December 10, 2018

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Nov.01, 2018

    In the Eyes of Another

    by William Bozian ’19 I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another. Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother. All in all, who I am…

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  • Features | Oct.25, 2018

    Halloween Haikus

    TickTok TickTok Tick I feel it running after me Its breath on my neck. —Jessica Polanco ’20   I can’t feel myself. No one hears me talk to them Is this death for me? —Connor Zimmerman ’20   I hear…

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  • Poetry | Oct.25, 2018

    The Dead Bird Still Sings

    by Sam Ward ’21 It’s okay. You can look away. Still fixated at the heap of feathers and blood at our feet: I’ve seen dozens of dead birds and have had perfectly splendid days. Perfectly. Splendid. Perhaps if I knew…

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  • Poetry | Oct.18, 2018

    One of These Days

    by Sam Ward ’21 One of these days I’ll challenge myself and put together the words that spell out b-e-a-u-t-y I’ll pen the pursuit and capture the prize I’ll thank my girl for kissing my scars I’ll have no need for…

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  • Poetry | Oct.18, 2018

    Windows

    by Marelle Hipolito ’21 Staring out this window Watching the world pass by I can’t help but wonder If you’ll be fine I’ve done this before I’ve known this hurt Everyone walks in then out of my sight But with…

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  • Poetry | Oct.18, 2018

    The Price You Pay

    by Jessica Polanco ’20 I am now destined to feed strangers. Those who once knew me Lost every trace of trust; That has been lost in the dark skies Under which I begged for all of this to become my…

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  • Poetry | Oct.18, 2018

    My Gift to You

    by Gabriela Baron ’20 If I could have anything, I would choose a mason jar. Not one filled with caramel candies or crumbled pocket money, but one holding light. Light that radiates: the rush of riding a perfect wave and…

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  • Poetry | Oct.04, 2018

    To All the Faces I Forgot

    by Sam Pellman ’20 Faces are passing People are moving I do not recognize these faces I may never see them again But for just a second they were in my head And now they are gone Everywhere we go,…

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  • Poetry | Sep.27, 2018

    these words will not write themselves

    by Sam Ward ’21 each sentiment rises and falls as if the moon inspires but these are brain waves living, breathing, decaying eternal in space, ethereal in time a reprieve from continuity complacent thoughts comatose it’s perfection or insanity and…

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  • Poetry | Sep.20, 2018

    Summer’s Goodbye

    by Erin Venuti ’20 With September brings the last goodbyes of summer, The last marshmallow toasted, Farewell photos posted Of what you’ll leave behind. With September brings the first greetings of autumn, New tales to tell And new stories to…

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