by Jenna Lam10:34pm saturday october night, we sit under the darkened skies brightened by fluorescent yellow lampposts like round marigolds your eyes gazed on me— a look I’ll never forget the smell of citrus lingers i feel safe and appreciated. new batteries breathe my camera back to life i want to remember this moment you smile — with that old smile you used to have (my memory has faded me now) eyes crinkling with happiness your heart was fulfilled and so was mine. two polaroids one for each of us to keep there is something romantic in the way you kept your polaroid in your wallet as if I was always tethered to you the snow hurries all passions disappear like a fire dissipated by a single teardrop the difficult part arrives i still remember how there we both sat, inches away yet miles apart how could it all end so fast? i cannot remember what your old smile looks like the polaroid is my reminder of how blissful we used to be when our presences were blessings to each other, not burdens i look at that polaroid and wish to travel back but even a map cannot return you to a place that no longer exists. Jenna Lam is a Canadian student who appreciates poetry, photography and fashion. She sees these forms of art as a way to express how she feels and thinks about her life experiences. In her free time, you may find her shopping, scrapbooking, reading, watching television, or making scrumptious lattes.
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by Mikaela WongI find it offensive that the president’s forces Find it easier to coerce us, Slaughter and slander minorities-- Black, Chinese, LGBT people Than to attack Trump's supporters. When did it become easier to barricade borders Than to follow the orders That wereas issued to protect democracy? It’s hypocrisy. We say “fight for your freedom, for equality” While allowing the leader to run his own oligarchy, A tyranny of the patriarchy. To insight insurrection Under the pretense of a “resurrection” Of his own failed election And fall prey to the way his inflections Escape our rational detection, Allow ourselves to be sectioned Into inaction, safe amidst our factions. In the end, there is no resuscitation. There are only fences Protecting the Trumps and Mike Pences of this nation; Free criminals who have abandoned their stations. *U. S(elfish). A(rsehole).
by Elise Mcculloughi dance with death because
she is the only thing keeping me alive and in death’s face i see my love i see the champagne-tinged blush to her cheeks in the hazy carnage staining cracked earth i hear her sweet soprano voice echoing in deadly harmonies, crescendoing when missiles sprinkle bodies across the ground like a flower girl sprinkling cherry blossoms across a desolate cathedral war jets sing overhead like an ethereal choir of bluebirds death, my hidden lover, the only lover who stays after her last dance eases me underground i wonder when she will reveal her true face and whether i will like her whether i will plead for mercy and whether she will give it or whether she would love me too much to let me escape her waltz again death told me to laugh when i was supposed to cry; she told me to live when i was supposed to die i dance with death because she is the only thing keeping me alive by Leah Clairetalking but nothing of value is heard.
speaking but still i can’t hear you. with your towering walls of ice, not even light can escape. with pickaxe in hand, I prepare to break you down. I’m striving to ice break, to drill a hole straight to your heart. but after years of trying the same techniques, I think I just start by smashing. if my mallets don’t work, i’ll use my words. if my hands begin to bleed, i’ll try a poem. but I won’t stop until I find you. it will be awkward and uncomfortable, but we have to try. because I’m done with stupid small talk. done with pointless questions. I’m hitting hard and I’m hitting fast. so just wait for me. and maybe try breathing on the walls. by Elsa CunningtonI didn’t understand at first.
Why was it so cold? Why was I here? Knee deep in a blizzard, overzealous hair lashing at my frostbitten cheeks, I knew no one was coming to save me. Dressed only in my summer pyjamas, I shivered, teeth chattering, staring into the unknown. This place, it felt so familiar, yet I knew it wasn’t right. I should have fallen under long ago. Words whipped by on wings of freezing wind. They were the only thing I could differentiate from the white chaos that engulfed me. The wind picked up, and my legs gave way. I crumpled into a pillow of powder, which was oddly warmer than the remorseless wind above. I was ready to give up. Upon closing my eyes, I felt the wind stop. When I reopened them and stood, I saw the blizzard had dissipated. I recognized nothing of my surroundings. I knew then, I was lost, stranded in a field of snow; suspended in my own thoughts. |