Put Down Your John Hancock
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer, Entertainment Editor
January 24, 2013
That letter will be signed from you, each copy with your John Hancock. The stamp that people will know whom it’s from. Say it how you like, Best regards, Best wishes, Sincerely yours, Respectfully yours, Truly yours, With love, or Always yours and than sign your name neatly. You’re name. your...
I Want To Write A Poem
September 27, 2012
I Want To Write A Poem I want to write a poem that will make you smile. Flirt with your mind, twinkle your eyes. Play with your head, make you recline. Now mentally please visualize. My poetry is the bare essence of my soul. Read my pages, listen to my flow. Catch my phrases,...
More Stressed Out Than Me. I Never Thought I’d Know Such a Person.
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer
September 20, 2012
Changing moods but mostly in an uneasy state. Hyper with nothing but my own thoughts, which keep racing. Is this the state that God intended for me? I surely hope not. I wouldn’t want this feeling for anyone else. Recently, I met this guy, a new friend, who is more stressed out t...
Very Lucky You!
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer
September 16, 2012
The bright lights, the music, the noise, and all the crowds of people. She wants to win too. She takes out a $20 bill to start but not putting too much in at the beginning. She hears people yelling and getting excited. Don’t look too closely. Some people have fear in their eyes, the...
Two People
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer
September 16, 2012
Please forgive me for this fight, which we are about to have. Please understand that fighting sometimes is just what we do. No need to get all upset cause this to shall pass. Pass away like every one of our other fights. No good and no fun is all of this. In fact, it’s terrible that we work ourselves...
Not Really Dead (Essay)
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer
September 16, 2012
I was his sunshine and he was mine. It’s been a little over 1 year since he passed, time goes by too fast. I think about him everyday but I’m shocked my grandmother does not talk more about him. I stood over him when his eyes closed and he passed on. My dad was out driving one of my grandfather's...
Did You Find Me Yet?
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer
September 16, 2012
Can you find me in that book? Look close, carefully and really good because I am there. I am there a few times just on that page. It’s like playing Where’s Waldo? You surely remember that famous game growing up. Waldo was always wearing a red and white stripped shirt, matching hat and was drawn into...
Mr., Sir., Madman, Miss. What Do You See? Who are you? Do you Hear a Change? Who will you be by the End of the Year?
Kelly Sisco, Staff Writer
September 16, 2012
Lipstick, makeup, heals, a bra, dyed hair and a dress is what I see now when I look at him. Yes, him I repeat. This may startle you but like I have learned and grown to accept what is, you may choice hopefully to accept things too. His voice will change too in time. His walk is still not quite all there....
