December 10, 2018

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Feb.01, 2018

    I’m Not Sorry Anymore

    by Sam Pellman ’20   I said sorry when you broke my heart I waited for an apology but gave you over a hundred I let you hurt me and I blamed myself   But I’m not sorry anymore I’m…

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  • Poetry | Feb.01, 2018

    Cento

    by Marisa DelFarno ’18   I was much further out than a lost star’s way. I was trotting along a route obscure. Boundless and bare. Bathe myself in strangeness, under the surge of the blue veritable ocean. Marvels of form…

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  • Poetry | Feb.01, 2018

    Living On The Clock

    by Connor Zimmerman ’20   Staring at the ceiling, with a common feeling. Trying to leave my bed and overcome this dread. I steel my nerves, cause I’m living on the reserves. My alarm won’t stop, I slam the button…

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  • Poetry | Jan.25, 2018

    Shallow

    by Jay Willett ’20   Whether it’s exercise or stress, the sweat is the same, Slow, hot, sometimes worth it, sometimes not. She made me feel like I sprinted 200 laps, She watched me run and run, as fast as…

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  • Poetry | Jan.25, 2018

    18

    by Erin Lucey ’20   Let regret get lost in the noise And pain be forgotten with the night. Count down to the future And be the reason it’s bright.   Bring with you those who inspire, And abandon those…

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  • Poetry | Jan.18, 2018

    Who Are You?

    by Jessia Polanco ’20   When the sun guides your life And the heat of our mother slaps your face Everything is laid at your feet And your smile spreads from cheek to cheek Who are you?   When the…

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  • Poetry | Jan.18, 2018

    If The World Were White

    by Marelle Hipolito ’21   If the world were white, you would have no jokes. You would just talk about the weather, who won last night The guy or the girl, the couple in a fight That is, if the…

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  • Christmas | Dec.08, 2017

    December Magic

    by Sam Pellman ’20 One day it was August and the next it was December This magical month seems to come when everyone needs it most. December is truly magical, anything can happen. It can be warm one day and…

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  • Christmas | Dec.08, 2017

    The Gift

      by Connor Zimmerman ’20 It must be perfect, It cannot be any ordinary object. It must make her smile, laugh, and cry. It should be the apple of her eye. Browsing through the stores, The clock is ticking, and…

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  • Christmas | Dec.08, 2017

    Red and Green

    by Marelle Hipolito ’21 red. green. green, red. what was once alive is now dead red. green. green, red. all because of something that should’ve been left unsaid him, and his little bitta whiskey me, and my now little brittle…

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