Pulse+Volume+1+(Spring+2009)

Faculty Advisor: Mrs. Jessica Pilgreen
 * Editorial Staff:**

Poetry: "Natural Beauty" Fiction: "Buckley". Nonfiction: "The Woman in Me" Artwork: "Still Life" Photography: "Friends in the Park"
 * Contest Winners:**


 * Just a Dream**

Do not tell me my dreams are not things for what a man can create is born in a dream. Do not tell me my love is conditional no one is perfect. Do not tell me I'm trying to save the world I'm merely trying to change it. Do not tell me I am not trying. I'm more than aware that my cause is dying whatever it is.


 * Eating Dinner**

What is this? Mom calls it a vegetable. She says I need to eat it. But, //why// should I eat it? It's green, wrinkly, and it tastes funny. Dad says that it'll make me big and buff. If I have to eat this to be big and buff, I don't want to be big and buff. Maybe if I just roll it around my plate, they won't realize. Uh-oh. Dad's giving me the look. Maybe I should just eat it. I don't like it, so I won't eat it. I hope Mom doesn't make the vroom-vroom noise. Now she's looking at me. Here comes the Mom lecture. I'll just close my ears. Uh-oh, I can still hear her. What's she saying? She's not yelling. She says that if I eat it, I can go outside and play.


 * A Day in School**

My dear friend here I am, rotting in Chem wondering if it will ever end. I'm frying my brains, laying them out on a platter. Please come save me from such a useless clatter. It's quite boring, will I survive? This kid is snoring, He must be revived. Some people are drooling In quite a disgusting way. I must find a way to escape this grueling day.


 * Your Revolution**

She pulls you in the minute you two speak. And when you talk to her you instantly feel weak. She suddenly captures your heart And you can't imagine being apart.

Her big, blue eyes melt you And all this becomes something new. You're wrapped around her finger And you would do anything for her.

She is now your greatest weakness And you don't even know how it became this. Every touch sends sparks through you And she is part of everything you do.

One sweet, innocent girl Becoming the revolution of your whole world. She looks at you with such compassion and love And you know you are the only thing she thinks of.

Realization suddenly hits you. This love is true. And you know she is the one, Your universe's sun.


 * Happy Day**

So I am dying on the inside apart of me who knows. My dreams are falling away, my hopes fading fast. Sooner than later I will be nothing, because I am an ice cube falling apart and all that I am will be no more. I was a fool for thinking the world was my game. I gave of myself a thousand times and again, never sitting back and taking anything in. I always thought my happiness came last till the day I was broken in a clash. A battle ensued between me and the other man, not one of fists or weapons of the iron clad, but a battle of the mind, the heart at the very core, whether or not my life was really one to adore. He laid it out plain and I fought him at every turn, explained to him how I wasn't worth a darn. Yet he always showed me I mattered most of all, because I am me and I am special, my hopes and all. He gave me a hug and held me very close, and I felt so much better, I must surely boast. My sould grew wings and I flew up in the clouds, and my heart finally found a place to pour out. I explained to him all the hurt I had inside and all he did was listen and smile all the time. I felt joy once more if only for a sec, and I knew I must stop all my craziness. I must give into his teaching and fix myself first because it is my life that matters most first. So we parted ways with the promise that I made, that I would stop giving till I felt good inside. I would shut out all my jobs that I had at hand and worry about the life that I built on this land. And in the end when finally happy and full I would turn back to the world with a marvelous glow. I would sing and jump and skip and play and finally in my life I would have myself a happy daay.


 * Who Am I?**

Who am I, I have no clue who I am! But other people do... I laugh and act as if I'm happy and fine with people pushing me and nidging me into this person they want me to be.

Who am I? Do you know? If you do, please help me! Please! I have no clue!

I do know this, though! I'll be gone for a long time. Forever, maybe. My journey's going to be hard, long, and terrifying. All to find myself.

I think I'm prepared for it, I hope you are too. I don't know how long it will take for me to get back to you.


 * Things**

Happiness is an illusion. Death is a sentence. Things so far out of your reach.

Love is a predicament. Hate is a hinderance. Together only when you need separation.


 * After**

We laughed, we cried. He drank, he drove, he died. Sorrow filled us like an infected sore's pus. We forgot to laugh, forgot to live. That life wasn't ours to give. We know that, but we don't care. He shouldn't have driven anywhere. We tried to stop him, no one could, not even baby's mama, Kim. Crash, grind, boom, band the pieces of metal clanged. Now no one dares speak that name, I think it all the same.


 * What Would You Do?**

What would you do if you had a second chance? What would you give to see another day? What would you do if you could see another face? What would you do to take another breath? What would you do?

Would yuou take this special moment and give it all you've got? Would you save the special memories and keep them in your heart? Would you dream all the dreams in the world somehow and believe in yourself once again? What would you do, what would you do?

What would you do if you could touch somebody's soul? What would you give if you could love someone again? What would you say if you could change somebody's life? Would you simply take their hand? Would you hold them in your arms and never let go, oh, never let go?

