Voices & VisionsFauquier High School’s Literary and Art Magazine Volume 52 2017-2018 Soaring Imagination, Digital Art, By Illa Rochez 705 Waterloo Road, Warrenton, VA 20186 [email protected] (540) 347-9100
Page Title Student NameNumber Androsian Sunrise Alex Craig Cover Soaring Imagination Illa Rochez 1 Gen Z Nayellia Arellano 4 Rock On Anna Petty 5 Tunnel Max Gannon 6 Through the Looking Glass Elisabeth Sutton 7 Monster McKayla Thomason 8 Scum of the City Darby Smith 9 Puddle Play Kaylee Janickey 10 Refill Russell Adams 11 Paper People Abbi Findley 12 Queen of Hearts Zita Ribeiro 13 Heart Josh Tates 14 Surreal Self Portrait Nayeli Arellano 15 The Inevitability of Time Will Heltzel 16 Fall Leaves Piper Jefferson 17 Fenris Daneil Mclinden 18 Self Love Nayeli Arellano 19 Season before Last Winter Joshua Cunningham 20 Snow Prints Heather Buckley 21 Sakura Dream AJ Pope-Wilson 22 Reflections Kyra Marquez 23 Panic Shayla Bradsher 24 Sound In Space Olivia Miller 25 A Fishy View Julia Fork 26 Glowbox Ethan Sears 27 Home Russell Adams 28 The Looking Glass Kaylee Janickey 29 Leaving Earth Madeline Bishiop 30 Jellyfish Julia Fork 31 Centerfold Alex Craig 32 Centerfold Alex Craig 33 Rhinos Baillie Whittington 34
Page Title Student NameNumber An Angry God Josh Tate 35 Downside Up Sofie Marino 36 Look! Hunter Smith 37 Friendship Emma Chesley 38 Hike Rhi Child 39 I am Universal Josh Tate 40 I am Universal Josh Tate 41 In the Presence of Absence Chris Agey 42 Tired Tire Hunter Smith 43 Flower boy Illa Rochez 44 Love Is Elisabeth Sutton 45 Magical Night Bethany Blalock 46 Rice Lights Kalyee Janickey 47 Nostalgia Maharun Mia 48 Masquerade Jessica Warren 49 Rain and Flowers Emily Avey 50 Greenhouse Heather Buckley 51 Trendy Tiles Kaylee Janickey 52 Antwerpen Holly Robinson 53 Stockholm Brooke Richard 54 Mirror Aj Prudham 55 Chain Linked Heather Buckley 56 Grey & Green Kevin Mulliss 57 Molly Audrey Harper 58 Riley Bethany Blalock 59 Secrets Shael Stromburg-Brusco 60 The Bench on Bent Creek Elisabeth Sutton 61 I am My Monster Julia Fork 62 I am My Monster Julia Fork 63 Strange Bird Calls Alex Craig 64
Gen Z By Nayeli Arellano We are born with Wi-Fi buzzing between our brains and raised dancing with the bullets of war on TV born smelling the leftover smoke of 9/11 we live in a war no one can see it rings in our phones and explodes in our schools our eyes drenched in the blood of another black man killed on our screens marching through life with people whispering in our ears “stop complaining” “you’re ruining everything” we are the first and second generation of immigrants and those whose ancestry dates back to colonial times we are the dreamers who were plucked from the sky and allies who help us shine we joke of our deaths when its a real possibility our fingers memorize the patterns of technology and unlearn the pattern of religion we flourish and like the moon uncover our sexualities in a typhoon of prismatic pigment we are the generation of moon and stars of smoke and bullets of voices and visions4 Voices and Visions
Rock On 5Volume 52Oil Colored Pencils By Anna Petty
Tunnel Film Photo graphy By Max Gannon6 Voices and Visions
Through the Looking Glass By Elisabeth Sutton Down in the tunnels Through the manhole Underground My heart beating faster As the heat rises My left foot finds the next rung My right hand follows suit Down Down the rabbit hole Into an underground wonderland Chasing the white rabbit that is adventure I look up and see the street lights And faces covering the night sky Watching me Reach the bottom safely I look down and see the dim lights And faces covering the dirt floor Watching me Reach the bottom safely My feet hit solid ground and they cheer Those I’ve known a lifetime A year A night. 7Volume 52
Monster By Mckayla Thomason Let’s create a monster Let’s make it- no, him- tower above everything Let’s make him powerful enough to tear apart cities Let’s give him a voice that booms and causes his enemies to tremble Let’s fill his heart with hatred and bigotry Let’s fill his mind with selfishness and superiority Let’s give him the ability to destroy everything in his path We shall call this monster “Man”8 Voices and Visions
Scum of the City 9Volume 52 CollageBy Darby Smith
Puddle Play Photography By Kaylee Janickey10 Voices and Visions
