Speaking Our Truth

What is truth? Is it of one color, or a kaleidoscope? Creative writers at Jim Thorpe Area High School speak their truth in the pieces below.

I Am From

I was from the city, from New York specifically. I was from the corner store around the time. (Light, gleaming it appeared illuminated.) I was on the edge, the only edge where a lot was expected from me as a child I remember this looking back. I was from a well raised home, From a…

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I Am From – Haylee Fischi

With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from diaries, From unspoken words and unspoken thoughts. I am from a canvas And paintbrush strokes I am from the roses I have received. The grass where I’ve laid Feeling the earth’s connection on my back. I am from love and heartbreak From comfort and despair. I’m…

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I Am From – Genevieve Trovato

With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from love From family dinners and boardgames I am from rowdiness From sarcasm and crying laughter Home cooked meals, bedtime stories, and muddy shoes I am from arguments Lonely nights and boring days Tears of happiness and hatred I am from compromise From mom’s house to dad’s…

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Where I’m From – Carlie Garner

With gratitude to George Ella Lyon I am from train exhaust, from overpriced ice cream and jaywalking. I am from coal in the fireplace and under my feet. (Black, glistening, It tasted like dirt and dust.) I am from whitetail deer, the deciduous oaks whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.…

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Two Flowers

You know that saying, “Roses are Red,” “Violets are Blue-“ Then people just put whatever sounds like a good saying? You know those two flowers in Minecraft? The Wither Rose and Cornflower? What if I was the Wither Rose, Black, And you were the Cornflower, Blue, And what if I could make everything die? Everything…

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A Man’s Choice

            About two years ago, there was a town called West Creek. In this town, people knew everyone else and it was like the whole town was in its own pocket. Within that town, there lived a boy and his family, his parents and little sister. Their lives were great and largely routine, with the…

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Sunrise

I made it through the night again The sun begins to shine When you are next to me Everything feels fine Though it seems the world is falling apart I’ll still keep you in my heart Lately I’ve been feeling down But I’d turn that around Just for you. As long as you are here…

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I feel like a flower

I grow and become beautiful and proud of myself, then I wilt, going back into sadness. The cycle continues. One day, I will stand proud and tall in the sun, but I will have to wait. I feel like a flower.

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As Days Pass

As days pass, I will likely have moments in my life when I feel hopeless. There will be times when I try to work myself to death instead of facing my problems. But when that time comes, at least I will have watermelons.

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To the Seniors of ’21

Tanner Lux wrote this poem using the emails, texts, and remembered snippets of conversations of Jim Thorpe Area High School’s Class of 2021.

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The Artist

Being creative reveals the designs you have created for your life. Don’t change them for anyone.

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Stress Won’t Last Forever

I was always a very funny and happy kid, and I had lots of friends. Then, when I turned 12, I started to feel differently. I was upset because I couldn’t do anything at all. Suddenly, it was almost my thirteenth birthday and my first year of middle school. I was in 7th grade, and…

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Over-powered

A middle school student learns a valuable life lesson: Power and influence can change someone for the worse, so don’t change who you are when you acquire power and influence.

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Earth needs a home

Take a stand to protect our beautiful land,  The mother of the fish and sharks,  Tadpoles and frogs,  Tigers and tigresses, Lions and lionesses, Branches and trees, Grass that is sometimes brown or green, But most importantly, you and I – Or rather you and me. You and I know of all the commotion going…

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