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Hurt hearts are scared to feel love.

Shadows Between (Poem)

Becca Baker, Writer November 3, 2025

Glass walls, polished smooth. Hands reach but cannot touch what’s fragile inside. Smiles hover, shadows linger where light should be. Every gentle touch leaves questions unanswered. Warmth...

As I’m quite a sentimental person, I knew I wanted my tattoos to mean something that I hold deep. Mitski’s song “My Love Mine All Mine” inspired the visualization of my tattoo.

A permanent reminder of what to live for (Vignette)

Patric Wallis, Copy and Design Editor November 3, 2025

As a kid, I used to admire the tattoos of the adults around me. The flowers on that woman’s arm, a skull on some guy’s shoulder blade, books and constellations, friendship promises and memoriams. I...

The love you need and want sometimes seems unrealistic.

The Way I Love (Poem)

Becca Baker, Writer November 3, 2025

I want someone to love me the way I love— Not in a way you’d expect, But with meanish jokes and soft touches, And whole-hearted respect. I want someone fun and loving, Saving most of...

As a child, this photo captures a moment where I am carefree. A child of mixed descent enjoying the culture of India. No bias. No disposition. Just appreciation. Photo courtesy of Bozena Winnicka.

Make America Great Again (Vignette)

Savannah Medrano, Writer October 31, 2025

They say, “America used to be better,” but better for whom? The first time I heard that phrase, I didn’t even realize I was stuck in a world where culture was downplayed for the fear of not being...

Does love last like white lilies do?

White Lilies (Poem)

Becca Baker, Writer October 31, 2025

If someone asked me my favorite flower, I’d say white lilies— petals soft as promises, their scent lingering like a memory. I wish I could place them on every windowsill, where sunlight could...

Years of my different hair phases.

Light Headed

Addy Mooradian, Content Editor October 9, 2025

I dyed my hair black the summer before I turned 17. Permanently. My hair has bore the color of the feelings within me that I didn’t express. Red. Blonde. Pink. Now my hair is black....

Image courtesy of Todd Kent on Unsplash.

Where are you? (Vignette)

Anonymous, Writer October 2, 2025

Are you alone? Are you accompanied? I remember your sweater and the way it smelt. It stung my eyes. Do you still know me? It’s New Year's Day, I‘m eleven years old, watching a movie with my sister's...

Doesn’t anybody wish to stay? Image courtesy of Paola Maksyn.

Home (Poem)

Belly Vue, Writer September 27, 2025

I've got a home for a heart Everything inside is burnt Paintings on the wall are hurt My fire has been put out When you visit please don't make a sound Don't let anyone know that your hear I...

Tonight for the first time, I couldn’t stand the sunset.

I hate the sunset tonight (Vignette)

Belly Vue, Writer May 8, 2025

First one. First you raised me, when he never did. When all he ever did was hate hate hate. My fathers father. First one, you loved me. You cared for me, and treated me as if I was your first. I wasn’t....

The desk I envision reading at on my own.

I taught myself

Addy Mooradian, Content Editor May 7, 2025

I taught myself trivial things. Like playing the piano. I taught myself how to speak Spanish. I learned how to tangle myself in a person, and how to untangle myself from them, leaving no wreckage or...

I loved feeling the wind rush by my face and that feeling of cold air brush across my face on the hot, sunny spring and summer days.

The Good Old Days (Vignette)

Taylor Basson, Writer May 2, 2025

Back in the good old days. I loved playing outside. I would play and play until the sunset. One day my brother grew older and taller; he no longer could fit in one of those little motorized jeeps. But...

Aneesa has been my best friend for three years, and has seen me grow up.

A letter to my soulmate (vignette)

Isabella Pacotti, Content Editor April 11, 2025

February 25, 2025 Dear Aneesa,  From the first time I met you, all I could think was how cool you were. How you had this quiet confidence, and how I just wanted to be your friend. I remember...

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