Minds Behind the Imagination Collaboration

Kiley McMahon ’23 Co-editor-in-chief

Melanie McDougal ‘24 Co-editor-in-chief

Associate Editors

Eleanor Jones ’23

Olivia Carlo ’24

Jessica Crocker ’24

Allison Macartney ’24

Zoe Mackey ’24

Lucy Ke ’25

Abigail Matos ’25

Mrs. Anne Monsalve Faculty Moderator and Editor

Mrs. Caitlin Fasano Haug ‘09 Faculty Moderator and Designer

Table of Contents

This deceives me and makes me look pretty. I don’t belong here in this boundless world, Enveloped by enchanted winds and delicacy.

Your natural aura collapses into a never-ending mirror.

Why me?

With my pessimism and terror.

Your casing is gritty like the sand engulfing my feet. Looking at the long-lasting series of my life, emphasizing my defeat.

This appearance of beauty staring back at me with no remorse, Teaching me a lesson.

A world within a world flashing before my eyes,

A Flawed life in disguise.

A World within a world,

The angelic sound fills the infernal silence,

Your cruel majesty completely unfurled.

A vibration so melodic,

But the reflection of morals is oddly quixotic.

How did I get here?

The layers of my torturous life are transient, causing me distress. A world within a world.

You release a roar that triggers the waves and scares the sun. Each faulty memory, I avoid eye contact. You have won.

The Oooohh reminds me of a premature kitten's purr.

What are you trying to say?

The tall mountains howl, flooding the scenery. More reflections cast and somehow, I still gaze at them. A world within a world, it has changed my theory. I am affixed.

Being a part of the world led to the conflict! Departed from reality in a never-ending marathon.

The conductor of this immeasurable place, A mentor in disguise.

Reflecting on my inconsistent life ethics Is my guide to becoming wise.

A world within a wise world.

Can I go back? Carli Amos ‘25

Until We Were Gone

Our lives you’ve turned all topsy-turvy. With machines, you deem more worthy. Of your time and of your money, And forget the lands you have left sullied.

You take our lives for personal gain.

As you hide behind the word “humane.” You take what’s ours without a blink, Yet you wonder why we’ve gone extinct.

You overuse me and watch me flow.

Well, now you shall reap what you have sown. You run me tirelessly until I’m dry. Yet for more of me, you sob and cry.

You turn a blind eye to the burdens we shoulder, For love and family, yet we are treated as lower. For equality and freedom, you question why we plead While you refuse to provide us with what we need.

So, to those who put our lives at stake. And to those who are ignorant to whom they forsake. I’ll tell you once, right here and now, So, take your seats and hunker down.

It will soon be too late to repair. A world plagued by death and despair. Its people will struggle to carry on. Because you didn’t notice until we were gone.

Here lies the rose: Who takes all the blows Of society's throws, Yet continued to grow and arise

Though her vivid beauty Yields many shades for sure, She makes it her duty To bewilder and allure.

Où elle a vieillit,

She grows tough thorns

Parce qu’elle choisit

To acknowledge it rather than mourn

She flaunts her pigment with grandeur, Her features with grace.

When gone, she makes you pander With a smile on her face

She may happen upon hate, Or hurdle into hazard, But she must hold her own weight And her thoughts must stay gathered