Colchester High School

Planted in the harshness of a polluted earth
Their arms extend to reach the lives of their allies
Each rooted to serve such worth
Yet linked to cleanse the tainted skies

Seen in a diversity of classes
From orchards to scorching blazes
They look upon us with focused glasses

They stand in the midst of adversity
But have such strength and motivation
Living without shame and pity
Making them an immaculate creation

Confused with the decisions of man
They aspire to grow larger than our hearts
Wishing we could grow skin like theirs’
But we don’t even know where it all starts

Never afraid of their constant changes
They pursue their existence with bliss
Unlike our fearful arranges
We just sink into the shadowy abyss

Tall with colorful and exuberant veins
Which flow with sweetness among their native flesh
Traveling with gravity like several trains
Their thoughts stream into the perfect mesh

They show us that we can develop like them too

Tears are hiding behind your feeble eyes
Your heart listens to the steady breathing of wisdom
While the duration of your capabilities seem to weaken
The subtleties of your mind awake to a new subject
As you remain oblivious to the usage of words
Your uncertainty ravels her thoughts
As she questions your complications
Your mind circulates to your true convictions
As they tease your heart with honesty
You wish she could decipher your integrity
So you could escape a hysteria of desperation
But security overwhelms you as droplets secrete from your face

(Chorus)
It’s been three month’s
And you think you know me
But who’s to say I haven’t changed?
Who’s to say that you’ve been better?
All this time has been pretend
And it’s just another trend
It’s not like this is new to me
New to me
New to me

[Verse One]
I wake up every morning
To the sound of your anger
And the voice of no warning
Your rage is no stranger
We can all be scared
In the midst of danger
Because it’s not like you’ve cared

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
My heart’s shattered to pieces
You never mended what was and could’ve been
It’s all just happening again
You end up running off the edge
Hurting everyone on your way
You never restrain from the past
But I guess it’s the price you pay

[Chorus]

Green: an analysis

By Angela Wood
Colchester High School, Grade 10

Green is a symbol of many things. In fact, it’s quite fascinating how many things it represents in different scenarios. It is the color of envy- when you covet something owned by some one else, whether it be materialistic, a reputation, a relationship. It is the color of sickness, as well. It seems as if it has a rather unpleasant connotation associated with it.
Yet at the same time, it can also be used in reference to so many nice things. The new growth of spring, for example, is always represented by green. It is a symbol of new and healthy life sprouting up out of the ground. This is the complete opposite of its less uplifting ideas. How can it represent both healthy growth and sickness at the same time? There are few, if any, other words which can be used in such a broad spectrum.

By Ryan White
Colchester High School, Grade 10

Imperfection

By Angela Wood
Colchester High School, Grade 10

What are you grateful for?

Friends. Family.
Or perhaps
Shelter, warmth, food.
Those basic rights
Possessed by everyone
The opportunity to live in a country which preserves these rights.
Or maybe
Just the fact that you are alive
When so many in this world
Are deprived of that simple elemental right.

Ever think about…

Imperfection?

Think about it.

If everything in the world was perfect…

Everyone would look the same.
There is only one ‘perfect body.’
They would dress the same
Because there would be only one perfect outfit
That would be appropriate
For the perfect body.
They would talk the same
Because only one language could be perfect.
They would think the same
Because there would only be one perfect way to think.

True
There would be no more war
No hunger or thirst
No danger.
Many would be grateful for that.

But what about…
The creativity?
The culture?
The diversity?
How could life possibly be fun
When anyone you talked to
Only wanted to talk about things you already knew?

How could we improve ourselves
When there is nowhere to go
Because we have already reached
The utmost level of improvement?
What is the purpose of life
When there is nowhere to go but down?

What would happen to personal choice?
There would be no free will
No opinions
Because everyone would have the same opinion.
We would be like robots
Programmed to only think a certain way.

True, the world would be perfect.
But would roboticism really be
A better alternative
To the world we have today
Where at least we have
A right to our own opinion?

By Angela Wood
Colchester High School, Grade 9
There is something in my pocket
But whatever could it be?
Perhaps a silver heart-shaped locket
Or a shiny golden key.

Cold and smooth against my hand
Smooth and flat, with edges rounded
Made of metal from the land
By a silversmith’s hand it was pounded

Attached somehow to a fine thin chain