elementia issue 6



By Terranie Murphy

Children know that adults lack the answer to most questions.

The World's Paint

By Bailey Tulloch

You may think that color paints the Earth, but really you're wrong.

The things we say have been the culprits all wrong

Take this book, take a look inside,

Don't you see the things we should use with pride?

They fill our hearts, our minds, our soul,


By Hailey Cannon

Chitter chatter

Minds arc racing

Mouths are moving

Everyone's talking

But no one's doing

There's a war

Right outside

People boarding up their windows

Not to block out the bombs

To block out the sons


By Omery Mutalange

The woman I most admire in my life is Ruth, the wife of Killion in the bible.


By Ayah Abdul Rauf

I'm sittin' on a swing and I'm talking to myself while wearing my chocolate mint licorice peanut butter shoes ...

On a desert thinking about other odd things like yellow flowerpots hidden under the bed of the boy next door.

What if the World Had Peace

By Tim Cooke


What if the world had peace,

no one in the world would have to sleep wit a piece,

i need to find inter peace,

the peace that’s inside of me.

we all need peace it’s what provides for thee,

The Writer

By Connor Rice

Creating worlds

The writer does

Is it not?

Conveying a message

With interconnected words

And a simple plot

A thousand ideas

A single pen

The writer has at hand

Take a Good Look

By Michelle Ortiz

What do you see,

when you look at me?

Do you see my different ethnicities?

I’m Mexican

I’m French

I’m White

TO claim one any of,

Those aren’t quite right

I was born on american land

Never Gone: an essay on grieving

By Utsa Ramaswami

A lonely tear gently drifted its way down my cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was because my rabbit, Hopper, had just died, or because my brother, standing next to me, was also crying.

Out of Breath: an essay on travel

By Iris Dew

I stared at the adorable stuffed plush donkeys on the shelf. “Do you think I should get one for Tommy?” my aunt asked me, thinking about adding another plushy to her dog’s collection. We were in line for the cable cars in Santorini.

Who Turned Off the Lights?

By Rachel Arnold

Zachary sighed and put a hand to his forehead. He took off his glasses and rested his head on his arm, wishing he could find even one decent actor.

Love Overpowers Evil

By Maddie Miguel

An ordinary villager was he

Poor and only twenty-three

His name was Benjamin

And the princess’s heart he wished to win.

The Princess he so wanted to have

But knowing his chances, he grew sad

Keep Safe

By G.F. Synder

A call is a call as a body will fall,

And all through it all the men will stand tall.

To service the call is to liven the brawl.

On their bellies they crawl while the others may stall.

We remember them all whose names paint the wall.

Big Brother

By Robert Williams

My big brother was shot and killed late night October 17th

At a house party just relaxing trying to do his thing

Got into an Altercation but decided to walk away

But the oppose continued agitating all out of his rage

The Arts Are a Religion

By Alexx Graham

The congregation; working actors, writers, dancers, and painters looking for inspiration

The ministry; museum curators, storytellers, and teachers that spread the word

The saints; those who made sacrifices for art’s sake and are forever embedded in history

The Everyday Zombie

By Hannah Jenkins

How do some falsely proclaim to

lie down to sleep in prayer, with a

right heart and mind.

And yet they arise with anger and

strife. Storming with hatred, even

though the sun is bright and shining.

Their soul is black as night.

Our World

By Abbey Mock

You don't know us,

Unless you've been there,

We live differently,

We live our ways,

We fight our ways,

We make our own decisions,

Without parents,

Without any real danger,

But you see it all as danger,

Paper Wings

By Rachel Karner

In that worn book

With its black etched pages

Scribble marked paths

You chose through the ages

Even paqes wished forgotten

Outnumber those loved

Paper winqs ripped out

And thrown flittering up above


By Maddie Miguel

My mind is a library

Sorted thoughts of countless words

Memories of different years

Information stored upon thousands of shelves

One little push on one of the shelves

And they will all collapse like dominos

Between the Lines

By Eric Dickinson

Behold the cage in the papers lines

Where history will stay behind

A prison for my free thoughts

Where my free words are being caught

In my wonder for my own ways

I wonder where my words will stay

Fault Line

By Rachel Franklin

Nine in the morning

And the crack between us widens.

A low rumbling starts in my chest

Where my heart used to be,

Growing louder and stronger until

I’m shaking

With silent rage.

Writing as a Form of Escape

By Rachel Franklin

They say I write to escape

That I let the words flow like droplets of water

Swept along in a strong current



To get away.

Plea for Goodness

By Rachel Franklin

The world is a spinning ball of darkness when there is no light.

The answers are hidden in a lying mess when there is no truth.

The happiness is crying mournful tears when there is no joy.

The bravery is retreating from its fears when there is no strength.

featured young adult writer: Rachel Franklin

By Rachel Franklin

What inspires you?

How They Used to Say Goodbye

By Erin Ashley

“The End.”

The Mess I Made

By Micah Melia

I’m looking for a trash can,

I’m looking for a broom.

I need to get a move on

I have to leave this place soon.

But I can’t find the door anymore

I can’t leave this place,

Cause of all the mess I’ve made

The All Powerful Dream

By Lena Sabih

With such dexterity I make a world of my own.

Only here can I hew my imagination with intense zeal

To create greater imagination.

Here we see a prodigy that is us.


By Grace Boehm

I saw your name in lights last night,

like the stars formed together and spelled it out, just for me

a neon sign, in pinks and greens

it’s the middle of the night and i

can’t sleep.

My mind wandering




By Jon Reene

A poem should be equal to what I find engaging

the way the scene keeps shifting around

The first couple stanzas thrown down

For all of a sudden the iron mask represents

The barrier between the author and me


By Ayah Abdul Rauf

Her sympathy

made his pain

all the more real...