Through His Eyes by Corali Medico '20
His voice trailed off
As he gazed far off
His wandering mind
Had no cure of any kind
When it came to her
There was no one he would rather prefer
She drew the eyes of all the men
They all saw her as a perfect ten
Yet she was just seen for her heavenly body
Without it they thought she would be a nobody
But that was not true
Both him and her knew
For he was her King
And she was his Queen
He saw her beauty within
Their journey was about to begin
As he gazed far off
His wandering mind
Had no cure of any kind
When it came to her
There was no one he would rather prefer
She drew the eyes of all the men
They all saw her as a perfect ten
Yet she was just seen for her heavenly body
Without it they thought she would be a nobody
But that was not true
Both him and her knew
For he was her King
And she was his Queen
He saw her beauty within
Their journey was about to begin
First Try by Adriana Olvera '19
She was absent on that day in her 8th grade art class when her teacher had told the class to draw a flower. Her friend passed the word and the next day, after comparing her sketch to other students', she realized she exaggerated.
As The King Says by Richard Mueller '17
As the king says to the turbulent tempest
"Mar on, for you are the fiercest!"
And the winds take back to the glorious past
As to destroy and ruin, it is steadfast
As the king says to the rushing rapids
"Rise on, please show me your hatred!"
And the waters depict our present situation
As to demolish and flood, it's condemnation
As the king says to the raging inferno
"Burn on, leave ashes of the hollows!"
And the flames bring forward a dark future
As to crumble and kill, it can tend to spew, sir
As the king says to the quaking earth
"Part on, level everything for what it's worth!"
And stones tell us a kingdom's story
A story of that kingdom's lack of glory
As the king says to himself in his last breaths
"Live on, my memories of all my peoples' deaths!"
And the blood pours out of that poor old man
Woe is him, what is higher than
Higher than that old man?
"Mar on, for you are the fiercest!"
And the winds take back to the glorious past
As to destroy and ruin, it is steadfast
As the king says to the rushing rapids
"Rise on, please show me your hatred!"
And the waters depict our present situation
As to demolish and flood, it's condemnation
As the king says to the raging inferno
"Burn on, leave ashes of the hollows!"
And the flames bring forward a dark future
As to crumble and kill, it can tend to spew, sir
As the king says to the quaking earth
"Part on, level everything for what it's worth!"
And stones tell us a kingdom's story
A story of that kingdom's lack of glory
As the king says to himself in his last breaths
"Live on, my memories of all my peoples' deaths!"
And the blood pours out of that poor old man
Woe is him, what is higher than
Higher than that old man?
Humphrey Rose by Natalie Birholtz '19
The Digital Lit Flick by Dawid Poddany '19
“This project will count for 20 percent of your grade for the semester...”
Were the words I heard so clearly like a gun going off right next to my head. “The project can be about anything you want, it just has to be presentable to the class” Mr. Labriola, our Digital Literacy teacher stated. Everyone around me had begun pairing up and discussing ideas for their project, I was just sitting in shock on what I was going to do, my facial expression appeared proffesional, but inside I was blank. I had no partner. I wanted a partner so I could easily depend on someone. I didn’t know what my project would be, but at that point, I knew I was solo. I pretended to be sanguine about my situation.
Were the words I heard so clearly like a gun going off right next to my head. “The project can be about anything you want, it just has to be presentable to the class” Mr. Labriola, our Digital Literacy teacher stated. Everyone around me had begun pairing up and discussing ideas for their project, I was just sitting in shock on what I was going to do, my facial expression appeared proffesional, but inside I was blank. I had no partner. I wanted a partner so I could easily depend on someone. I didn’t know what my project would be, but at that point, I knew I was solo. I pretended to be sanguine about my situation.
An excerpt from the memoir, "The Digital Lit Flick."
Dog Balance by Adriana Olvera '19
Adriana made this piece in honour of her love for dogs and mandalas. It also reminds her of her old dog companion she used to have.
All Eyes On Me by Catherine Saponieri '19
The story begins when I decided to chop off more than half of my brown and lengthy hair. Yep, this girl at one point had a straightup buzzcut. Yeah, I know it sounds pretty absurd that a twelve year old girl wanted to cut off most of her doll looking hair, but I did. I strolled into the hair salon, that looked so formal, it could've been mistaken as a five star restaurant. It smelled like they dumped a bottle of hairspray, instead of perfume, onto themselves. I shocked the hair stylist when I told her to get rid of my hair. The sound of the razor buzzing next to my ear was the last thing I remember before looking in the mirror and seeing a complete new look. I examined the tile floor and saw clumps of my hair lying on the ground. Even though I was a shocked that I stuck with the plan, I was still as thrilled as a kid walking into a candy store. Exuberance fluttered my body thinking of going to school and seeing what people would think of my new haircut. The last thing that crossed my mind was that people would look at me differently. I was still Catherine Nicole Saponieri just with a different look, but it still all went downhill from there.
An excerpt from the memoir, "All Eyes On Me."
Beetlejuice by Victoria Drozd '19
A Series Of Political Cartoons By Adriana Olvera '19
What started out as a project became something personal. Adriana wished to achieve a different point of view for people who believe it's a problem and that it doesn't have a major effect on the people immigrating.
If I Can Summon You Again by Grey Skotzko '19
After blasting through whoever came at the business end of my virtual shotgun, the next round started and a couple seconds in, a tiny white animation came at the bottom right of the screen looking like a speaker and sound coming out of it. The game chat notification was going off and the user next to it read “SigmoidDrip420”. The start of that conversation was with him yelling “Protect me cone!” and from that simple Red vs Blue reference grew a great friendship. From that day forward, we had a huge sense of verve once we saw each other get online.
