"A Show of Snow" by Holly

There are many colors to nature, ranging from dark to light,

but sometimes there comes a time of year when it all just fades to white.

Don’t take it wrong, it’s actually a fantastical and beautiful thing.

It’s the time of year when things grow cold after autumn and prior-spring.

There is the cold that comes aside it, which isn’t as easy to enjoy,

especially when it scratches the face of a younger girl or boy.

It piles up, gets into your shoes, and soaks your clothing to the core,

but after it’s melted and gone away we seem to want it more!

Yes, it’s cold, and yes, it’s damp, but it’s nature silent way

of saying, “I know I’m cold,

and I know I get old,

but please enjoy me while I stay.”

We may grow grumpy by its chill,

and impatient from weaker will,

but when you have the means to stay warm and cozy inside,

while the trees and bushes bow their heavy heads outside,

and we come to terms with how nature comes and goes,

let us just be patient and grateful for when it snows.

"The Perfect Equation" by Victoria Lemmings

To my dearest,

Today in math, I saw a sine,

A sine that said we were meant to b(squared) together.

Because, darling,

If you were a triangle, your angles would be less than 90 degrees

Because you are totally acute.

I don’t want us to be like asymptotes,

Coming so close, but never touching.

We were destined to cross paths,

Like two perpendicular lines

Floating on our graph of love.

Baby,
If we were an equation,

Our domain would go to infinity.

I can’t function (F(x))

Without you.

Be the cosine to my sine,

Be the cosecant to my secant,

Be the cotangent to my tangent.

In class we solve problems daily,

But my only problem is that you’re not mine.

I don’t care about finding x and y,

As long as I can find u.

Forget about Pythagoras 

The only equation I care about
Is U + Me = <3

Yours Truly,

"A Collection: Six word poems, and ideas that inspire them." by Midnight Oil

Inspired by atonguewithbutsixwords.tumblr.com

“Taking a break in a relationship.”

Please not “goodbye”

instead,“not now.”

“Every lie contains a bit of truth.” and “Every piece of writing contains a bit of its author.”

Writing is lying,

for honesty’s sake.

“Every struggle has a payoff.”

For every mountain,

a valley exists.

“Music connects people.”

Notes and tones,

are universally understood.

“If you fail, try again.”

A knockout punch

won’t kill ambition.

“Starving artist”

Trading Mona Lisa,

for an apple.

“Religious expression is discouraged in schools.”

Gods die

when the bell rings.

“The pressures put on teenagers and young adults.”

Gas under pressure

will eventually

explode.

“Don’t expect immediate success.”

Successful life:

currently out of stock.

“Money doesn’t grow on trees.”

Only bankers can have

“green”houses.

“College Applications”

Applying to the future,

past responds.

“Six word poems”

You have six words,

be insightful.

December 2013 Statistics Report

December was yet another record-breaking month for the HWC!

"The Artist's Dilemma" by Midnight Oil

This piece was inspired by a photograph on the website "Humans of New York". You can find the original image, published in October, here: www.humansofnewyork.com 

"If you make art for the sake of money, it isn’t art. It’s business."-Humans of New York

I make art for myself

“That’s pretty good but you could change this.”

I change my art for others

“It’s unique, but only some people will like it.”

I try a new style of art

“That’s not very you. You lost your individuality.”

I go back to the old style

“Nobody is going to relate to this.”

I write for me

“Your writing is good but I’d like to see more of this-”

I write to please

“Your voice doesn’t come through”

I write because it’s required

“This essay was bland. Where’s the creativity?”

I write just to write

“No one wants to read this.”

I paint for expression

“I don’t get it.”

I paint for others

“That’s kind of cool, I guess.”

I paint for the world to see

“That’s graffiti.”

I paint for a living

“Get a real job.”

I make music for me

“That sounds, okay.”

I make music for expression

“Oh, you’re so deep. Get over yourself.”

I make music for others

“That song you wrote me was… nice.”

I practice for music every day

“Your wasting your time.”

Why should I focus on the response?

Making art isn’t about making others happy.

Making art isn’t about making money.

Art is expression.

Money is business.

I have no business in business.

I have business in expression.

I make art for me

I am happy.

I make art for art

I feel good.

I make art for me

I love my art.

I’m no longer caught in the artist dilemma.

I create for me, not them

but the world can watch if they want to.

"On Growing Up" by Indigo

As we grow in age our anxieties grow with us, with life becoming a constant up and down. There are too many aspects for the human mind to comprehend at once. Each of the challenges we go through are spread throughout our lives, being pushed upon us one by one, year by year as new obstacles, with the next one waiting in line just ahead. Yet all of our worries and frustrations are unique to our being and, because life is a sacred thing, the majority of us want to succeed to our full potential, in the end wishing to have conquered the obstacles thrown at us.

For a person like myself, I am constantly thinking of tomorrow and never today. I live in a world where all that amuses me is the thought of growing up. In the mental block that I am currently having, I am certain that once I am older, my deepest anxiety will have faded. Though I assume that adulthood is harder than I make it out to be in my head, I can honestly say I am ready to go forth with it, with my life. We pair our youth and the most stressful years of our lives. For me, they are one in the same, but the majority of my peers will most likely disagree- but that is my point exactly.

           With their priorities to stay young forever, we differ in that I prioritize in growing older, where the concern is not what is happening during the upcoming weekend but what could be happening in this very moment of my adulthood. I constantly worry and stress as I search for the answer to where I will be ten years from now. Will I have found happiness by then; will I have married and started a loving family that will grow and prosper surely on the love and nutrients I give them? With the severe lack of interest I have in my youth, it is troubling to find motivation to be like and apply myself to be surrounded by peers my age. I simply seek to be in a position where I am able to adjust to my surroundings knowing that, good or bad, this is where God intended me to be, and with my ambition, I believe I will do great things, as a wife, as a mother, and a friend. The goals we set for ourselves are original to our being and my goal is to grow up and leave my anxiety behind and finally be able to live in the moment as a grown woman.