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AN ORIGINAL POEM FOR VALENTINE'S DAY
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Happy Valentines
By: Blue Spotted Eagle The fluorescent hum, a constant, droning song, Junior year, where everything feels right and wrong. The halls a runway, paved with anxious eyes, Each carefully rehearsed hello, a grand disguise. My heart, a fickle compass, spinning wild and free, Targeting a face across the crowded sea. A shy smile here, a lingering gaze there, Fueling daydreams, floating in the air. I practice casual, rehearse a clever line, Pretend indifference, hoping love will mine The secrets whispered in the hurried break, The stolen glances, for goodness’ sake! But bravery, a fickle friend, will sometimes flee, Leaving tongue-tied, trembling, just plain old me. And then the moment comes, a question tossed with fear, Bearing my affection, both crystal clear and near. The answer, gentle, kind, but ever so precise, A polite declination, a chilling, sweet device. A courteous smile, a whisper, "Just as friends, you know," The fragile bubble of my hope begins to slow. A burning sting, a flush that creeps my face, The echoing silence in this crowded place. The world shrinks down, a spotlight on my soul, The junior year rejection takes its heavy toll. I’ll brush it off, I tell myself, I’ll be okay, Another heartbeat lost along this teenage way. But the ache remains, a dull and nagging pain, A reminder that the heart can break again and again. Yet, even in the sting, a lesson takes its hold, That life’s not crafted as a story to be told Of perfect endings, perfectly aligned, But rather, messy moments, left behind. So, I’ll pick myself up, dust myself off with grace, And face the hallway battles, at a determined pace. For junior year, a whirlwind, always in motion, Is a tapestry of crushes, and heart's sweet devotion. And though rejection stings, it’s part of the design, To grow, to learn, to love, and truly, to be mine. ~happy valentine |
PERSONAL REFLECTIONS OF HEALING
SOUL HEALING
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FORESTS often appear in mythology and Fairy Tales. Forests are often home to spirits, deities, and other magical creatures.
Forests can represent a connection to the divine or the supernatural.
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BY AVA COLEMERE
GUEST WRITER/CCHS JUNIOR My place of healing is deep in the shadowy, mysterious forests of haunted Appalachia, a landscape that feels ancient and filled with secrets. Towering trees, some hundreds of years old, stretch their twisted branches up into the sky, disappearing into a thick, drifting mist that clings to the forest floor like a ghostly blanket. As I step further in, the rich, earthy smell of damp moss and fallen leaves fills my senses, grounding me and making me feel strangely at home. I can hear the faint trickling of a hidden stream nearby, its sound mingling with the eerie silence, as if the forest |
There’s something powerful about being surrounded by this untouched wilderness, as if every shadow and every root holds memories of people who passed through long ago, leaving traces of their lives behind. In the silence, I feel the strength of those who once lived in these hills, who faced life’s hardships and found peace here in these quiet woods.
The forest seems to carry their resilience, and standing among these ancient trees, I am reminded of my own strength and ability to endure. Here, in this haunting yet peaceful place, I find a sense of comfort and healing, feeling as though I am connected to something much greater than myself. POSTED 11/25/25 |
THE MIGHTY OAK
THE ETHEREAL SILVER.BIRCH
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FABULOUS FOREST FACTS
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