INSPIRLIONSWork from the imaginations of

Littleton High School students and staff.

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Welcome to INSPIRLIONS!The name is a combination of “inspire” and “lions,” which is the Littleton High School mascot.

This publication was previously known as INK! and has had a shaky history. While there is never a shortage of high quality stu-dent writing and artwork, there has never been a comprehensive way of collecting it and sharing it. But we live in a wonderous age, where technology makes many things possible that were difficult before.

We hope that students and staff, even alumni, will find it easy to submit material for publication. The Inspirlions staff will plan themes, select suitable submissions, prepare layouts, and pub-lish the magazine, either on-line or in tangible form. So gather your wits and share your poems, stories, plays, haiku, photos, drawings, paintings, sculpture, thoughts and doodles! See the last page for instructions.

As our title suggests, the work contained in each issue will both reflect the inspirations of its contributors, and inspire its readers.

INSPIRLIONS!

Poem inChinese by 9th grader

Xia Ying Huang

photograph by senior Daniel Sabine

There is a beautiful flower in a bottle,People see the flower every day,

They admire it and love it.

Time passed quickly,The beautiful flower withered,

No longer appeals.

Soon,There’s a new flower in the bottle,

People still see it every day,Still admire it and love it.

But who realizes this flower is not the original flower,And who knows the flower that they had loved so much,

Is gone and will never come back again?

The words of a songCan heal cuts of a knife.

Lost to the soundof the wind and the rain.

Beaten into the groundBy numerous souls.

But there’s too many cutsfrom words like a knife.

For the fire that blazes,Blazes ice cold.

Untitled poem by Junior Nico Nagel

image: https://c2.staticflickr.com/4/3386/3247995199_4763953edd_z.jpg

The City

The fast worker calmly buys the jackhammer.The rain gabs like a dusty skyscraper.The cold girl calmly drives the street.

Death, life, and desolation.Skyscrapers grow like cold lights.

“Dancing in the Rain

Those nights, when she’d stay upTo search for another reason

To explain her position,No time for religion

Because no God could help her,Mundane, every morning

So empty, but it covered the truthSo beautiful but broken

And if only for a momentShe remembers a time that she believed

When she went dancing in the rainSomething, sparked a question

But she denied, what life could beChange is her enemy

More is what she will never beBut soon that doubt was fading out to hope

And she, paces within her heartWaiting for, the pieces to fall apart

So trapped but resistingAs faith was persisting

When she went dancing in the rain

Poems and Image by 9th GraderMaya Harris

UntilYou are the wood that keeps my fire ablaze and the night sky that takes me from the pain.And the shine of glittering stars that dance in the blackened void.You are the reason I am still here and the power behind my empty words.And the gentle breeze that pushes my hands for work.

You are not the dying flower in my garden and the burnt leaves of autumn trees.Or the light given off by my imagination and the power of its loss.Or the frail bones of the mouse that wanders the vast countertop.And you are certainly not the glazed over eyes that haunt my waking dreams.There is just no way that you are.

It is possible that you are the gravity that keeps me to this earth.Or the reason my body has not failed yet.But, you are neither the fading candle light in the shadows.Nor the rooting apple upon my nightstand.

It might interest you to know, that I am the sound of passion on the paper that lay before you.And the ever lasting love that will meet you every morning.

I am also the person in the shadows who will protect you as long as I live.And the raven who will rest on your window sill until morning.But you need not worry, I’m not something that should be feared.Or worry about being caused any harm.You are simply my reason for still existing on this earth and the beat in my heart.You will always be the passion in my stride and the reason I will wake one last time.

Just until.I know you will be happy.Just until.I know that my existence will not be needed anymore.

Poem and photograph By. D.M.Berserker(pen name of an LHS senior)

HOW CAN YOU GET YOUR ART, PHOTOGRAPHY, AND WRITING INTO OUR NEXT

ISSUE?

Send Word or Google documents,and/or jpegs of photographs or artwork to

jkron@lps.k12.co.us

Be sure to include “Inspirlions”in your subject line.

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