Thoughts woven Strung together with care Laced with love Imagination travels Throughout the maze of threads Vibrant colors flutter through Life continues on Naïve. Wings caress the string Pinks and Golds Presenting blissful sleep Shimmers the dreams for tomorrow’s common life A trifling blue breath Enters the gate of the braids A sudden struggle Her… Continue reading Dreamcatcher by Tori Glasser
Author: oRIDGEinal
Remy Garguilo is the Sponsor of the oRIDGEinal literary magazine at Fossil Ridge High School.
Final Jimi – Ciera Dykstra
“More” – Amanda Hernandez
Nobody would Have Thought Of her Her with Her Soft Small features That she could Be anything More than A cardboard box With the word “FRAGILE” In block red letters That if she were to explode There would be anything Less than the white feathers Of an angel Slowing… Continue reading “More” – Amanda Hernandez
“Untitled” – Amanda Hernandez
I’m hollow I know this because The sound of my heartbeat Only sounds real when You’re holding it in your hands
“Untitled” – Amanda Hernandez
Hey, don’t look to the sun It’s blinding Don’t look at the stars For they’re hypnotizing Just look at me, And I’ll keep you safe
Slam Poem – Mary Werner
I’m walking down a blank white hall way In fact I do it everyday You avoid eye contact with everyone and anyone you don’t know And it’s not because you don’t care, but because you’re afraid of what you don’t know Do you know what’s it’s like to be a “fossil chick” when you don’t… Continue reading Slam Poem – Mary Werner
The last love poem – Alexis Opper (alumna)
Writing this for you is a little like dying in the sense that my whole life (Or at least, my whole life with you) Flashes before my eyes Like a movie With beautiful lighting and soft, slow music And both of us, acne free and glowing I am at a loss of how to do… Continue reading The last love poem – Alexis Opper (alumna)
Autumn Winds – Nick Villar
The Game of Life – Ariel Puev
Colors – Anna Bonjour
“Mama, what color is the sand?” “White…white like Grandpa’s beard.” This was how they always talked; the little boy and his mother. His eyes full of wonder and her voice full of that tender love reserved for mothers. “Mama, what color is the sea?” “The sea is green like prairie grass in the rain.” He… Continue reading Colors – Anna Bonjour