Scripta Book 2016

Free-ksBy Lauren BurkeThey are like magnets repellingagainst the norm theycome and go like the tidepools filled withpearls are so painfully cheap compared tothe gold flakes on their heartsand the way they laugh. They are more than just the word freedom. They are less than the word free.Limited EmotionsOlivia WisniewskiSecond Place Drawing

IntrospectionBy Mariah NelesenHonorable Mention PoetryThe void of space and soundGrows largerIt invites me inThe diminishing light welcomesdeep thoughtsandgentle whispersSolitude and individuality convergePrompting wings to take flightCreativity to soarBoundaries to crossGoals to achieveThoughts that should be ignoredresurfaceShakily I speak them aloudPiercing the unknown expanseMaybe they will disappearthese thoughts make new soundsuncomfortableandoff tunevowels and consonants don’t matchFrom clarity to ambiguity I totterbetween present and futurefrom reality to fantasyAre they dark clouds or glimpses of daylight?I flutter hesitantlyUnsure where to land my trembling feetbecause to dwell too longencourages a false reality

On The EdgeKatherine Koning

Strewn BeautyTessa VanDeWalker

RaysBethany VanOeffelen

The Sun Will RiseBy Katherine KoningThe darkness hides as night slips away.The birds come out to greet the day.In our hearts, their songs will stay.The sun will rise, as a morning prize.Sweet and gentle, the morning air,On wings of wind, so fresh and fair.Through flowers and plants, the sun will glare.The sun will rise, as a morning prize.No rain or storms to block the sun.The birds in the sky through the sky they run.The wisps of clouds in the sky are spun.The sun will rise, as a morning prize.

A Love Poem To My Fellow SeniorsBy Alex Fryeour time here is almost over.these four walls are caving in,and what was made to be the world for usis quickly fading into a distant memory.barely even pretending to care anymoreis becoming the latest trend,something called “senioritis”,and reminiscing on our earlier yearsis the latest gossip.an end is drawing nearbut with it, an exciting new beginning.friends, I love you.the best of luck to you in your future endeavorsbut please don’t forget your time in this placeand with these people.don’t forget how much you matterto your teachers, to me,and to your friends and families.don’t forget the community we’ve built here,and don’t forget the love.remember the impact you’ve made,however big or small it may seem.remember getting your heart brokenand piecing it back together.remember rocking that soloand getting the part you wanted in the play.remember acing that pre-calc testand winning the game no one believed you could.remember being a freshman oncebecause maybe it’ll happen againbut not in this place —not with these people.our time here is almost over,but there’s still so much in store for us.so don’t be quick to check out just yet, guys.let’s keep doing life together.

GraceSebastian Larsen