From love poems and odes to Facebook, to pointed messages about America's "suburban waste land," the students at Battle Mountain High School have plenty to say, and spill it they do in Spilled Ink!, Battle Mountain High School's annual literary magazine, which is on sale now. Students read their work aloud during the fourth-annual Spilled Ink! release party Tuesday at the Bookworm of Edwards. This year's edition is on sale for $10, and all proceeds help Spilled Ink!, a student-run organization, to continue another year. Contact Dana Zilliox at firstname.lastname@example.org for more information.
Here's a peek at what some of our local teenagers had to say:
Elementary is about middle, middle
Is about high, high is about college, college
Is about jobs, jobs is about marriage, children
And copy-cat stacked houses in euphoric
Styled suburban waste land.
Wall Street gambles with fake monopoly
Money. I had a friend who stole all of
The parking fees.
Advertising is about stretching, pulling
Model faces until they are so
Injected with silicone that they can no
Longer smile, shame.
Bottomed dollared city rats destroy
Wall with artistic styled blasphemies.
America is about getting what it deserves
However the deserved outcome is not
what America believes it to be.
Bomb the streets, dig millions of holes
America lost its roll just as Genghis Khan
And his brothers done lost their crown
And later hence made into clowns. We have 10 fingers
And 12 toes but still can't tell friend from foe.
We kill, bill, and fill
Our minds with stages, rules and pregnant taboos.
If I am a fool then who are you?
- Jake White, Battle Mountain High School senior
I find myself looking for love
In all the wrong places.
Under the bed, in the microwave,
In my shoes, under the table,
Like looking for car keys,
They appear to be lost forever
Yet I have a feeling
They will be found in the next place I look.
So I keep looking and looking
Until ... I find them
In the most obvious place of all,
Right in front of me.
That's how love is ...
I can search and search for it
Without even realizing
It was there all along,
Right in front of me.
- Reeve Sanders, Battle Mountain High School senior
Two years ago I was standing at the edge of a cliff
Ready to make the jump to a place where all my friends had gone before me
Facebook: the final frontier
One left click and the deed was done
At first the friends trickled in slowly; my mom, my neighbor, my dog
But then things started picking up speed, and my index finger was getting sore from clicking accept
Facebook gave me this feeling, that I was some kind of all-knowing presence
And I thought, this must be how God feels
Which begged the question, how had I ever survived without Facebook?
Pretty soon I became obsessive, compulsively checking for red icons in the top left corner
I'd log off and 30 seconds later the pain of not knowing would be so unbearable that I'd log back in
So I stopped logging out all together
I couldn't stop
After a couple of weeks of this, I realized that I was going to have to go cold turkey
And probably attend some kind of AA for Facebook meetings
But I pulled through - the allure had faded
Like any long term relationship, the little things started to bother me
To start, I created a zero tolerance for poking policy
You poked me. I deleted you.
I hadn't checked my Facebook in months, and when I finally did a banner running across the top of my screen read:
658,000 new stories since your last visit
People had pictures of me so old that I didn't even recognize myself
I couldn't handle it - the pressure got to me and I did the unthinkable
I tried to delete my Facebook
It wouldn't let me
A few weeks ago I was standing at the edge of a cliff
Ready to make the jump to a place where only a few of my friends had gone before me
Twitter: the final frontier
- Ali Plzak, Battle Mountain High School sophomore
In being a patchwork.
And every experience
Makes up a different
Part of me.
One for a
Summer in the sun.
One for a
Break-up that left me
Cut open wide.
One for each
Of my loony friends
Who always stay by my side.
One for all I lost
In the never-ending battle
- Anna Galer, Battle Mountain High School senior