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, You can't fill all of them in a bowl. There are


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.

I Gotta

By Matthew Guerrero

I gotta learn to be good I gotta learn to do right I gotta keep my thoughts straight and survive another night. I have good thoughts & I have bad thoughts. I gotta empty my brain before it starts to rot. A life well lived... I gotta live it to the fullest. Just because I act bad doesn’t mean

What if the World Had Peace

By Tim Cooke

chorus 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

Yet nothing goes Onto the blank page Even at his command

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 Therefore I am American

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. Their duties once called, and answered by all. Please keep to y

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 They got into a scuffle that’s when 7 shots rang out Took 4 to the stomach 2 to

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 chants and choruses; rock ballads, c

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, We know it’s a computer, We know the danger, We know the safety, All we want to do is be left a

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 Maybe, you will realize Later in a day [twas really your wings That you threw away


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 Falling on top of each other violently Scattering everything Simply everything One little

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 Tumbling Gushing 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.

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 Caught up in the chase. Now I’m looking for a dustpan, But maybe all I need is you.

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 running racing thoughts of you crashing through my body like thunder with the shock of lightning


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 distorting reason from my intrigued mind Deeper and deep er I search for meaning immediate