Rutland High School

I sit here
Locked In my room
Thinking of you,
Of your smile,
Your laugh,
Urging for a chance
To see you again,
Because I cant stand not seeing
You
It would be just to painful,
I'd be
Searching around every corner,
Anywhere where I go
I just need to see your face,
Just to set my mind at ease,
Because its like you,
Control
My mind with what is going
On in yours.

Thank You

By Colleen Crete
Rutland High School, Grade 11

you are always there for me, through ups and downs
whenever I am frowning you always turn it around
so many inside jokes, and wonderful memories
without you, honestly I don't know where I'd be
I'm here for you when you need it
I'll push you back up even if you want to quit
you have given me so much hope and advice
I don't really know anyone who is nearly as nice
us together, there is nothing that we can't do,
but all I am trying to say is thank you

Teach me everything and nothing.
I see you, everyday, everywhere.
A tree like you would tell me:
just look and you'll see.
So I opened my eyes

Deep underground they are rooted and firm.
They body is hard on the outside,
yet tender and vulnerable inside.
The branches are ideas of the world-
the wind can turn them
this way and that.
But only the tree can decide how they settle.
The leaves adapt to their surrounding.
They change
and leave the tree behind.

Birds will land, and you will be
blessed to help them.
Both sun and cloud are friends,
feeding desires.

"So sway," the tree says. And adds that
other trees may get in the way,
so he says to
keep growing.

So alike
Yet so apart
Like white and black
Or light and dark

Short and tall
But still the same
Double scholars
Sun and Rain

Little Sun
Loves the bright
Skipping like
A bird in flight

Majestic Rain
Enjoys the night
Filled with all
Of a wolf’s might

Sun and Rain
Wolf and bird
Separate stories
But the exact same word

By Poulima Juston
Rutland High School, Grade 10

I could talk to you forever, hours of end
You're the love of my life, not to mention my friend
This love, is irrepressible, it can't be held back
They say this love hurts, but to me it ain't a fact
To me it's fiction
And honestly if you listen
You'll see there's probably somethin' that i'm missin'
The truth is this is really what i'm wishin, for
This love, is what I hope to see when i come through the door
A perfect relationship filled with warmth, love, kisses and more
A love like this is what i'm searchin' for
This love, has caused me to feel so infatuated
This love, caused my heart to become over saturated
With love
The feelin' that connects every single soul
So if you got this love don't ever let it go

By Poulima Juston
Rutland High School, Grade 10

What would i be
If there's anything i could be
I would be a number 23 RB
Shootin spins and jukes up on the NE
Havin people say, "Damn, that kid crazy!"
Because I am
And not because they're standin' next to me
And hopefully, that can be a reality
If that dont work out dont know what I'm gonna be
So I'm trippin' bout if it's gonna be the end of me
Most people decide to lay back, take it easy
But that just ain't how life be
Life is hard especially
If you just got 80's and don't know what you wanna be
What you're good at, or what you're good for
Wanting to do the one thing that you truly adore
But unsure of what it is, probably end up mopping the floor
Or making sum doors
Or doing some chores
But that is not what I stand here for
I stand for shooting the stars, having so much more
And when i get it
Will be when i sit
Till then I will remain, with my legs stiff as I spit

Simple Pleasures of a Snowman

By Emily Patch,
Rutland High School, Grade 12

I don’t really mind
Standing here for a while
Because when people go by
They usually smile

That makes me happy

I like the sun, surprisingly
But only on the coldest days
And the beauty of the clear nights
Can put anyone in a daze

I enjoy that

And when the snowflakes fall
I try to watch every one
I might get a new friend soon
Wouldn’t that be fun?

The thought makes me smile

And when the days get longer
And the nights get warmer
I realize that my time is coming to an end
But my life has been worth its weight in gold

I will melt a happy man

Twinkle twinkle satellite
Flying in the starlit night
Across the sky and Milky Way
But unseen during the day
Flying like a shooting star
Coming near and going far
I’ll make a wish on you tonight
During your celestial flight

I ran through the woods
Carefully dodging the branches
Trying not to snap twigs
Trying not to make a noise

I ran as the fog
Was slowly settling in
And the beasts of the night
Were opening their eyes

I had to get back home
To my hole in the ground
Before the lone wolf
Cried its solemn cry

I had to get home
Before the owl took flight
And silently watched
For any sign of life

I finally got home
As the moon began to rise
Lighting the dark sky
Casting shadows in the night

And I got home just in time
For outside I heard steps
Large and lumbering
A hunter in the night

Locker 218. You hear people talk about it the moment you walk in the door as a freshman. No one wants to be assigned that locker. There’s a curse on it they say, and if you get assigned that locker, you will have horrible bad luck and failing grades for the rest of your life. This year, I was the lucky student assigned locker 218.
“Ari!” I cried to my best friend. “What do I do? I have locker 218!”
“I don’t know. Do you even believe the stories?” she replied.
“How do you explain the valedictorian dropping to the bottom 10 percent of the class in a single semester last year? He had this locker!”
“Right… I forgot about that. So what do you think you are going to do?” she asked methodically putting her books in her locker.
“I have no idea, but I have to break the curse.”