An excerpt from the memoir, "If I Can Summon You Again."
Forktorch by Isabella Pisanko '18
The Classic Roundabout by Richard Mueller '17
And into my deathbed, carve me roses of white
Dress me in the dark of the night, but bathe me in the sun's light
Tell them of how I stood so proud as my shore was ripped up
The tides of life turned and I was frail, weak, not ready for the
roundabout.
Dress me in the dark of the night, but bathe me in the sun's light
Tell them of how I stood so proud as my shore was ripped up
The tides of life turned and I was frail, weak, not ready for the
roundabout.
Zentowl by Adriana Olvera '19
After not being satisfied with the original piece she attempted to make 2 years ago, Adriana went back and redid it from the ground up, taking precise measurements, and made sure it was symmetrical on both sides. The style of art is known as "zentangle," hence the name "Zentowl."
Starry Sunflowers by Victoria Drozd '19
A body art piece, inspired by Van Gogh's "The Starry Night" and "Sunflower" pieces, in which the sunflowers are the stars that light up the night sky. Water-activated body paints and cream paints are used here in this piece.
Lion by Sunny Patel '18
Streetlight by Isabella Pisanko '18
I Saw You by Sarah Centeno
I saw you the other day
You were dressed in black
As if mourning the leave of your bed.
Do you wake with white sheets tousled over
Pillows that swallow you whole,
Mattress so worn it can no longer stay up
With you.
And I wonder,
What do you think about when you can’t sleep?
I think of you.
The way your hair falls in front of your face,
And the curl of your lips
When you give me a coy smile.
The way you don’t look me in the eye,
The same way I can’t look in yours.
I saw you today.
But that’s all I could ever say.
I saw you.
You were dressed in black
As if mourning the leave of your bed.
Do you wake with white sheets tousled over
Pillows that swallow you whole,
Mattress so worn it can no longer stay up
With you.
And I wonder,
What do you think about when you can’t sleep?
I think of you.
The way your hair falls in front of your face,
And the curl of your lips
When you give me a coy smile.
The way you don’t look me in the eye,
The same way I can’t look in yours.
I saw you today.
But that’s all I could ever say.
I saw you.
Pikachu!
Pikachu drawing by Angeline Bernardo
Six Word Story by Raven Olivo
You're my drug. Time to detox.
Bang
This artwork is just too cool for you. Drawing by Alexandra Dato.
A Summer in Chicago
Calm setting with the beautiful blue sky taken by Jordan Vandenberg
We Know How to Party by Angel Rivas
Chi-town
It knows how to party
In the city
City of Chicago
We know how to party
From the streets of calli
To the streets of Addison
Father forgive us for our sins
We just tryna party
From misdirections to missed projections
Misfits and misconceptions
Across from a jail cell that waits for me
Chicago
Knows how to party
TIll the party is ended with a bang
And threats are thrown
Dogs get shot
Next to petco
I’m a city boy
With a city mind
With some city binds
Till they were ripped up
Turns to burps
Baby burps
And I’m coughed up
It knows how to party
In the city
City of Chicago
We know how to party
From the streets of calli
To the streets of Addison
Father forgive us for our sins
We just tryna party
From misdirections to missed projections
Misfits and misconceptions
Across from a jail cell that waits for me
Chicago
Knows how to party
TIll the party is ended with a bang
And threats are thrown
Dogs get shot
Next to petco
I’m a city boy
With a city mind
With some city binds
Till they were ripped up
Turns to burps
Baby burps
And I’m coughed up
Another beautiful anime drawing submitted by Karolina Kurek-Malicka
This is a Movie (We Want Refunds)
by Richard Mueller
Subliminal cinematic experiences
Throughout our hollow, lowly lives
And our shallow hearts and minds
We can't handle the melancholic truth
Because this movie is based on true events
And the soundtrack is nothing, but our desperate cries
Despair driven likenesses shaping our being
Throughout our hollow, lowly lives
And our shallow hearts and minds
We can't handle the melancholic truth
Because this movie is based on true events
And the soundtrack is nothing, but our desperate cries
Despair driven likenesses shaping our being
[Untitled Piece]
Lovely anime drawing by Karolina Kurek-Malicka
The Summer I Was by Sarah Centeno
The distant sound of trains broke habituation,
Sometimes. And I would wake at the slightest
Sound of my name. Because short arms could
Not reach tall cabinets, small hands couldn’t grasp
Large glasses.
Banana boat was the only perfume you needed
And a beach towel was all that you carried.
Gone before noon, and away we went.
Jump in the Pacific, water so cold, I thought I’d freeze.
And the sun so red, it branded my winter skin.
Sticky hands and tongues painted blue while the “big kids”
Played in the street. When the sun would sleep and the moon would wake,
That was our cue to go home.
“You smell like the dirt,” my mother would say,
And that’s the way I like it.
Sometimes. And I would wake at the slightest
Sound of my name. Because short arms could
Not reach tall cabinets, small hands couldn’t grasp
Large glasses.
Banana boat was the only perfume you needed
And a beach towel was all that you carried.
Gone before noon, and away we went.
Jump in the Pacific, water so cold, I thought I’d freeze.
And the sun so red, it branded my winter skin.
Sticky hands and tongues painted blue while the “big kids”
Played in the street. When the sun would sleep and the moon would wake,
That was our cue to go home.
“You smell like the dirt,” my mother would say,
And that’s the way I like it.
Joker
😎Amazingly cool masterpiece by Alejandro Martinez😎
Rynek Krakowski
🌁Shout out to Roxanna Brozek for this beautiful street view from Krakow,Poland 🌁