Poems and pumpkins…? Spectator’s Halloween meeting

Some Spectator members hanging outside during our Halloween themed meeting.
Some Spectator members hanging outside during our Halloween themed meeting.

Tyler Kendall and Ted O’Rourke

Editors for Spectator Literary Magazine

In case you saw our Facebook pictures from yesterday’s meeting, and were wondering what cool club had that awesome Halloween bonfire, then you’re reading the right post. Spectator is the NCHS literary magazine where we review and edit submissions for our annual publication. With record attendance, last night was particularly fun as we reviewed submissions in costume while hyped up on candy. You don’t have to submit any writing to come to our fun meetings, or come to the meetings to send us your creative expression pieces (but c’mon what is Monday night without spec?) We encourage all of you to send us any creative writing or artwork to nchs.spectator@ncps-k12.org.

Here’s a poem by sophomore Jordan Smith that will appear in the publication in late May:

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Lost Thoughts at 2:24 A.M.

 

Do you know

how lost I am

in you?

I lose myself

in your stare

and your eyes so fair

like the deep open sky

in the clouds passing by

I lose myself.

It’s late tonight

you can see it in my eyes

But do you know

how lost I am

in you?

What keeps me awake

during the hours of the day

and when the light fades

in my dreams you stay

I lose myself.

Your words, just the sound

the gravity to my ground

like the sea on the shore

strong and gentle,

let me float a little more

after and before

I lose myself.

Do you know

how lost I am

in you?

What a position,

where I’ll always listen

to the song of your voice,

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the calm above the noise

I lose myself

in the tale of our past

a story to publish and last

I’ll ask

Do you know

how lost I am

in you?

Yesterday it was

my dreams that you had lead

lost in the fort of sheets

that made your bed

I played lightly

with the curls on your head

“I love you”

were the words

I wish I said

and I can’t stop

wondering instead

Do you know

how lost I am

in you?

 

You

stopping the world from spinning

since the beginning,

painting the sky

and the light in my life

just with those fair eyes.

 

But it’s late tonight

and I’ve lost myself.

 

 

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