I ran through the woods
Fleeing in terror
From what lie behind
I ran through the woods
Not sure what to do
Afraid of what lies ahead
I ran through the woods
Going in circles
Trying to make up my mind
With minimal success
I ran through the woods
Looking for an escape
But will I ever find one?
Will I ever find you?

It's okay
That's in the past
No damage was done
I am who I am today
Because of me
That's who I have chosen to become
You feel bad but don't
I've moved on
I lied when I said
That I didn't remember
The truth is I do
But it doesn't stop me
From living the life I desire
It's not your fault I do the stuff I do
I do it because It's something that's lacking
In my everyday life
I've learned to live with that fact

My lullaby

By Erin Trzcinski
Rutland High School, Grade 12

Cradled in your arms
My head upon your chest
I hear your heartbeat
Strong and steady.
I listen to your breathing
Slow and deep.
Listening to the rhythm of your heart
Coupled with your breaths
It never fails to lull me
Into a deep, peaceful sleep.

I'll Show You

By Colleen Crete
Rutland High School, Grade 11

You think you know me
But you don't
Just wait and see
And I will show you what I can be.

There was this boy.
Everything I knew before we met...
Everything I learned after...
All lies.
The glimmer of his eyes and the words he said
Meant nothing to him, but had the oposite effect on me.
Nothing feels better than always having someone captivating around.
[[I don't believe that captivating has ever been used as an adjective but then again there's a first time for everything.]]
My name was Naivety
And he was taking advantage.
Still, I was having the time of my life.
Then Deciet came along and stole his heart out of my hands...
And he disappeared.
He is different now; changed.
And the "I'm sorry"s were the emptiest words I (n)ever heard.
broken.badnews.
goodbye. you left and took my feelings with you.

Again. . . None

By Casey Hayes
Rutland High School, Grade 12

I wish you could see
The look on your face at this precise moment.
The way those blue eyes sparkle.
And your lashes seem to be taking a nap.
You're only half-smiling
'Cause you're not entirely sure
How to handle me.
[Or this situation.]
I'm sorry I'm a disaster.
[I never meant to drag you down with me.]

You told me love was a waiting game.
[I'm always waiting.]
That was some time ago now...
Before the tear stained faces;
Broken smiles.
And just after everything
STOPPED
Making sense.
You remind me of the tilt-o-whirl at amusement parks;
The way you spin too fast...
And make me sick from time to time.
I wish you could hear me speak these words.
Cuz I've decieved you into
Be[lie]ving
You had no affect on me.

My Angel

By Colleen Crete
Rutland High School, Grade 10

Sweet sounds of the calming river soothe my soul
Fragrant grasses fill the air from the hills that roll
My little sitting stone, from which I observe this beautiful day
Off in the distance I hear the children play
I feel this presence next to me when I am alone
Even though I have this feeling, yet nothing has shown
Bad days when you think nothing can help
Thoughts of my angel put a smile on my face
He may not be there but that is not the case
Always in my heart he will be set in stone.

The Face of Time Past

By Emily Kulig
Rutland High School, Grade 10

The boy tried to balance the door as he opened it unsteadily for his mother and father. The mother shook her fur coat as she walked in, and the little boy took off his hat and gloves. The father brushed off his shiny new shoes.

They took a seat in one of the pews closer to the front with a scowl from the father, as their normal seat was in the back. The father knelt down to pray, and the mother and the little boy followed suit. The boy, who’s name was Jacob, finished quickly, sat back and made shapes and animals with his hands.

Redemption

By Erin Trzcinski
Rutland High School, Grade 11

I know I'm beyond your forgiveness
I know that I've scarred you.
But, please, at least hear me out
Listen to what I know is true.

You don't really understand
I do love you, more than anything.
You were the first to treat me like a person
And, in return, I destroyed your everything.

I've hurt you more than I'll ever know
Strangled your heart and broken it, too.
Ripped the wings off the back of my angel
Shattered the very essence that is you.

But you can't leave me, I need you!
Without you, I'll go even more insane!
You're the one person that I've ever loved
That can pierce the madness of my brain.

You are the light to my darkness,
The beautiful angel of my life.
Being with you can bring me some peace
Put at bay all of the pain and strife.

