The Grapevine - Raisin Edition Fall 2014

The Grapevine

Raisin Edition

Fall 2014

Cover and Illustrations by Angie Zirbes

Choices

In a small graveyard two cups shaped like bone

One made of glass, the other of stone

No one knows from whence they came

Both are identical yet neither the same

One is shiny, the other is dull

One half empty, the other half full

One contains poison, the other has wine

With one you’ll live, the other you’ll die

A liquid of amber, a liquid of pink

Only one question, which one will you drink?

Haley Roudabush

Colors in the Night

Every fall the trees are crowned

With lively colors, loosely bound

And when they fall they can be found

Slithering across the ground

But when the nighttime chokes the day

The colors die and fade away

And like a plague, a dismal gray

Engulfs the world where colors play

Yet still some colors do emerge

Despite this great unsightly purge

Electric light and darkness merge

And from their union colors surge

Dusty yellow, burning white

Headlights glaring without sight

Pumpkin faces are alight

Grinning in the dead of night.

Maria Shriver

The Reality

Halloween

The day where kids get dressed up for candy

Princesses, superheroes, bad guys, pop stars

But Halloween isn't for us, it's for the creatures in the dark

The one day of the year where they can roam

Where they can be one of us

Hallows’ Eve

The day where not only we get to dress up

But where also the creatures who can't be named

We celebrate Halloween for candy

They celebrate Hallows Eve for freedom

Hallows’ Eve

Where that is the reality

It isn't for us

But it is for the creatures in the dark

And for the creatures who can't be named.

Josey Gale

The Man From Out of Town

A man from out of town found himself driving at night with ex-

treme drowsiness.

The man then stops by an abandoned motel,

He thinks, “I’ll spend one night there, and explain to the manager

in the morning.”

The man walks in, and calls out for service.

He waits.

No answer.

The man walks up the stairs and notices that there is one lone

flickering bulb.

“Odd” he thinks, and continues down the hall.

As he walks he notices several portraits on the wall, with eyes fol-

lowing him.

The man walks faster. He finds a creaked door with a bed inside.

He plants himself on the bed and goes to sleep.

He wakes up well rested and gets up.

The man opens the door and freezes in his tracks.

His eyes widen and his veins go cold.

There were no portraits.

Only windows.

Khalid Khalid

Untitled

Withered Portraits on the Walls

Judges of his mental state,

Sordid carpets in the halls

Jury of his murder case.

In this place of warmth and hate,

In this womb of chill and love,

Mother of his horrid fate

Father of his hell above.

Claimed himself Almighty God!

Waited for the Judgment day,

Tortured soul and tortured blood

Living just to slay his prey.

Mourning brother grief no more

Prey and predator are gone,

Little lady found the gore

Dangling body from the rope.

Maria E. Salazar Rios

Pump-KIN you get off your lazy butts

A pumpkin is a person

With no life to live;

Who sits on the couch,

Doing nothing but existing.

Just as a pumpkin is full of pulp

That person’s mind turns to mush,

As the screen that never ceases

Destroys everything that makes them human

And just as the pumpkin rots

The person grows old, body deteriorating.

Spending a lifetime sitting inside

Brain slowing down, eyes open wide.

Is it a coincidence that the pumpkins in a patch

Resemble the oceans of houses that match.

All full of people who sit and grow large

Much like the pumpkin, worth almost nothing.

Jacob Heid

Halloween Fright

Ghouls and ghosts

Witches and reapers

I will get you

My little creeper.

Erica Roth

Fall Haiku Collection

Frigid winds blowing

Up from the land, frozen so deep,

Cutting to the bone

Keeping warm in the

Dark nights. Light fades gradually

Away as winter falls.

Gossamer webs creep

Rarified in morning dew

An autumn sunrise

Pumpkins crowding close

Each nestled side by side. Their

Vivid colors shine

Indian summer

Noses in, colors changing

Every tree unique.

Megan Kann

Halloween for Pumpkins

Perhaps a season's passed since that:

When they our pumpkin patch did plant.

With tender care dug into dirt,

But hid behind: a bated smirk.

October come, we'd fully grown

And our new owners took us home.

Though out we set on porch front steps

The giddy whispers never rest.

O amateur lobotomy!

Let this not be the end of me!

With shrieks like eagles, claws like moles

They swift cut tongue and teeth and nose!

Some moaning, mangled messes, we;

Tormented props for Halloween.

The kids in costume aren't concerned,

See, we're just lowly Jack-o’-lanterns.

Stefan Schmidt

Ultramarine Haze

Pines by the wayside

Garner glances in hindsight.

Boughs bow, the weight of the earth brings them down.

Wait for the earth to swallow, to drown.

The silent solidarity of arboreal solitude,

Heavy above this mountain-blue altitude.

Alone in collective, contemplative ministrations,

Drowned in understated constellations.

They paint mountainscapes, soft silhouettes,

Their rugged faces delicate.

Purple smoke surreptitiously plays,

Keeps me under this ultramarine haze.

Ioana Cherascu

Grapevine Staff

Contest Results!

1st Place—$20 Gift Card

Choices by Haley Roudabush

2nd Place—$15 Gift Card

Colors in the Night by Maria Shriver

Lottery Winner—$10 Gift Card

The Reality by Josey Gale

Stop by room 107 for your prizes!

Mr. Lindsey—Teacher Advisor

Stefan Schmidt—Senior Editor

Mary Li—Managing Editor/Production De-

sign

Angela Zirbes—Art Editor/Illustrator/

Graphic Designer

Sophie Hass Schenkel—Art Editor

Louis Ho—Technical/Production Design

Sharon Xiang—Marketing/Distribution

Manager

Maria E. Salazar Rios—Editor

Ioana Cherascu—Editor

Hope Anderson—Editor

Megan Kann—Editor

Anthony Pizzimenti—Member

Emma Allen—Member

Joel Tansey—Member

Soren Schmidt—Member

Tre Burge—Member

Yuxuan Zheng—Member

The Grapevine

Meetings every Thursday

2:30 in room 107

Everyone Welcome!