Would you take them by the hand and hold it with all your might? Would you tell them that you loved them or tell them nothing at all? Would you shine your brightest light to help them find the way back to where they belong? What would you do, what would you do?

What would you do if the world came to an end? What would you do your final hours? What would you do if you could see your whole life right in front of you and know it could be gone in the blink of an eye? Would you pray to God to spare your life? Would you say sorry to the ones you hurt? Would you sing? Would you dance? Would you love? Just let your heart sing.

Would you stay with me forever? Would you say that you love me? Would you be by my side when we come to an end? Would you stay by my side When it's coming to an end? What would you do? What would you do?


 * Tears in the Night**

There is no stopping it. It comes in the night. Suffocation, blindness, lifeless, you cannot fight you cannot win. Screams erupt into the night. Images running sporadically through your mind. What has past, what is now, What has yet to come, A twist of reality. All form in your mind. There is no escape, There is no savior, but the dawn does come. The light floods in and chases all the nightmares away, so peace may come.


 * Natural Beauty**

Laughter through the trees, the sun peaks out, the light glistens over the leaves. Birds call all around us. The bubbling creak rumbles through the forest, faster, faster, it winds farther through. Like kids we run, weaving in and out, swinging, leaping, gliding over and through the ferns. Swaying above us the trees dance, as if running along with us. The light fades into black till we stop. And take in the natural beauty, and wonder where we are.


 * Now and Then**

I find myself searching through the crowd to find your familar face. I find myself thinking of you as I go back to an old familar place. When I dream I watch every moment that we ever spent. When I cry I think of all the words that were meant. When I smile I'm thinking of when we were together. When I'm angry I feel how bad I wanted it to last forever. I see your face, and I instantly look down. I don't want you to see me drown. It's almost invisible to all but only few can see how being without you is killing me. It doesn't seem real waht happenend between us. But how much I want it not to be true. You cannot change the past, there's no thing you can undo. I don't know why, some way or some how, I still love you, even then, even now.


 * Look At That Turtle Go, Bro!**

Myrtle the turtle was alone one day, with nothing to do, with no one to play. Myrtle walked on to find something to do, walking on slowly, just one and not two. Myrtle walked by, past Dan the old man. That's when he saw a green garbage can. He decided to make-believe it was a rocket ship. "Hip-O-Dee-Ho-Dop-Bo-Bippidy-Bip." He tipped it over and walked on inside, then he heard someone and decided to hide. But nothing to worry, it was Beeny the blue jay. Beemy came over and wanted to play. Together they played on Benny's front lawn. Myrtle was happy, Benny had fun. Myrtle and Benny, two and not one.


 * For Nothing**

The sweet scent of rain, vivid, tasteful, exotic, sweeps in through the window. The steady rumble of thunder flashes through the night, the angry sizzle of electricity through the air. The window shuts. I ma here, you are there. Wishing you were here with me, but all for nothing. There is no one. I am here and there is nothing. The dark creeps in, the cold sets in my veins. I am alone and all for nothing!


 * Lebend/Living**

oft denke ich dieses lenam ist zu hart umzuteagen aber ich werde festhabeten

fro-leben is besser wenn sie linen wieman gehort das ist das wasmich rettete

Many times I think that life is too hard to be so but I will hold on.

For life is better when you learn how to beling. That is what saved me.


 * All That's Left**

Every word drips with sarcasm, every tear dries as blood. My heart pounds rapidly As my anger starts to flood. My hands are bound tightly and my lips are taped shut so I cannot scream but within. I'm fighting to scream, I want to yell and kick. Every word that would slip from my lips would feel like knives because I believed your lies. Memories turn to dust, and my body becomes warm because of all your lies. In my mind I'm screaming the truth. My anger is rising.


 * Life: What It Do?**

A life is priceless and shouldn't go to waste. Because if you waste it you're unnecessary space.

So smile big every day to keep life's sorrows stuck at bay.

Life is short and that's a fact, but you can control it by the way you act.

Life has bad times with lots of problems, so find your way to deal with them.

Don't ever say you don't have what you want because you don't know what you got till it's gone.

So put on your personality and live life through, and spread this message from you and ask life: what it do?


 * That Battle**

A shot rings out. It's a direct hit. A warm, thick liquid flows down my chest. The world around me stops. My heart starts spinning and I instantly know who is winning. My body becomes cold and it takes away the pain. I know who has won this war and it's definately in vain. The world is silent. There is no sound. Then I see you coming around. You stand above me as I close my eyes for the last time. Then you have your victory.


