The world loves SHLUMBIS.A beautiful undead creature---Not a creature--- (my apologies Shlumbis)Shlumbis is not a creature Shlumbis is...
EXPLORE SPRINGFIRE
Poetry
Inspired by Muriel Rukeyser’s Wall of Poetry at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine in New York City, Springfire has a space for all students and staff to express complex ideas and emotions through the musicality, imagery, flow, and precise diction of poetry. Here, we see a variety of forms, from free verse to odes, rhyming quatrains, couplets, and sestets, all exemplifying the inspiring creative work of Rock Hill High School Bearcats!
LATEST WORK
Standards
Beauty standards are all around.Everywhere you turn you will seea girl counting calories,a girl looking deep within,trying to seewhat to...
Sweet Seventeen
It’s the least comforting,To know I’m almost seventeenTwelve days,That's all that's left Twelve days,Knowing you won’t showAnother...
Crying
It’s strange I never really minded crying In a wayA strange way It’s comforting The salty tears Wrapping me up in pure warmnessReminding...
You Crushed Me
Yea, I told you that I loved you that night,you didn't respondOh, I told you that I loved you that night,you didn't respondI listened to...
No Sonnet
No. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.No. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.No. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.No. no. no. no. no....
Beauty Standards
Beauty standards are all I seeFrom exercising to starving yourselfTo questioning your appearance, to think about surgeryTrying to look...
Are You Real?
In a world black and graySo dull, as if it decaysIs this real?Are you real, my darling? A world without colorYet you yourself remains so...
A Restless Night
I shoot to sleep so short it seemsDreams with beams and screams from all kinds of things Jeeps with beeps and planes in flightKeep me up...
Stand Bold. Stand Tall.
My idea is not the idealAlthough I can never be missedMy first thought is to always concealYet, I can't because these laws existI stand...
Poem (I lived in the first century of depression)
I lived in the first century of depression.Most days I was incapable of getting out of my bedI would wake up feeling lostSo lost that it...
Mommy Blues
Mommy left me all alone, all alonestriated my soul and left me lonesomeYes, Mommy left me all alone, all aloneAt age sixteen with all the...