The past year has been full of fantastic pieces of art in many different forms. From drawings to writing, fashion to theatre, the 2017-18 school year had much to offer. We wanted to take the time to acknowledge the creative works that were not included in the Inkblott Literary Magazine this year.
By Alex Ernest
I looked through the lens with a cloudy haze, not truly knowing how stuff really works. I look at my reflection through the haze and cringed at the sight of my horrible state. But others saw a handsome and charming young teenage boy, wearing long sleeves to cover his arms. When he was alone, he painted away, but his paint a red shade and the paintbrush a blade. He painted his pain from the inside out, showing the scars produced from the life he lived. His battle raged on and his body took blows, but soon he would realize the truth for himself. The lens would be clear and his view would be bright, and he would stay asleep throughout the night. His sleep would be sound enough for him not to stir and leave him too busy to slit his wrists more. He would find a way to live his life even with battle scars from his past fight.
By Isabella Ward
I have never understood why
People want to move to small towns
Or why they want to be such small things.
One kid wants to own a restaurant.
Another wants to play football.
That’s all perfectly okay for them,
But the dreaded life of normalcy
Is not the one for me.
And the problem with “once upon a times”
Is that they only happen once.
You have one chance to be great.
I will not let my life amount to one miserable moment
One last-minute decision I was forced to make.
I will not have just one story to tell.
In a world of “once upon a times”
and “happily ever afters”
I will be a story that began when I decided
And one that will end when I want it to.
For when your mind is running a hundred miles
You can’t keep up with just one step.
The world only lets you fit one mold
But there’s too many things I want to do.
I want to dance with the stars
On the vague stretches of our atmosphere
And I want to sing a melody with a pen
And a crisp piece of paper.
I want the world to hear my voice
When I speak up for my right to change
And my right to grow however much I please.
This is a world full of nothings
But I will be at least one person’s everything.
And so I have recently decided that
I will not let myself be small.
I will not work at the nearest plaza
And I will not live in some nowhere-town.
I do not want to throw my life away
And live in a cute little house
On the corner of “Settled” and “Disappointment”
Watching me and my children
Become nameless nothings.
The world is too large, it is too exciting.
I am going to be something no one has seen before.
I am going to be the name someone thinks of
When their eyes are lost in the stars
And they wonder what is hidden behind them.
I will be the name someone thinks of
When they decide to be more
Than what the world says they can be.
I will be me.
I will be wild, wacky, wondrous, wise,
Fun-loving, futuristic, funny, and free.
Most of all, I will be free.
For normalcy may mean dreadful safety
But freedom means an adventurous risk.
Haverhill High school
137 Monument Street
Haverhill, MA 01830