Lebanon High School

I'm Sorry

By D'Arcy Morrie
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

i'm sorry
the two words we don't want to hear when we lose a friend
knowing we won't hear their voice again
the next time we will see their face is in a casket
painted and looking plastic

i'm sorry
that's what the doctor said
when i looked down to see the white sheet pulled over his head
with his body lying still on the bed

i'm sorry
i never want to hear this about you
live so that one day i can say i do.

Green

By Sara Archie
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

It rolls around in my purse
I have to shuffle through the loose change
Through my books
My cell phone
My lip gloss
My CD player
My college paperwork—
(Jeesh, how much crud do I have in here?)
To find the goods:
Green.

I try to smile
But I know
It’ll be all gone after
My jacked up college tuition sucks it into the void.

But for now…
Shopping spree anyone?

Grant Muir
Faking It

She wakes up in the morning, hoping that today will be easier than yesterday, numerous thoughts, both good and bad, race through her mind like a runaway train. She leaves home and walks into reality, with nothing but her broken smile.

Lies for the Liars

By Chris Cheever
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

On my knees I’m shaking, stumbling on my words as they are forced out
Looking up at you, smiling
Tears in my eyes and in yours
My hands quivering while I ask
You choke on your tears and words
Nodding and blurting out a fainted yes

Feelings and actions followed fit the normality: hugs, kisses, love

Lying Love

By Tegan LaBarre
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

My eyes hold the trusting gaze of yours.
You search for an emotion that has no existence in me.
You deserve to be loved, to have this touch mean something,
But the truth is, in my heart there is no you.
I feel nothing when I see you.
You say your heart flutters for me, pounds through your chest.
Mine lays still.

Faking It

One Leads to Another

By Brenda Cole
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

It starts out as one,
a small one that doesn’t really matter.
Until I keep doing it
and soon that’s all I want to do.
I lie to myself, I lie to everyone else.
Does this make me feel good?
I feel guilty, there’s doubt in my mind.
Should I be honest, or should I keep going with it?

Another Lie

By Amber Moulton
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Dark with nothing in sight
Heart pounding
Sweat prickling your skin
Walking down the stairs slowly
Clink clank
Dishes being washed
Around the corner stands the beast
Waiting to rip out your heart
Head spinning
Stories forming, none making sense
One question
Awaiting your fate
“What did you do last night?”

The Vase

By Cassie Talbert
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Puce Isn't Much Better

By Sara Archie
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Dear Me,
That is one ugly top.
The colors make me sick
That shade of yellow makes you
look Jaundiced
Those polka dots are bloated
The seams are ripped on the sleeve
The top must have shrunk in the wash
And
That silhouette is so last year.

For all of love that is good:
NEVER wear that thing AGAIN.

But for now I'll just say you look
Chic
Fabulous
and Cute
Because if I told the truth
You'd disagree with me
Anyway.

The Big Game

By Meta Bergwal
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

It was the biggest game of the year. If we lost this one we would be done for the season. When we found out who we were playing it made the game 10 times bigger -- we were playing our biggest rival, Hanover High School.

As the day came we all were incredibly nervous, but excited as well. In the locker room before the game the captains told us, "Whatever you do, leave everything you have out on that ice." During the regular season, we had lost badly to Hanover, but the moment the game began we could see that this game would be different. Back and forth it went, until the very end of the game.

With only five minutes left and the score tied, we were excited beyond imagining. Then tragedy struck: With less then a minute left Hanover scored and then won the game.

In the locker room everyone was devastated, but one thing everyone knew was that we had left everything we had out on the ice. Our captains told us how proud they were of us; that made it all the better. Although it would have been amazing to win the game, this was probably the best game we have ever played. I will never forget it.

Ned returns home after an afternoon of Christmas shopping. He struggles to find a place to stow the gifts so his wife and kids will not find them. Then he is struck to a brilliant idea. The attic, of course, no one would look in the attic. Ned grabbed all of his bags and hobbled up the stairs.

Mistake

By Lauren Ledoux
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Mistake
I didn't mean to,
it was by accident.
I said it, and then...
I felt horrible.
The look on her face was unprecedented.
I wish I could take it back,
but I can't.
The words are gone forever...
Lost inside her heart.
The tears streaming down her face;
pain, the pain I feel for her.
Why was I so stupid??
I thought it was what I wanted to say;
I never meant to hurt her.
She's my Mom, my comfort, my everything
and hate is a strong word...
Mistake

Everyone makes mistakes
Some life changing, while others can be looked over.
People may forgive, but they never forget.
The pain will last forever, and change things for good.
Unfortunetly you can’t change the past,
you only have the unknown future ahead.
Which is unpredictable and chilling.