Refill By Russell AdamsI was prescribed some medicine yesterdayFive little pills to quiet my headHow much of Russell’s leftafter doing what the doctors saidOne red and white for ADD, hearing buzzing so I cannot sleepduring daytime when teachers speak, about topics that slip through me like sandKeep me quiet when my instincts scream, left impressions on em when I leavethat I didn’t get enough attention at home, the trouble childDoubled up the dosage when I struggled during school daysNow I’m zonin, focused on a speck on the lunch tray“Why you always starin’ into space with that wack look on your face?”Before I respond, it takes a few seconds to decide what to say, delayPop two pink candies for OCD, cuz I kept on doing the stranger thingsSpend my time washing loads of laundry or cutting my hair over the sinkWithout even questioning my ways of thinkingNot even satisfied with the blood I bleed, till it runs cleanThe thing about the pills is that I can’t stopfor more than two days before the serotonin dropAnd the thoughts and mood swings and buzzing come backBack to the beginning of the endTwo more at night to make me slump, rough as drywall, taste like dustToss and turn and cover up, can’t remember dreams when the morning comesMy hand moves right back to my drugs 11Volume 52
Paper People By Abbi FindleyI once heard a boy tell a girl Maybe you just don’t want a mess“There’s a little paper me, and a little Maybe it’s the words I write that linepaper you.” the streets, the clouds, the trees, andAnd they lived in a big ‘ol paper world their leavesFull of lines of red and blue Maybe it’s because you don’t thinkThey lived in love, they lived in whis- paint splatters will mix with roughpers draftsTheir house wasn’t perfect and their Or maybe it’s because paper girlsgovernment was falling have to love paper boysBut they still had hope and they still Either way, I’ll still sit on paper Saturnhad love And watch you dance upon its ringsSo loved while they hoped Until you pull me down to youAnd hoped while they loved Like you regularly doBut… And you’ll show me how to paintThey had a different kind of paper And how to make worlds out of col-They had lines, we have dots ors instead of wordsTheir everything was uniform and Your hair will match its ringsnothing was misplaced Your laugh will match the seaColors where there should be And lovely when I’m down here withSmoke when necessary youThey shared a beautiful paper world I think I’m made of paper, maybeand sometimes I feel like you forgot roses, maybe rainYou don’t live in my paper world And that maybe, just maybeYou said yourself you can’t We could have our very own paperEven though I didn’t ask world12 Voices and Visions
Filled with crayon-written novels, However, with a small smile on myand sidewalk-chalk masterpieces lipsBut then you’ll get lost in your Because I can hear you hummingpaints about white and red dressesLike you do every time Still, I’ll always wish that our worldsSo I’ll slowly walk back up to my could be the samestoop on paper Saturn Where little paper girls don’t have toAnd watch you scribble on its rings love little paper boys Queen of HeartsColored Pencils/Charcoal Zita Ribeiro 13Volume 52
Heart By Josh TateThe beat of the ocean Echoes of days and months and yearsSalt spray at warWhite flashes EchoesA breezeGrey clouds And breathingChills BreathingSkin BreathingBreathingBreathing And under watery depths there is thatBreathing willMy feet are curled around the edge That wantSails are rustling behind me and the wind Not knowing what fire may smolderis swallowing up my skin in a cocoon of deep in the oceancold wet What fire may crest inside meSound and salt and sea and Stinging my eyes like saltStorms dance on the tip of my tongue Singing like a kettle in my fistsThere is ozone in the air In the sails which beat and batter likeLightning in the clouds lungsThe beat of the sea in my mouth Like the edge of my voiceLike my heart It is sharp and heavyThrobbing I can feel it cutThreatening to bust through the hull like Like vomit boiling inside mea bull Or the spray and foam of the rabidThere are mountains rising up between sea which licks my feet curled over theus edge of this boatAnd crashing down into themselves I am trying to tame itThey are at war This body which lies beneath meTooth and nail Sprawled out for milesTearing the parts to shreds but they are Its fingers touching the corners of thisstill whole good Earth and feeling nothing but theHungry beasts beat of its own skinGrey waters The blood rushing to every tipThey say we are legion I am the heartWrapped around the core of hell Sitting at the eye of this storm Which beats the drum of the heartbeat14 Voices and Visions Which strikes each and every breath
