Posts from "Poetry"
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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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Poetry | Sep.20, 2018
Love To Hate
by Marelle Hipolito ’21 I hate being sensitive to normal things because of abnormal situations And I hate looking deeper into what’s meant to be surface-level interpretations Jokes and side notes, thinking every mirror has smoke Every double take and…
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Poetry | Sep.13, 2018
An Invitation
by Jessica Polanco ’20 Sweet, was the Sunday I remembered Like a feather, I laid On the indulgences of quietness And joy A black bird approached my presence Told me I’d never forget this day Because it was the day…
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Poetry | Sep.13, 2018
Anniversary
by Erin Venuti ’20 The day the words died, I felt everything. Beneath my paper skin, I sensed the germ set in And the illness begin, Corrupting all forms of word, Noun, preposition, Adjective, and verb. Beneath my paper skin,…
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Poetry | Aug.30, 2018
It Just Happens
by Jessica Polanco ’20 Everyone dreads the feeling, But they truly never know what it feels like. It isn’t even a feeling, It’s just something that happens. When you get over an argument, You don’t even remember the exact time…
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