The Delta Statement

The Place

The Place

March 22, 2018

I'll tell you, guys, about a place Where there's no evil, only good, Where there are warm and sunny days, And skies are luminous and blue. I love that place, I miss that place, But there's no way to make it there, I still keep praying for the best, And hope to visit it someday. I'll tell you, guys, about a place,...

that is the rock itself

that is the rock itself

March 21, 2018

(mostly,) when Sisyphus was pushing the rock his hands would sting and his bones would start to ache and in those moments he'd be too tired to keep going and let the rock roll   down while he was still far away from the top   the first time this happened Sisyphus fell to his knees...

Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Fangsu Li, Staff Writer

March 21, 2018

Filed under Poems, Spring 2018

The moon is still bright outside, An unspeakable feeling welled up in my mind. The stars are still shining in the sky, But why do I feel chilly and lonely? When I consider everything that grows, A word flashed into my mind: nostalgia. What is “nostalgia”? It is like pure black coffee, The more you ...

Too Mechanical for Cats

Too Mechanical for Cats

March 21, 2018

“spirit want more spirit” in the form of spirit because the form craves spirit   all's the form of spirit no need to look for spirit look at spirit – look at cat   looking out the window   it pushes sometimes against   the window when it's been   warmed...

Tonight, I Prayed for You

Tonight, I Prayed for You

February 28, 2018

Tonight, I Prayed for You  Kneeling would put me in so much pain  but not in as much pain as I am now  I'm at war with an enemy, who only speaks tranquility....  dark en-caved thoughts blankly flow through my brain....  Gosh I'm really going insane...                              ...

Alone

Alone

Selby Matyakubova, Staff Writer

February 20, 2018

Filed under Poems, Spring 2018

As days pass by, And life goes on, I realize: I'm all alone. I get depressed, I feel confused, Can't fight it now, I'm not that strong. As months pass by, And life goes on, I understand: I'm on my own. What's happening to me?! And what is wrong? Oh, wait! I know: I'm all alone.  ...

Five Seconds; or The Time it Takes to Decide

Five Seconds; or The Time it Takes to Decide

February 20, 2018

right now           four drafts of suicide stuffed in pocket – an extension cord wrap around neck not enough alcohol to last through the chokes and spit I am my little brother's birthday. I am in the mouth of a dog – managing not to get caught between it's teeth. I am a single          ...

Not a Sleeping Beauty

Not a Sleeping Beauty

February 20, 2018

Tick-tock Here we go again Blank walls and counting popcorn The ceiling is slacking Tick-tock Wakefulness drags on Leaving me with no chance The moon rises Bright and proud Tick-tock The sleepless pattern continues Entrance to Dream Land denied Light streams through bathing the floor Tick-tock I’ve lost ...

His Eyes

His Eyes

February 20, 2018

His deep blue ocean marbled with wonders of green Underneath that beautiful color multiplied Mysteries that will never be unseen. Creatures swim aimlessly trying to be untied Others trying hard to hide their sins like landmines. Light in this depth embraces Beneath the surface to shed light that will cast over his shadow...

Who am I

Who am I

Wenqi Hu, Staff Writer

February 19, 2018

Filed under Poems, Spring 2018

Lights come out through the window-shades Now I can see the stranger in the glass: Distorted smile The blues tunes are screaming on the radio Raindrops take away remorse tears I moan My despair into the wind Keep wondering who am I : A fiddle-footed rambler Got lost in the infinite darkness...

In the Cut of the Mountain

In the Cut of the Mountain

February 17, 2018

Quiet and still, gazing down the slopes— only blinking when necessary. Vision flickers from one tree to the next. Each never ending from top to bottom. Taking in the large distance between the road traveled and base of the slope in which the road sat. With elevation rising, hearing slowly becomes muffled. Pressure slowly s...

For Stoneman Douglas High School

For Stoneman Douglas High School

February 15, 2018

Lockers Slam Book Bags Zip Clumsy chatter fills the Hall Dry Erase Markers Squeak “Good Afternoon Class” Binders Open, Pages Turn “Did you Do the Homework?” Bam, Bam, Pow Screams Of Terror “Dad, there’s a CODE RED”- blood trickles on the floor   Our Schools are safe, our Education...