Tag: Sarah Heavren ’21
Two Writers One Line: “When I read the text, I scream”
by Connor Zimmerman on March 6, 2020
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The Glass Shattered Below
by Grace O’Connor ’22
When I read the text, I scream
Glowing from the screen
The words popping out, sucking me in
As my eyes glazed over them
Slowly, in disbelief,
I turned off my phone and
Dropping my face in my hands
Forcing my head up to look at the screen
I picked up my phone unwillingly
Before I knew it, leaving my hand
Hearing the quiet sound of the glass
That shattered below
I breathed in the sharp pain
Triggered
by Sarah Heavren ’21
When I read the text, I screamed.
I didn’t know what it could mean.
Everything seemed just fine,
But this text brought something to mind.
I tried to forget about
The moment, but now all my doubts
Started rushing over me
Like I’m caught in a storm at sea.
Sometimes it’s the little things,
And this is the one thing that brings
Back too many painful thoughts.
The past now has my soul drawn taut.
If only people would think
That their words could make a heart sink.
If only somehow they knew
What the meaning of words can do.
I’m now in the deepest dark
With too much weight forced on my heart.
When did the truth of feeling
Become so devoid of meaning?
Why can’t we just be sincere?
Why does that have to disappear?
I’m not broken, I’m not weak.
But I’m human, my feelings speak.
Free Will
by Connor Zimmerman on February 27, 2020
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
A great blessing
And a great curse
Choose what is best
Choose what is worst.
Your decision
In good and bad
Choose the happy
Choose the sad.
Follow a path
Go and embark
Choose what is light
Choose what is dark.
Love Limericks
by Connor Zimmerman on February 14, 2020
Poetry
Short and Sweet
by Sarah Heavren ’21
Master of the cleverest pun,
You make all the boring things fun.
I hope you know
And that I show
You’re loved by a certain someone.
Staycation
by Samantha Pellman ’20
What do I get him for Valentine’s Day?
Plan something special, they all say
So I booked a vacation
At the very best location
A ticket to Greece and it’s a one-way!
Glacier
by Jay Willett ’20
Frost gales frolic, shrouding all we could see.
Eyjafjallajökull explodes on the bended knee.
Not with fire, but with hope,
alone together on our slope.
One proposition, one question, and I’m finally free.
Money Can’t Buy Love
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23
There once was a broke college student
Who thought it would be rather prudent
To skip buying flowers
And instead work twelve hours
Which prompted his love life’s conclusion.
Dead Languages Don’t Get You Dates
by Sean Tobin ’20
I once tried to flirt in Italian.
By nature I’m no Latin stallion.
I learned Greek with ease,
Ancient Hebrew’s a breeze,
But for romance they get no medallion.
The Mist
by Connor Zimmerman on February 7, 2020
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
There’s a mist that appears at times.
What is real becomes hard to find.
In my mind it clouds and obscures
The things that I’ve thought, seen or heard.
The mist’s purpose is to deceive
All the things my brain perceives.
It adds an element of doubt
To things I should be sure about.
The Real and True are always there.
And through the thick mist they declare
That even if I cannot see
There is always faith, hope, and charity.
Although the mist can induce fear,
There’s a way my mind can be clear.
A little Light is all it takes
To make the thick mist dissipate.
Little Candle
by Connor Zimmerman on January 16, 2020
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
There was a little candle
That came into my life.
And from this little candle
Came a beautiful light
Its flame emits a warm glow
That brings light to the dark.
The little flame lets me know
Inside me there’s a spark.
With light also comes shadows
But there’s nothing to fear
Because the little candle
Shines when the dark is near.
My sweet little candle’s light
Illuminates my doubts.
I hope its warm, burning light
Will not ever go out.
Day and Night
by The Cowl Editor on November 14, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
It’s always darkest
Before the dawn
Darkness is still there
Before it’s gone.
There’s always the hope
Of a new day.
But there’s still the wait
While the night fades.
Good things are to come.
There’s still the fight
To get to the day,
Escape the night.
Darkness has become
Like an old friend.
But enjoy the day
Before night comes again.
Ghost Poems
by The Cowl Editor on November 1, 2019
Halloween
Does Fear Disappear?
By Sean Tobin ’20
Does fear disappear
If Stephen King writes it down
And Hitchcock films it?
Or does fear instead
Creep, crawl, and hide deeper down
Where you cannot reach?
The Wind
Sarah Heavren ’21
The wind whips and wails
Shaking the walls
Rattling the trees
Making leaves fall.
It groans and stings
With such distress
Like a poor soul
That’s not at rest.
Darkness Surrounds
by Grace O’Connor 22
I opened my eyes to see darkness surrounding me
I slowly stood up as my head throbbed
The room smelled musty and the darkness weighed down on me
The floor creaked below me as I cautiously took a step forward
I stopped quickly to calm my racing heart
I heard steps but could not tell from which direction
I paused, panicked and paranoid
In that moment I couldn’t breathe
It all happened in a second
Standing over me, it was the last thing I ever saw
As the true darkness swept over me
Phantom
by Connor Zimmerman ’20, Elizabeth McGinn ’21, and Sarah Kirchner ’21
I looked around the corner;
Phantom eyes staring back at me.
A haunting chill went down my spine:
Frosty breath, sweaty palms, fight or flight kicking in.
Reaching out to touch the specter,
As my hand went through, my body went cold.
My hand darted back; bumps began to envelop my skin.
Vapors dissipating from where it once stood.
Fear swallows me. Suddenly, I stand alone.
What If?
by The Cowl Editor on October 3, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
What if we listened
Instead of just heard
The meaning of
Somebody’s words?
What if we saw
Instead of just looked
At pictures
Somebody took?
What if we cared
Instead of just did
Whatever we
Thought we wanted?
What if we felt
Instead of just thought
About things that
Matter a lot?
Fresh, Never Frozen
by The Cowl Editor on September 26, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
I’m fresh, never frozen.
My thoughts are not cold.
They’re living and breathing,
Never growing old.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
I want to be heard.
My thoughts have some value.
It’s what they deserve.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
I don’t fit the mold.
I don’t just go along
With what I am told.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
Yes, I’m different.
But that does not mean
I’m incompetent.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
Although I’m alive,
I will not be spoiled.
My spirit won’t die.
Questions
by The Cowl Editor on September 16, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
What is a poem?
It’s a series of words.
Its lines contain more
Than a rhyme to be heard.
What is a painting?
It is meant to express
A certain idea
That shouldn’t be suppressed.
What is a story?
It’s something to be told.
It’s happy or sad
Based off how it unfolds.
What is a prayer?
It’s something from the heart.
When words seem to fail,
All you must do is start.