I am the sea Surreal Self Portrait Watercolor + PencilAnd the coasts around it By Nayelia ArellanoA restless heartBreathing 15Volume 52BreathingBreathingPumping salt and ironthrough the veins of thisworldAs I fall inI am fire and the waterwhich quenches itI am sound and silenceI am the seaStruggling to keep myhead above my ownbriney skinI will not drown in thisplaceAnd some days I mayrage but others I driftslowI am the seaIn crest and dipIn salt and waterIn silence and stormI am the seaAnd deep below mePounds a heartWhich beats on everyribcage and crabcageWaiting to learn from thestorm or the silenceHow not to drown
The Inevitability of Time By Will HeltzelLike an obsolete ship being hauled awayOr the departed, in a grave, left to stayLike taxes being collected in AprilOr the wailing of the school bell, cold and shrillThe mold on the bread that never gets eatenThe victor prevails, the loser is beatenMilky Way and Andromeda must collideDisdain always rises, their love will subsideAcetylcholine will cause muscle flexionSomething wonderful dies, result? DejectionNight will always come to take the place of daySorrow emerges, happiness fades awayLike melting poles who can’t stop temperatureLovely things are ruined, this is my nature16 Voices and Visions
Fall Leaves PhotographyBy Piper Jefferson 17Volume 52
Fenris Film Photography By Daniel Mclinden18 Voices and Visions
Self Love By Nayeli Arellanoit’s taking a seedthat’s invisible to mostplacing it on the tongueand letting it grow within your bellywatering it with every rise and set of the sunnever failing to tend itembracing your unique buds and leavesnever cutting the flowers from the stemsit’s embracing your roots deep within the chestand embracing the roses from the flesh 19Volume 52
Season Before Last Winter By Joshua Cunningham It has been so long I can’t believe you’re gone. Why did you go so soon I heard that final call. I can’t stand as tall, Ever since last fall. I remember our jokes Now my throat chokes. I buried you. I buried a piece of myself too.20 Voices and Visions
Snow Prints PhotographyBy Heather Buckley 21Volume 52
22 Voices and Visions Sakura Dream Water-Color Paint By AJ Pope-Wilson
By Kyra MarquezDo you see that girl there?The one with the really dark hair.Her eyes widen as she stares looking for something better,somewhere.As she looks she sees things only getting worse.As you look all you want to do is look away, but something like “the force” is holding your gaze.You can see the kindness and you can see the pain.But every time you look it’s like nothing is gained.Gone is great gratitude for her mother’s big brown eyes andlong hair.Gone is all pity when your eyes care to meet.For there in her eyes you see light and she sees the same.You both smile, because what you saw in each other, explained.You saw triumph and victory.You both saw a change and a contradictory.You saw....all of the things in the world , that are good.You saw....what you could.Now you lift your hand and touch the cold surface and realizenot all mirrors let you focus. 23Volume 52
Panic By Shayla Bradsher Every new sound is an assault, from the crash of cymbals to the whisper of a breeze. Every squeak, tap, fizzle, and beat swirls together in an unwanted symphony. The noise gets louder, louder, and louder Until... Silence.24 Voices and Visions
Sound in Space 25Volume 52 CollageBy Olivia Miller
A Fishy View Photography By Julia Fork26 Voices and Visions
Movie Night By Ethan SearsMy stomach is broiling and I’m the happiest man alive. Greatblue arcs of light turn the darkness of my basement into a spi-derweb of glossy silk. The fidgeting, swimming rays carve outour silhouettes from the couch and splatter us onto the wall likemoths trapped in street lamps.We all stare entranced at the glowbox. There’s a pond in it. Andunderneath the glass surface the frogs and fish and lilypads areswirling around, telling us their story. As their light fires throughus we are swimming with them. I’m going to vomit and I’m thehappiest man alive.Grubs are crawling up the walls of my insides, my old-manhands shake and I’m sweating even though I’m shivering. Ijump myself onto my feet and my brain fills with heavy, colorfulfog that infectiously spreads down my limbs. I throw open thesliding glass door and run into the darkness. The cold night airgallops over me and nearly throws me off my feet, but I’m run-ning. I get onto my hands and kneesand justhurl.And I am relieved. 27Volume 52
