Welcome to the Scribbler

Welcome to the Scribbler, previously Spork, the Hudson High School Art and Literary Magazine has moved to a new blog, and a new look. You can still e-mail Carol Hobbs any submissions that you may have at chobbs@hudson.k12.ma.us, or you can hand deliver than to her room F105, you can even place them in her mail box in the main office. You can also e-mail our editorial staff with any questions or submissions you may have at sporkhhs@gmail.com or email our editor in chief at jmclean776@gmail.com, there will also still be the submission box in the Hudson High School Library at the main desk.
We will also be placing all submissions on this website. If you go to the Spork blog you will just see a post directing you to come here (there is a link provided!) also you may have noticed that all submissions that were published on Spork have been transferred over to the Scribbler's blog.
Scribbler will be slowly going as a publication such as a monthly book review written by an editorial member once a month (this should be seen as early as January.)

Falling Somewhere

By Sarah Ellis

I know I’m falling somewhere

But where?

Maybe down a rabbit hole?

…

Or have I really been standing on solid ground?

No, I’m going somewhere

Am I spiraling out of control?

Who knows?

But I’ll be there someday

I don’t know where yet.

But I will when I get there.

Then I’ll be home.

Bimini Sunset

By Susan Bryant

The trees sway with bliss

The ocean crashes, so clear

Paradise this is

Waking up to this

Sky of rainbow colors rise

Red and orange burst

The sound puts you to sleep

Awakes you for another

Day in vacation life

Poetry by Rebecca Beaudoin

Flooded

Hard as a rock

Tough as steel

Wielder of once a powerful cold stare

Even into the eye of a storm

It could stop enemies in their tracks

That used to be you

Now, that stare floods with tears

Security

Diversity is a good thing

You have the power to rule your life

There will be people who stand in your way

But do not wait

Life is worth living

Never forfeit

Frienemies

We used to be friends

Now we are enemies

We were allies

Fighting for the same cause

Now you’ve turned a cold shoulder

In response a great wall was built to only divide

High School

You are free to be yourself

Bullets fly left and right

One army untrained

The other, skilled assassins

The traitor comes out on top

Bullets fly left and right

Enemies were gained

Allies lost

A cold silence stands between them

Bullets fly left and right

Veterans bear battle scars both permanent and invisible

Once peers are now enemies

The war ends when the caps are in the air

Graduation

Fate

“Fate is a wild mare

You must grasp onto its saddle for your life

Trust it every step of the way

Its ways are mysterious

Like its misty gray tone

It cannot be tamed

And it lures you with its grace

Whether you decide to enjoy the ride or not

You must always trust its decisions

For better or worse,”

Said my father, leaving me alone to my solitude.

A Rose

Its once sturdy stem wilts in agony

It once braced the relationship they shared

Its brightly-colored petals wither and crumble

They alight to the blood-stained ground

Where battles were fought with tears

This flower once symbolized love

Now destruction has taken its toll

Nothing Compares

My mother’s love is thin

As thin as the silk of her cloak

Her so-called love cages me in

Keeps me from my potential

I wish to please her

But I can never be the daughter of her dreams

His love is gold

Rare and pure

But mother thinks not so

Only because of the rags he wears

Here I will never be free

With him I’ll be disowned

To leave or not to leave

That is the question

Within Jack Han

Mary Campbell

I want to create

Something no one understands

That holds a meaning

That anyone can structure

By their personal opinion

They will search for hours

For what's lying within

And when they conclude

What they think it really means

They won't be settled for now

It will make people

Look and it will engross them

With the colors and

The techniques I have mastered

They will look for what's within

The Beauty of Night

Kelly Young

The town right below,

does not know of the beauty;

the beauty of night.

The cool wind travels,

like waves crashing to the shore

continuously.

The starts hovering,

like angels over the town,

brightening the night.

Alone to the right,

stands the moon watching over

the sleeping children.

The church stands tall,

its point facing the black sky;

at the town's center.

The trees act as guards,

protecting the citizens

from evils of night.

All is safe and sound,

no reasons to fear the dark.

Everything is calm.

The town right below,

does not know of the beauty;

the beauty of night.

Abstract painting

Tatyana Dobay

My emotions are running wild

Each color resembling a feeling

I pick up the paintbrush like a wild child

When will come the healing

This calamity stabs like a knife

It's bringing out a part of me I  never knew I had

Nothing feels right

Maybe this will help a tad

Blue as my sadness

Green as my doubt

Red and orange as my anger and madness

Black and white as I shout

As all the colors mix, they resemble the mixed emotions I am thinking

I can think straight, my mind feels as if its shriking