CHHS's Literary Magazine
By Angel Koshy The first thing you open in the world the last thing to close when you leave it
The true storyteller of a person's emotions stormy gray to midnight black Every eye has a story to tell A child's eye is filled with hope and innocence They gleam like the moonlight shining out my window Not aware of the darkness that may creep upon them in the night Joy beams from their face as if they just won a race When hurt fills their eyes distrust begins to grow As water flows they lose small amounts of hope Compared to the eyes of the elder. Life and work are in their eyes Pain fills up in their eyes from years of trials They have seen families grow and friends fall Their eyes may be filled with the happiness of the life they lived Or pain because of the life they will leave And everyone in between In my mother's eyes, I see love and comfort Whenever I cry about hurting my knee of not making a team Warmth fills her eyes to consul me Her eyes gleam every time I achieve something I thought was impossible She believes in me even when I don't believe in myself I also see the pain and hard work in her eyes The pain of leaving her family and working hard wondering if it will pay off To come to a new country so her family could have a better life Working her way up in the system proving that she's smart and hardworking All she had to live on was faith in God and hope for a better life Her dark cafe eyes prove to me that with hard work I can achieve anything In my brother’s eyes, I see rebellion and growth Darkness overthrew his soul His eyes reflected the good inside of him He lost everything and my families life began to spiral into oblivion Faith in himself began to break way The smart kid sent himself on a rebellious rampage to redeem his life A trip to find himself lead him right back home He may not be where anyone envisioned him to be 5 years ago But he's happy, He teaches me that If you live a life you don't like well, you're just doing it wrong I look for friendship in Laura's eyes but find distrust Her life losing hope every insult she hears People discourage her and she's at her breaking point Her heart aches every single time Treacherous terrains keep her from untroubled thoughts The darkness from the past always manages to consume the light from the present She tries to hide it keep it away but every single time I look in her eyes I see it I see her fight between two sides She fears the life of tomorrow all she knows is that she's not worth it I try to explain to her that she is and it works like a bandaid But band-aids don't fix wounds Eventually, the pain comes back and fills up inside of her she's so far away I'm afraid I won't be able to help Just like my mother, I create a place where she can cry tell her life is possible That death is forever so let it wait its turn She is beautiful and smart and has a million different opportunities in front of her I want her to find hope in my eyes a place to crash for the night When all hell breaks loose in her life A place where she can sleep and hold off the monsters for one more night I try to shine a light powerful enough to scare the darkness away To make it leave her mind and let her live in peace But what about me Sometimes I feel like a disconsolate tree Always there for someone to lean on but never able to lean on someone else Sometimes life builds up in me and I feel like a ticking time bomb And yes I'm thankful; for this whole life I have friends and family I love But nothing can stop life it fills me up with doubt I want to scream loud too enough so that someone can care about me In Alex's eyes, I'm filled with childlike hope Life shines through him His morning blues eyes always comfort a friend in need I feel protected A smile that makes my day I see positive in its purest form All demons shy away from his presence He makes you believe in yourself when no one else can I'm safe when I'm around him nothing phases me All I do is live life to its fullest potential You learn the past from someone's eyes I live to hear the stories they tell
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