Home By Russell Adams There’s nothing to do The hands of the clock move like snails as we gaze There’s nothing here except a laundromat There’s nothing here except an ice cream shop There’s nothing here except small businesses run by small people What is there to do Taking fate into one’s own hands takes a deep breath and effort Look around you And maybe it’ll fall into your hands War Town, USA Population: Snore Is ten times better than Disneyland And much more intimate Nothing to do here? Knock on a neighbor’s door and ask for advice Elbows on the TV tray and water gun fights Thanks for being my sandbox28 Voices and Visions
The Looking Glass PhotographyBy Kaylee Janickey 29Volume 52
Jellyfish Photography By Julia Fork30 Voices and Visions
Leaving Earth By Madeline BishopYour eyes slowly dulled fogging over with hate for theworld.you stopped caring, your reflection slowly fading, slowly.you mind became an empty cave where it was once fullof life.your once wild brown bear hair was flowing, now hunglimply.you stopped talking lost in nothingness, no escape.your once light cocky smile no longer playing your lips.you left, leaving an empty shell of your body.you left me, to walk this earth with no companion at myside.you so young a freshly bloomed flower only to shriveland wilt.you left the earth sad, but i hope you’re happy 31Volume 52
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Mangrove 33Volume 52PhotographyBy Alex Craig
Rhinos Mixed Media By Bailie Whittington34 Voices and Visions
An Angry God By Josh Tatelast night I awoke in a cold cold sweat the silence was broken by breaths which heaved and flew from my lips bounced from my tongue like a lemming from a ledge the dream’s claws pricked the back of my neck set deep in the hairs which cling to my skin like grass set heavy by morning dew a question littered my lips a song flew from my ears the memory faded the memory plaguing my insomniac eyes eyes which gazed into pools of darkness eyes which had reached within a dream eyes which saw dream worlds which danced worlds where mountains retched like dogs where mountains and peaks whispered where the sky was made of jagged points where the storms of some secret hell raged worlds I can’t remember but where I was falling until I woke up and realized the black pools in which I gazed gazed back with a reflection a reflection I could hardly remember a cold reflection of myself an angry god 35Volume 52
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tsuj dnArt emac tIw eht woNt-yspot llAht ton s’tIy tuohtiWedisnwoD niraM eifoS yB Look! Film Photography By Hunter Smith 37Volume 52
Friendship By Emma Chesley From dreaming big to thinking small, From discussing the universe, religion, and all to laughing about the stupidest things we can think of Life seems so great until you ponder the thought that one day we might begin to fade into something that we’re not Through tough and easy Through thick and thin Just know that I’ll always be your friend.38 Voices and Visions
HikePhotographyBy Rhi Child 39Volume 52
I am Universal I am poking holes in this existence with every breath beat, every heart By Josh Tate pump, every internal compression of my eyelids which dance fromI am Universal light to light Scanning heaven for ghost traces ofThe blood of stars flows through myselfme I am UniversalHot steam and ash, smolderinghydrogen compressed by skin Comprised of the atoms containedwrapped hard round my tepid form in the big bangMy heart is an engine Catapulted into the dark foreverChuffing smoke and CO2 into the I am the culmination of milleniaair,filling the skies with myself Building and buildingI am Universal And I am only a step in the jour- ney of the atoms in and below andWoven from the veins of the sky like around my skinchains, tied to the stars formingconstellations Through my bonesMy blood is the hydrogen which Making up my mindburns white hot in pockets of lightin the darkness I am UniversalAnd my heart shines in the com- But in me is not void, it is not coldpression and push of galaxies and empty, but instead there is a vast pool of dark littered with shim- mering galaxies, seas of light glis- tening in the reflection of myself as hungrily I gaze out onto an unknown40 Voices and Visions
