The Light From the Tunnel

By: Matthew S.

When looking at the universe, what do we see? Stars, planets, moons, and other astronomical bodies of the like, but they were all here before us and will be here well after the last human dies. These bodies will be here indefinitely until the end of time itself and possibly longer. Relatively speaking, this makes us as humans almost insignificant in scale to the universe. Welcome to nihilism. The idea that since we as a species are so tiny and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, what’s the point of doing anything? Whatever we do won’t change anything major in the universe, so why try?

This philosophy however seems to have a pessimistic view on the universe though, so let’s spin it up with a little optimism. If nothing we do matters, then nothing we do matters. This means all those embarrassing moments we had as kids…the universe will never remember. All the times we’ve disappointed someone else or mislead them…the universe can’t be bothered to keep up with such petty little things. Sure, all the good we’ve done in our time will be gone, but it brings all the bad down with it. Now this is no excuse to be irresponsible, but it does offer a little light at the end of the tunnel.

With the spin of optimism on this dreary topic, we can shed new light on what can sometimes be a lonely road of existential dread and the thought of insignificance. Just look at the bright side.


This Time

By: Gabriella A.

Time was not a problem to me,

But some see time as a rip current

From which they can never pull free.

But upon me, time did not have a hold;

I’d slipped free from those waters, so cold,

To a place where the waves can’t reach,

Where the sand is soft and silky

In the dunes of the beach.

And where the sun is clear in the bright blue sky

And later, the sunset dancing on the horizon

As the sea birds fly by

And rest in a place that is safe from the tide.

And there I sat with them

In their nest, where I can hide.

But not for long as night passes by,

But that was ok with me,

because I was not afraid of time;

That is, until time is broken and I watch it go down

In one tsunami wave.

Then I run to the nearest town

And time becomes deadly as the warnings sound.

And the crowd is in chaos, and the wave crashes down,

And there is nowhere to run

And nowhere to hide,

And time becomes more deadly

Than the deadliest of tides.

Yes, this time, there is nowhere to run

And nowhere to hide.


By: Bryce J.

“Are you ready to fly,” a voice questioned me.

To fly higher than Dr. King and his nonviolent stand towards civil rights or to fly higher than the March on Washington on that summer day so bright. To rise higher than the hills of injustice and to stand on the mountain of brotherhood.

“Son, are you ready to fly?”

I answered the voice with a declarative cry, “I’m ready to soar!”

I’m ready to soar higher than Dr. King and his nonviolent stand. To stand for peace and justice. So, for all those who say that you can’t fly, respond by saying, “you’re right, I can and will SOAR!”

Art is Powerful

By: Kaylin B.

“Watch out!!! CAR!!! CAR!!!” my mother yelled.

It was too late. I was in the middle of the street with my bike. The strong, fast car crashed into me. I flew off of my bike and crashed onto the ground. That’s all I remember. When I woke up, I was in the hospital.

“Mom, why can’t I feel my legs?” I asked.

“I don’t know dear,” she said, trembling.

When the doctor came, he had news for us.

“I am sorry to tell you, but your daughter will stay an invalid for the rest of her life,” he told my mother with a very sad face.

I cried for hours.

How could this happen to me, I thought to myself.

Slowly, I started to calm down. My mom gave me some tea and cake and we watched a movie. That cheered me up. But then, I realized that if I am an invalid, then I can’t go to places. Or, even if I could, it would be very hard.

“Would you like to draw?” my mom questioned.

“I guess so…” I said, not really wanting to draw.

“Let’s do it together,” my mom said.

“Okay,” I answered.

I wanted to draw a horse. I was in love with horses. It took some time to draw it, but it ended up perfect.

“Now close your eyes and imagine you are there,” my mom said.

I closed my eyes and imagined I was riding on that beautiful, glossy horse that I drew. My face immediately lit up. I could imagine I could be in places, even if I couldn’t be there for real!

I found out that ART IS POWERFUL!

The Lady Who Knows Everything

By: Lillie G.

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders the earth.

The Lady Who Knows Everything.

A beautiful lady who has found every answer,

All meaning,

All purpose,

And all that was ever sought.


And here I am,

a feather.

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.


Day after day, I search.

I search with little hope, knowing legends don’t exist.

But when all else has failed me,

When all others have turned away,

The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.


Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.

I fall.

And I fall and fall, and fall even more.

Gentle as a feather,

A dry quill, expressionless.


But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger,

The hand of a beautiful lady.

I look into her eyes and find no end to her gaze.


The Lady Who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.

Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice,

“I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.”

“There is no meaning.”

“There is no purpose.”

“And we seek the impossible.”

“I am not your legend.”

“Your legend does not exist.”

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.

Staircase of Success

By: Bruce I.

Don’t regret the choices you can’t take back

Because those choices add steps

To the building we call life.

Those steps are how we learn to fight, strive, and thrive

And the last step you’ll take is the biggest one of all.

Not because it’ll determine if you’d rise or fall,

But because it’ll reveal where climbing all those steps will take you.

Will you still be on the ground floor or will you be high on the roof?

It’s up to YOU to choose.

Just remember, if you take two steps backward,

Take one step forward and think about what you can do onward.

Spring Fever

By: Ava C.

The warm spring breeze kisses my cheek.

The tall green grass, long and sleek,

tickles my feet and bends carefully.

The entire yard seems to welcome me.


Young tree saplings begin their dance,

Never ending, as if in a trance.

Soft and floaty, like a dream,

the minnows race along the stream.


A disapproving squirrel chatters away,

making the leaves and branches sway.

Dandelions gather in colorful crowds

as I lay down to watch the clouds.