 * 22 Downsides to Living in a Fairy Tale**

1. Wolves can dress themselves. 2. Climbing hair is acceptable. 3. You have to watch out for trolls. 4. Tour pumpkin carriage can rot. 5. Mice can take your job. 6. Cats wear your shoes. 7. Emperors run around naked. 8. Dragons--enough said. 9. Eggs are expensive because they're pure gold. 10. Kids climb your beanstalks. 11. Bears get offended when offered porridge. 12. Tortoises insist on going jogging. 13. Kinds can actually fly. 14. Mattresses come equipped with a pea. 15. You can buy real stone soup. 16. Pigs are contractors and carpenters. 17. Witches gatecrash birthday parties. 18. Goats refuse to cross bridges, 19. Kids are born in flowers. 20. Wizards are con men. 21. Wildlife can sing better than you. 22. Curfew is midnight--no exceptions!


 * The Lobster Boy**

I. There was a Lobster Boy, scavenging the floors for leftover food. You better watch out because he'll claw you when he's in the mood. He had very strong hands, almost like claws, like a lobster. He would be very intimidating if he were a mobster. He is an invertebrate. Don't call him that, he'll get mad. Then he'll claw you. You don't want that,the situation's bad. HIs exoskeleton is red. Don't tell him that because he'll claw you. Then you might be missing a finger, a missing ear or a missing nose, too. This Lobster Boy is not nice, he has that I'll-claw-you attitude. Then he'll just claw you if you don't give him all your food.

II. Driving to school today, I had only one thing on my mind. My mind is fishing, just wishing That Lobster Boy will be kind. Every day would be a nightmare, Having Lobster Boy in the halls. Every time I'd pass Lobster Boy, I'd get shoved into the walls. Feelings inside me rise as I lose feeling in my thighs. Lobster Boy doesn't recoil At the sound of my cries. Lobster Boy is big, His claws are super-freaky scary. Every time I see his redness, I want to scream "Bloody Mary!" I am pacing, my mind is racing As the clock creeps in It's like he is a lobster wolf pack And I am only a fawn. Lunch is the worst for me And it's only five minutes away. Usually, I go to the bathroon, in the stall, And there is where I stay. But today I am hungry And they're serving my favorite, beef burritos. And I know Lobster Boy will come, Take my food, and eat my Doritos. The bell rang, then my heart pang As if I were a man waiting for his hang. I booked it for the cafeteria, my heart pumping When I heard the loud bang. The door slammed open and he was after me, I could hear the clutter of his feet. I started to sprint but Lobster Boy is so much faster, His speed, I just can't beat. I ran for the bathroom, bad choice, I knew this, there was no doubt. But Lobster Boy came in and then I realized That I had no way out. I was now cornered, now trapped; Now realizing my fate. How could one person, shaped like a lobster, Have so much hate? Lobster Boy gleamed at me, took a deep breath, and began to snarl: "Hey, sorry for being mean to you all the time. I want to be friends. You can call me Carl."


 * What Accomplishment?**

I've accomplished squat! is ther something I forgot? There are times I get stuff done, But nothing big in the long run. There's little things, here and there, But I have nothing special to share. I can play my horn decently, And I've played in places, recently, But it's nothing to toot my horn about, It's not that cool, I have no doubt. One says his life is owed to me, But I think it's only to a certain degree. I passed my classes and I work at the pool, I do nice things around my school, Yet, I stil cannot know, What it is I have to show. Really, I swear it, I've done nothing great. It's about as significant as cleaning my plate (Which is something really big for me, 'Cause I'm forgetful and carefree.) I understand why I've nothing to say, For doing nothing had its price to pay. Once, some of my artwork was shown, But that's boring, so I shall postpone. Then on Friday the 13th, I got my license to drive, But that story is boring, I doubt you'd survive. "So think of something else" you say? To me everything is boring and cliche! So now, I've decided, you've guessed it, I'm giving up now, and I'm about to quit! I cannot sit and stare in thought, Or write a poem that I ought. Because there is so much to remember, I cannot choose just one memory I prefer. For the problem is: I've done so much, I know not which subject I should touch. So I decided to be silly and immature, And write a poem one can hardly endure. For I've lived through some times, you see, I've accomplished many things-- I'm sure you'll agree.


 * The Joy of Chemistry**

Quimica, chimie, chemistry. Your name does not fool me. I've studied you for longer than ever, It was a painful and foolish endeavor. I sat in the same place all day, Only 'cause I needed an A. I memorized ions of the polyatomic kind, That is an experience I wish to leave behind. Once, I looked down towards the floor, And saw a sight I'd never seen before. My brain has melted and poured clean out! But, no worries, it's something I could do without. I hoped, surely, that studying for 8 hours, Would make me a chemist, with super powers. On and on, I studied, night and day, Thinking good fortune would come my way. Finally it dod when I needed it most, Now I have a score that I can boast! Oh chemsitry, joy of joys! You bring tears from girls and boys. But believe me, not tears of the best sort. After you, we'll all need moral support. There are phrases we can all relate, Which voice our mutual fear and hate. "But it says this is a... what? Aint that a kick in the butt? We don't know how to do this! Surely there is something amiss. What in the world is this about? This can't be well thought out!" Studying for you is far from fun. Logic is nothing and sense is none. Our heads will be full and bald. On the floor, we'll all be sprawled. I still remember my battle with you, I shan't forget what I've been through.