In me the cold emptiness of the With the blood of stars and air ofuniverse I am formed from does cosmos and bone of black holeindeed wrestle to the surface Compressed to impossibility With a million undiscovered horrificChilling my brain and bones on beautiesnights spent alone With the pits which reach out creep-And still I fight tooth and nail with ing into my fibrous bodyevery fibrous motion of myself Chilling sinew Sapping all good life from theseWhipping in the breeze of Solar bonesWinds I am Universal And will be beyond death, life, war,I am Universal and love And so I live akin to the stars andI am Great citizens all the same I am UniversalI am all I will ever know And will live until the stars call me homeI take journeys in and out of my Yearningbrain littered with doubts For LifeIn me are a million suns exploding 41Volume 52and reforming with energies whichcan’t be contained as I am hurtlingthroughmyselfI am UniversalWith violence unseenAnd wonders unexperiencedAnd lonely vacuums unable to befilledI am filled with myself
In the Presence of Absence By Chris AgeyI wish you were here with me. But with you,Even if it’s just to feel the warmth of The flames are dimmed.another Your heart holds me anchored toWho truly understands you when we are together.“I’m here.” So I need not to fear the fire,Because without you, My weariness leaving me,There’s only a cold echo in your Banished away from my shoulderswake, by your sweet laughter,Of which speaks nothing but Soft and flitting,Violent silence, Accompanied by your smile.And dark absence. It is sweetest to me,My nights have grown to be sleep- and I wish that you would show itless, more often.I’ve learned to cope without it. So I wish you were here with me,With only the moon’s hallowed So I could feel your presence asidemusic my own,As my companion, As being with you fills me with joyI drift into a solemn, and life.If not forced, So anchor me to you,Slumber, Keep me staying me.Dealing with an inferno that even But please,Dante Be here with me.Would fear.42 Voices and Visions
WheelFilm PhotographyBy Hunter Smith 43Volume 52
Flower Boy Digital Painting By Illa Rochez44 Voices and Visions
I’m 15 sitting still in my room LoveDoor locked, headphones in IsBut I can still hear the yellingAnd fighting again. ByThey sit us down ElisabethAnd soon my sisters are cryingAnd I don’t quite understand SuttonI’m only 15.He moves out 45Volume 52And the yelling stopsI don’t understand the melancholyHe’s coming back, isn’t he?He does.But only once or twice a week.I’m 16 and I’m only beginningTo understand loveAnd that it’s weak.I’m falling in love all over the placeAnd there’s no yellingAnd I leave the door openAnd I actually believe that thisBliss is love.I’m 17 and its been two-and-a-half yearsSince my parents splitAnd I come to thinkThat my failing relationshipIs a projection of theirs.I’m 17 and I finally learnLove is not weaknessLove does not leave as easily as it seemsSitting with my parentsEvery Wednesday, I seeLove is strength.So every night I close my doorBut leave it unlockedI take out my headphonesAnd play music on the speakerAnd I allow myself to dance.
Magical Night By Bethany Blalock We went outside And didn’t want to go back The fireplace sat S’mores and smoke Her house was old Vines climbed and encased it We danced in the wet grass And sang to no tunes All of us together, soon to be separated again We took pictures on the tree stump The full moon our light Our magical night46 Voices and Visions
Rice Lights PhotographyBy Kaylee Janickey 47Volume 52
Nostalgia Digital Art By Maharun Mia48 Voices and Visions
Masquerade By Jessica WarrenWe all dance at the masquerade ballWith a painted face upon us allWe all hide our face behind a maskHiding all that is wrong so no one will askWe all hide everything we fearBehind the mask we scream but no one hearsNo one can know what’s behind the facadeLest everyone begin to judge the oddIf there is a crack in the mask put another one onLest your secret identity be goneSo we all dance to the tune called lifeA tune that is long and filled with strifeBut what will happen to us allWhen the clock strikes 12 at the masquerade ball? 49Volume 52
Rain and Flowers By Emily Avery A skipping click of shoes with the voice of a newborn fawn Brown hair that curled, yet seemed fried, Flew into the wind and thrived in the rain She carried an umbrella, with a pattern so hypnotic you couldn’t help but smile. Even if she wasn’t her best, flowers would bloom, and birds would sing. She is her own darkness, and her own light. And if she cried today, her laughs would come tomorrow. Like flowers blooming in the rain.50 Voices and Visions
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