November 12, 2019

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Apr.06, 2017

    Listomania: Things You Don’t Want to Find in an Easter Egg

    Razor Blades Another Easter Egg A Yolk Black Licorice Anthrax #Meng Ashes Nothing An iPod Shuffle Jehovah’s Witness Pamphlet Morning Mail Chewed-up Pen Cap Despair Broken Headphones Sodexo

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  • Poetry | Apr.06, 2017

    The Pungent Scent of Sweat!

    By Kiley McMahon ’20  

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  • Poetry | Apr.06, 2017

    To My Roommates in the Dirty AQ

    by Abby Czerniecki ’18 Portfolio Staff Thank you to my two Deranged, insistent, and kind-hearted roommates.   I can’t say you’ve done much, But what you have is worth a thank you.   Thank you for giving me a messy…

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  • Poetry | Apr.06, 2017

    Subordinate

    by Marisa Delfarno ’18 Portfolio Staff   Almost in perfect unison, they are all lined up, Postured tall and stately, regal and proud, And their trunks plumped with life. Adorned and fruitful while poised with green, While I am green…

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  • Poetry | Sep.15, 2016

    2016

    by Matt Farrell ’17 Monarchs with monotonous personalities Publicly preach pessimism to a tee, Eyes close while the liars cry Crocodile tears. My stomach is in knots As we fight an imaginary war, all while The imagery is not enough…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    First Essay

    by Abby Johnston ’17 Dredge up opinions, Swat the horseflies Named Worry, Sloth, Petty, Busy and Distrust… Rinse off the apathy. Tear off sheets of numbness, Wake up meter, Roll effort out of bed, Make my hand begin That stumbling…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    This Is My Goodbye

    by Clara Howard ’19   I don’t know how to talk to you anymore. There are so many things I want to say. So many apologies I want to make, So many rewinds I want to take. I wish I’d…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    Heavy Hearts Never Lose Beats

    by Matt Farrell ’17 Dreams die, stream of consciousness psychotic, A safe haven painted in blood By a self-proclaimed martyr, with no burden for murdering. Wading in the water, waiting to live, But blood is thick. Hot lead burns thin…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    Living Abroad

    by Chennah Sharpe ’17 All the streets are filled with souvenir carts vendors yelling, and selling their trinkets next to restored monuments, and pauperized apartments. The city hums from rushing subway trains and the ubiquitous blaring of car horns. Only…

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  • Poetry | Apr.18, 2013

    Undone

      The lonely like a weight on my shoulders Pressing down upon me, The tired like a gnawing within me, Consuming all that I was, The nothingness I have become Is tearing me apart at the seams, I’m not whole, I’m undone.

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