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TIMBER CREEK ART AND LITERATURE MAGAZINE IDENTITY FALL 2018 EDITION Table of Contents IDENTITY Heart and Soul - Tianna Kell Palacios Irizarry Autopilot - Clementine Untitled - Joanna Timber Creek’s Fall 2018 Art and Surge - Clementine Unwritten - Brandan Riley Literature Magazine American Heroes - Gabriela The Acountant - Michelle Santiago Fulkerson The Monster - Clementines This is America - Michelle Labels - Katiejo Fairchild Fulkerson Every person has their own unique identity. Different per- Not Exactly Built by Books - Whispers - Aydin Bojkovic Anonymous Buspirone - Jessica Parks sonality traits define us, our life experiences define us, we I Darken - Megan Goin With Great Power - Taimani define us. The goal of the Art & Literature Magazine is to Cnadle Light - Brandan Riley Matthew share Timber Creek’s various identites through creative I Hate the Color Red - Erik Heiss Untitled - David Petroff art and writing. We hope to shine a light on any of those Caged - Caitlyn Metcalf Lady in White - Kat McDonald who may be hiding in the shadows or wearing a mask to Light and Dark - Angel Maher Wilson Heaven of Hell - Brendan Barnett Lovable Failure - Jay cover up who they truly are. These stories will hopefully Untitled - Samantha Bajonero Tempestuous Green - Roan reveal that no one should have to hide - that every identity Anxiety - Jselyn Lane Who I Am - Aimee Zuniga is beautiful in its own glorious way. The Girl With the Frozen Eye - The Glass - Samuel Monthie Meighan Ashford Gnarled Hands - Joshua Her - Arden Williams Sedimentary Layers - Tabitha The Lit Mag Team would like to thank every student who Life’s Facade - Megan Polanco Tomlinson Vacation Today - AKA Saint Peter - Michelle Fulkerson submitted their incredible creative projects. This student Gnarled Hands - Meghan No Place - Michelle Fulkerson publication could not be produced without these honest, Lamsfuss Time to Stop Hiding - Tabitha amazing stories. The Great War - Megan Goin Tomlinson Everything Turns Back to Dust Bird - Ellen Lavin Eventually - Andrea G. 2 3 i’m so tired Heart and Soul yes i am an insomniac by: Tianna Kell but it is not because of my lack of rest Ink Dashing off the page i physically feel fine Seeping into my soul Soul its something heavier Heart What’s the difference deep My soul is fed by words Powered by those who survived in Those who wrote My heart is broken my heart Torn apart by misery Autopilot Burnt by lost hope and in my lifeless sighs Taken from those like you by: Clementine Yet my soul i’m tired of My soul keeps my alive Keeps me happy people Keeps me running hope Working loneliness Thriving & Surviving pain Better than you’ll ever be You stole my heart I’ve been so wrung out by everyone You ripped it from my chest that my heart is on autopilot You can keep it It’s corrupt now waiting for something to finally set it back to I don’t need it I have soul drive 4 5 Surge American Heroes by: Clementine by: Gabriela Santiago People are flowers who bloom whenever they are getting attention or succeeding in life. Someday However, Rosa Parks was a flower who bloomed all the time without anyone’s help. I’ll explode My fire will enlighten others to see that im Rosa rose ranks to reproduce gallantry. A wildfire Strong Will reign on all of the people who’ve Brave Stand up for what you believe in done me wrong And Follow through with your goals All of the people who left me Courageous I know that you want to, All of the people who said I wasn’t enough It will show people that if you keep adding I can see it through your skin All the people who thought less of me oil it won’t make my fire die out it will only I can feel it in your soul because i’m a girl make it All of the people who looked down on me stronger Amelia Earhart was as strong as a rock because of the shade of my skin My fire is not a sign of terror She proved people wrong by being the first female to fly a plane All of the people who made me feel It is a sign that I have Ignorants would mock ashamed to be me Forgiven the people who did me wrong But She would stay in her lane This fire i have will not be deadly it will be Forgot the people who left educational Found out that i’m more than enough Stand up for what you believe in It will teach others that adding toxic gases Fearlessly know that i can change the Follow through with your goals to my flame will later create an explosion world even if im a girl I know that you want to, An explosion of success Feel free in my own skin I can see it through your skin My success My skin I can feel it in your soul My glory My success My honor My glory Susan B. Anthony This fire inside me will overrun pools of My honor You were so strong Deceit Will grow because the flames of my fire Everyone thought it was fantasy Hatred cascade throughout my body and make me But it turns out it was reality And Powerful Even though it took quite long Inadequate behavior Thanks to women’s vote, the ladies felt armstrong Three women who stood up for for their community Who later on got filled with immunity What a great way to remember them Now they shine like beautiful gems 6 7 I wonder if all the scary stories my brother said were true I wonder if the monsters that were : ugly, slimy, noisy, and fat were true too I wonder if my dream of being everything was too big I wonder if i’ll ever be good enough for my parents to do a jig Labels I wonder if all my friends are real and not fake by: Katiejo Fairchild I wonder if there are any rules to break I wonder if i’ll ever get all A’s I wonder if the stars will someday say my name I wonder if finally my dad will come home In Today’s society we are labels I wonder if I will always be alone The Monster Like products at a grocery store. I wonder if band is where i belong Labels are put on us by what others think I wonder if praying will help me get along by: Clementine I wonder if I cry will anybody see If your feel like you are about to burst like a overfilled dam I wonder if I cry will they just let me be They label you broken I wonder if I loved someone would I be happy I wonder if when i’m sad, someone will help me feel less crappy If you have a small mental issue you are treated like you belong in mental institution I wonder if wondering will get me hurt I wonder if wondering makes the pain worse They label you crazy I wonder if wondering is a waste of time I wonder if I have too much schoolwork to rhyme If you have a face deformity they treat you like you’re an alien I wonder if i’ll spend my life wondering about the things that didn’t happen They label you a freak I wonder if wondering will make all my dreams blacken I wonder if something bad happens will life still go on If you are different in the slightest way they label you weird I wonder if something courageous happens will I become strong I wonder if life hands me lemons will I make lemonade If you are shy and quiet as a mouse trying to get the cheese I wonder if someone gets hurt will i be at their aid They label you outcast I wonder if giving up is bad I wonder if being shy makes me look sad If are not pretty as a vibrant Rose in the summer sun I wonder if teachers really care They label you ugly I wonder if I wasn’t here I wonder if I believe will I keep dreaming Labels are a small thing that unfairly judge us I wonder if participating will keep me gleaming I wonder if wondering is a waste of time I wonder if I have too much schoolwork to rhyme I wonder if wondering is the answer I wonder if wondering is the monster 8 9 Not Exactly Built by Books 1) Love You Forever, Robert Munsch by: Anonymous story book at the library. Her fearsome eyes were green, just like the pictures. Her voice hissed I was not always a Stanley, but the family I have now dominates even my earliest memories. up There are memories of being sick, of barbeques, of being told to toughen up, and the warmest from under my mattress, just waiting to bite me. It was the most terrifying thing in the world. of all: being told I am something to be proud of. One day was worse than the others. I sat quietly in my bed, the princess pink headache of a bed- My earliest memory is one of the most ironic, the most foreboding to a child. My mother told frame temporarily hidden behind my eyelids. I was almost asleep. A few more minutes, and nap me how she never knew if she was “equipped” to be my mother or not. I was inside, reading time would not have killed me.