Just to See you Smile

By Tegan LaBarre
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Forgive me, please?
Will you, I’ll beg.
Your eyes avoiding mine stings.
Yet still not as much as the burn,
Of when they occasionally meet mine.
Your pupils, blackened with disdain.
Your lips screaming disgust,
Without moving at all.
I yearn for the air, thick with anger,
To be cut, one smooth motion.

Mistakes happen everywhere,
We just seem not to care.
Whether we know it or we don’t,
They appear or they won’t.
The easiest way to escape them,
Is not to ever make them.

Mistakes: One Thing we all Have in Common

By Kate Foster
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Mistakes are one of the few things that everyone in this world has in common, we all make them. Whether they are big or small, there is no avoiding them. We are all human, so that means we come with faults, we can't always do everything right the first time around. Some people make mistakes more than others, but there is no avoiding them, no one is an exception. Mistakes can teach us lessons, or they can make us lose people we care about. Mistakes can be quickly forgiven or can make a person pay for what they messed up on for the rest of their lives. That’s when forgiving but never forgetting comes in.

Forgiving is always a first way to start, if you believe in your heart that the person who messed up allows another chance to prove themselves, then they deserve it. One thing something a person should never do is forget what happened. Living in what happened in the past and focusing on who made a mistake is not the right thing to do, it holds you back from the future. Having that knowledge in the back of your mind is always a good thing to do to keep you on your feet, just in case that person is starting to make the same mistake another time.

Mistakes are something that a person cannot take back, but that doesn't mean that a person cannot try to fix what happened, whatever that might be. Mistakes help most people grow, and learn how to act differently. Not all people make a positive situation out of mistakes though, some just figure that they can't fix what they did, so they continue to do the same thing they did, and they fall into a deeper hole. Mistakes allow us to relate to other people, and get advice on how to change it. Mistakes are one of the things in life that you can't hide from. How you react to a mistake you or somebody else made, affects the outcome of the entire ordeal, so in the end it’s really up to you.

You’re supposed to learn from your mistakes.
It’s hard when that mistake is choosing the one you love.
He said I could trust him.
He complained that I shouldn’t make him
Pay for the last guys mistakes.
He said he loved me
My mistake was believing him
My mistake was not listening to my friends
When they said he would just play me
He was just like all the rest

As he hung up the phone he realized what he did wrong. He shouldn't have broken up with her. She was an amazing girl, the best he could ever ask for. He had asked her out 4 times. The first 3 she had said no, but the fourth was the happiest moment of his life. Why then, did he dump her?

ramsay mellish is tall,
ramsay mellish will fall,
into a wall,
i have seen.
the roots.....

By: Grant Muir

A Big Mistake

Consumed

By Kristina Wallin
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Footsteps break into a run
Sweat drips down the forehead
Running not from anything in particular
But the thought of being anywhere else keeps the legs moving
Thoughts of regret dance through the mind
And in a world where forgiveness is a rarity
Forgetting seems just as impossible.

personally i enjoy to sniff the majority of things before i eat them. where would we be without a nose? some people can smell bad if you sniff them its grose.........alot of things you sniff can smell good though! like gas! but dont try drinking it! some may smell good but have a bad effect on the body if obsorbed!

By Corey Richardson
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Three columns, three rows, of
Marching soldiers, ready for the battle next,
Keeping up moral, singing a marching tune
Keeping the steep set for them.

Waiting, watching for the coming of their enemy
Resting, marching and prepared to fight.
The enemy is here, giving them a good fight.
The battle is over, enemy was vanquished.

As i ran through the forest i began to pant, all the sudden i became very hungry so i stopped next to a tree. Next to that tree i reached into a hole and pulled out a sandwich, it was ok. i began running and used my matrix mind to create a camel pack which was placed on my back so i could drink the water. That would be odd since i do not like water so it was filled with sierra mist.

Three is for the way you look! at me,
Three is ordinary very extrordinary!,
Three is larger than one! and two,
Three is less than Three! and four,
Three! yes its a number, it makes ne trumble!!
Four! is the best number! better than three!

the boy was young
he had been working since the crck of dawn
he was tired and hadn't slept in days
he was forced to work
to raise money for his family
he was sad
that this is what his life had turned out like.

Little boy of the cotton mill,
his innocence taken away,
and repaid by pennies an hour.
He goes home at dusk,
only later to return.

Mid August of 1909

Dear Journal,