unknown

Photographs by Hannah Sears

Corrupt Actions by Jillian Oliveira

Every time he went home,

He was alone.

He sat back and watched the world,

Never learning to interact.

Insecurities thrived in his heart

And his fears continued to rattle his bones.

He could not handle tasks

That contained the basics of love.

He never received it,

In return he did not know how to give it.

This boy stays in the shadow

with no ability to change.

There is one man who taught him this way,

Who taught him this life,

His hopeless heart only knows to destroy.

Never will he learn to love,

Even though I pray he does.

Quotes of the Week

"The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written." -Melody Beattie

The Middle by Julia Johnson

The Middle 

They stood together in the rain, watching each other's eyes as little drops of water streaked down their cheeks. "What is it?" she asked. "What do you want?" Her eyes blurred, but she couldn't tell if it was from the rain or her tears. She knew the answer before he said anything. "I can't do this anymore," he whispered. She heard her heart shatter. "Tell me," she said. He looked at her. Her face was like an open book, completely bare, completely vulnerable. "I never loved you," he said without breaking eye contact. He lied to her. She ran away and never looked back.

He hated himself

But

He loved her more.

Quote of the Week

"It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags. Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas means a little bit more." -Dr. Seuss

Bravery/ Faith by Josh Skalski

Bravery/Faith

Someone once said that if you don’t know where you’re going any road you walk will take you there. For me, I think that in some cases that this may be true. Although I stumble a lot, and the roads I take usually lead me back home, so I’ve come to expect this outcome. The roads wind and twist most of the time. I have passed by a great variety of people(?) and places and buildings that all call to me without end. Sometimes I stop in the road and watch the people(?) who live away from the road, on the edge of the forest, on the edge of a world I have no knowledge of. They interact so much more differently than we do at home. They are touchier, more tender, more loving, caring: family. I occasionally consider straying from my path to go and meet them. But I look back to the road and I remember the saying. I’m hoping that my destination waits for me at the end of one of these paths. I am afraid to veer off my path. My path is smoothly paved and lined with flowers of a golden yellow. The flowers seem to almost stretch towards me. The homes off the sides of the path are usually surrounded by grass of brown and green. Their appearance puts me off. They are run-down and happy at the same time. I keep walking. And I keep walking. And walking still. My surroundings change, becoming more familiar and comforting. I keep walking. Less familiar. Ephemeral. I see people(?) a little ways away from the road. I call to them. They don’t answer; they don’t even look at me. I stop and I call again. They stay silent. At this point I am angry. I glance down to the edge of the road. I look back up. I clench my hands into fists. I breathe. I step off the road. I expect explosions, and screams. But nothing happens. I walk towards them. I blink and they are farther away. I pick up my pace. Again, they’re farther. And again. Again. I’m running. I’ve almost reached them. I stretch out my hand. And I fall. Fall down a deep hole. For seconds, for hours, for minutes. I land, and I am not hurt. It is completely dark except for the light shining through the opening at the top of the hole. I’m cold. I have to get back up. I call for help. I scream.

B u t  n o b o d y  c a m e .