Throughout the Week
Avery Piktel
Wake up
Get home
Eat ood
Sleep
Hi h-five
Handshake
Eat ood
Sleep Computer
Typin
/Low battery
*Beep*
No countryside
No pet do
No dream job
Eat
Conversate about homework.
Then strai ht home, no peep
No Canada.
No syrup
No ice-skatin
Sleep
Thin sI´llneverdo,
Thin sI´llneverkeep
I´ll just
Wake up
Get home
Eat ood
Sleep
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Untitled, Lindsey Prims
Beauty In the Inside, Lindsay Uribe 15
My One True Love, The Color Green
Katie Wiklund
Green is the color o calmness and peace
It reminds me o the leaves up above Layin on my back, listenin to eese
O spendin time with the one who you love
Green is the color o pleasure and joy
It reminds me o a warm summer's day
Me and my brother playin with a toy
O us on swin s, me pushin him away
Green is the color o trust and belie
It reminds me o tellin all my tales
In terms o storytellin , I was chie
O finishin and lettin out exhales
Green is the color that runs the whole world
As all-encompassin as a fist, urled
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Oct. 5, Kelsey Elman
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Untitled, Sinia John
Sidetracked
Avery Piktel
Hey reminder!
Your riend said to listen to:
Bob Dylan
Pink Floyd
Lil Yachty
Paranoid Android.
Listen toDrake
Taylor Swi t
And your riends et annoyed.
Listen to
The person you said will always be a raid
Listen to your randmother, in denial, at such a ripe a e.
Listen to the voices at ni ht that keep them awake
Listen to the irl who says oh my God, It’s annoyin or God’s sake
Listen to yoursel et off track be ore you can makeEven just a simple reminder.
And you already break.
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Fireworks on a Cold Ni ht Russell Rawhoo
A Wish Tazz DeVries
A wish can evolve.
It does not disappear, but instead chan es just as the person who made the wish in the first place chan es, too.
All o those pennies and quarters and whatnot tossed in the ountain o this Italian restaurant I went to; all the times I looked out to the stars in the hopes they’d have somethin more to offer me; all the times I laid in bed, mani estin that tomorrow would be better than the day I had just led—they weren’t or nothin .
I’m sure many o those wishes weren’t ranted.
They weren’t ranted not because the wish ailed to all into place, but because they became somethin more—other thin s that ulfilled my li e just as much as the ori inal wish could’ve.
In all o the wishes I have made, I wished or one o two thin s:
Or to be okay. To finally be content with where I’m at.
I can say now that both types o wishes have been ulfilled. I suspect that each wish o mine will all into place eventually, slippin under my radar.
Althou h many who I’ve wished on have le t me in this walk o li e—not throu h death, mind you, thou h partin is a type o death still—I still hope they are all doin well. I treasure those who have stayed with me, and those I have stayed with in return over the years.
I a stroke o luck, or ate, or anythin out o the ordinary didn’t rant my wishes, then in some way, I bet I did on my own.
For someone else who I loved dearly to love me back, or to see them or all their worth,
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Trash the Dra on Shiloh (Kelly) White
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The Pla ues Trail, Joanne Montu ar 22
Anxiety, Ruby Lester
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Late Ni hts Sara Belec
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Sundown Lindsay Uribe
Star
He said he was a star
Or that’s what he implied
I believed it, a simple lie
But it was easy enou h to trick me into it
Because I used to love the stars
Those months where every memory swirls
Crashin and turnin in all directions
Slicin and cuttin , but they are unaware o this
They just wait to be remembered
I et that eelin a ain
Like I need to believe that lie
So, his name becomes a little easier to say
So, I'm not as a raid as I need to be
To be naive o those tricks and ames
To be naive o memories
To be naive o him
I think o riskier thin s durin these colder months
Like textin that supposed star
I never do but the pressure stays
He’s not worth my time
But I eel like I should be the one to apolo ize
Because o course, I blame mysel
Even thou h, I'm not entirely at ault
But durin that time, it does eel that way
I can’t help but doubt mysel
thou h, that part o me was taken away
I still try to think it’s still there
because i I lie to mysel I can stay naive
the ni ht is dark and clear
The stars shine as bri htly as they can
Tryin to et me to notice them
But I don’t like the stars anymore
I appreciate the ni ht, but it terrifies me at the same time
So calm but so vulnerable
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Calm ni hts like these can brin waves o storms
Pulses o sudden violent impulses floodin into my head
thou hts that I would be hunted down and preyed upon Not always but it’s possible that there’s a chance
The stars sparkle and twinkle; sure, that I'll be fine
But I continue to i nore the stars
Because they mean nothin to me now
Because I don’t like them anymore
Because they’ll never chan e themselves to be better
Always lookin rom above, thinkin they’re better than everyone else
The seasons have chan ed and passed
It’s warm and soon the leaves will all and crash onto the round
A quiet symphony o muted colors and amiliarity, nostal ia
There are so many leaves that you’ll have to rake them into crunchy brown piles
Soon they’ll turn black as they’ll rot into the round to return to the Earth
But only time will tell
The harsh cold will still come and brin the flush o bad memories
Ni httime is harsher than be ore
The possibility o ettin rostbite has become reality
The worst rost rushes towards me in swarms
Trappin me
Feedin on me
Leavin nothin le t
And then I have ni hts where I let everythin out on a plate
The served ood, consumed, but I leave eelin unsatisfied
Always havin an empty eelin , even thou h I took as much as needed
Then rost consumes everythin I thou ht I had
Durin those months I am inhuman, I have become the rost
But it ets better when the cold leaves
Because then the rost melts
And you are human, you are real once a ain
Now, I appreciate precious oran e stones
They’re so beauti ul
the best kind o imper ect
Because they’re per ect to me
I love them and I would collect every one o those crystals to prove their worth to me
Because they are so much better than everyone thinks they are
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Even i it’s a common stone
It’ll always be the best out o the bunch
They’ll always have their flaws
But I love them endlessly
And maybe with this new ound love, I could learn to appreciate the stars a ain
Because maybe, the stars have chan ed too
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Kimoshi Mia Hirayama
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Paper Boat Ed ar Medina Rodri uez
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ents, GeriAnn
Moral A
Kelly
Moon Shadow
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Harrison Levy
The Creations Staff would like to thank in no particular order, the Visual Arts Department, Aimee Loni ro, and the Creative Writin Club or all their help this year.
Creations, Volume 45, was produced by the Creations Staff at Warren Township Hi h School in Gurnee, Illinois.
Fonts include: Bowlby One, Com ortaa, and Arial
Submissions by Warren students are shared via Goo le Drive throu h www.d121.or with name, IL, and title o work included and blind-jud ed by the Creations Staff.
Creations Staff
Mia Hirayama
Geri Kelly
Jasmine Morkeh
Priyal Patel
Makena Salm
Kahlia Williams
Sponsor: Ms. Knutson
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