I can never express how sorry I am
I wish I could take everything back.
I want to redeem myself in your eyes

I am drawn to you
Yet, somehow
Repulsed by you.
I am confused by you
And still
I see right through you.
We are a prime example of
Opposites attract
I fall down, you pick me up
I fall back down again.
I can't bear
The look in your eyes...
So, why can't I
Bring myself to
Look away?
The tangle in my head
Embraces my heart
I smile and move toward you
My head says to leave
To stop torturing myself
Why can't I walk away...?

I am
Staring out the window
And the
Shimmer
Of the sky
Reminds me of
Your pretty eyes.
Each time I
Lay my head down, I
See me beside you.
Nothing and everything
Intertwine
Yet, somehow it
Doesn't seem so
Catastrophic
Anymore; maybe because
You're so captivating

Fear

By Robert Knox
Rutland High School, Grade 11

Trying to hide
From something
That can't really
Harm me in
Any way possible
But it still
Creates a sense
Of panic in my head
I try everything
That I can
Think of
But nothing works
You walk in the door
And I get up
And run to you
But you aren't
Really there
Just another
Hallucination
Just like always
I return to
My corner, shivering
Wondering when these
Hallucinations
Of you will
Finally end
And the fear that
Has taken root
In my mind
Will finally be
Erased

Just a Dream?

By Robert Knox
Rutland High School, Grade 11

You go down stairs
To a surprising
Family breakfast
Your parents say
That they want
To rebuild their
Relationship with you
This all seems
To be too good
To be true
You leave for school
Everything seems to
Be going great
You get the
Highest grade on
That test that
Everyone thought
They were going
To fail
You rekindle
That flame with
Your ex-boyfriend
And are talking
To your best friend again
Towards the end
Of the day when
You are actually
Looking forward to
Going home, you
Get called down to
The principal's office
And are told that
Your house was
Set ablaze with
Your family inside
It doesn't seem right
Just when everything
Was starting to work
You arrive home with
Tears in your eyes
And wake up to
The sound of
The alarm clock
It was all
Just a dream
None of that
Actually happened
You get dressed
And go down stairs
To a surprising
Family breakfast

Reflection

By Robert Knox
Rutland High School, Grade 11

I look at my
Reflection
In the water
And I wonder
If the person
That I see
Is really me
Or if it's
Someone who
Looks like me
Living on the
Other side
And looking into
The water and
Thinking the
Same thing
Is it just a
Reflection?
Or is it
Something more?

It's all too much
For me to handle
I close my eyes
And try to sleep
But all I can see
Is your face
Crying because
I abandoned you
I didn't do that
I wasn't even there
When it happened
How am I responsible?
But the single fact
That I wasn't there
Is enough to keep
Haunting my dreams
And preventing me
From getting any
Sleep

The love of mine, she cannot -- will not see.
Deep within, I yearn to know the secret.
Can she truly love? Will she truly love?
My heart is beating oh so much to know.
As she wields her taunting sword of heartbreak,
I send up my shield and awaiting sword.
Fear her: she claims not a guard of mercy;
She’s only known for her offensive strike.

Whisper

By Robert Knox
Rutland High School, Grade 11

I need
Just a whisper
Just some word
That it's all right
Nothing's wrong
Just a whisper
In the wind
Would satisfy me
So please
Give it to me
Just a whisper
Don't walk away
All I want
Is a whisper
To tell me
Everythng's fine
Between us
Please
All I need
Is a
Whisper

A Dilly of a Dolly

By Emily Patch
Rutland High School, Grade 11

It was a long and tiring night. My mom and I were coming home from a long day at school or in her case work. Our home was being remodeled and the carpets were all up in our living room. All of the furniture was taken out of the living room in anticipation for the new wood floor, and all that remained was plywood for flooring. There was one thing in that room though; a bright red furniture dolly.
The little distraction of the red coming in the door gave me what I thought would be a good idea. I put down my jacket and ran up to it calling my mom over.

Excuses Never Work

By Emily Patch
Rutland High School, Grade 11

“Do you have you homework?” the teacher asked in an aggravated voice.
“Um… My homework?” I repeated trying to take up some time so I could come up with a story.
“Yes, your homework. Do you have it or do you not?”
“Well, you see, I did my homework, but,” I started my story. “I went to my grandma’s house and decided to do my homework at the picnic table.”
“Don’t tell me that it got blown off by the wind.”
“No… My grandma went to the store to get some food for the goat. The goat was so hungry that it chewed through the fencing and got out.”
“And then it ate your homework?”
“No. The fence was electric fencing and it touched the wood. After a while, the wood got so hot that it caught the goat house caught on fire. The picnic table was right near the fire so…”
“So your homework caught on fire?” she asked uninterested.