On The Edge of Fingertips

Chase Lucas, MHS Student

May 22, 2017

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Walking into the booth in the far corner Aching heart Hair pulled tight, pants ironed, and fingers painted White Blue and Red Only a shade brighter Than the curtains worn from expressions of scorn And on the table ...

Yours Truly

Kelly Notine, MHS Student

May 21, 2017

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Well here we are again. Pen against paper, A loop around my pen tip, small knot at the end, A small and frayed string of my heart once again out of body. Predestination had supposedly given it the role of reverberating the sound th...


Brian Culligan, Co Editor in Chief

May 21, 2017

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is betrayal something you commit? a plot to tear a curtain from its fading plaster walls or something you receive? suicide without a note left behind   can pain only result from the grinding of a mechanical chain? or do...

younger julys

Meg Armstrong, Glyphs Contributor

April 22, 2016

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blue star highway, and faded yellow lines head against the window, as cars pass by counting license plates, and faded stop signs naming all the birds and gazing at the sky july echoes off the evergreen trees eyelash...

My Love

Matthew Haughey, Glyphs Contributor

March 2, 2016

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My love could never ever make me frown; She doesn’t look at other boys or men; She makes me happy when I’m feeling down; No doubt in mind she is a perfect ten. My perfect love, she’s always there for me; The...

Imperial Justice

Chris Rosica, Glyphs Contributor

January 16, 2016

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When the fountain is dry We may whither We may curse We swear and storm out We howl at our enemy Spray his home with bullets He is not there   Set his land aflame Because we are an empire He is b...

Dry Ink

Jane Taylor, Glyphs Member

December 7, 2015

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All the words have been used up Every thought of sadness has been given Emotions wrung from a heart Thick and sloppy with blood Squeezed into a glass and handed to the devil Each thought of love has been released ...

The Beach House

Anna Cerutti, Glyphs Member

November 30, 2015

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I will remember the beach house Always painted blue Running to the beach We didn't wear our shoes Too cold shower water We didn't care at all Sand between our toes Bare feet in the hall   I remember go...

Scrap Medal

Chris Rosica, Glyphs Contributor

November 15, 2015

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Oh how glorious! That which has plucked a son from his mother’s breast That which has struck my friend to the ground That which has numbed my senses That which has set fire to the forest That which has filled m...

A Farewell To My Green Canoe

Paige Burnet, Glyphs Contributor

October 24, 2015

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Canoe, canoe, oh what I want to do. To hold the wooden paddle in my hand And glide so swiftly past the many lands. How you complete me oh my green canoe. You stay with me as I cry and laugh too; You taught me h...

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