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  • November 23, 2017By Esme Marfo

    Love is like an addiction. No matter how much we want to stop at times, we just can’t. No matter how much love hurts us, we always make our way back to it. This poem is about a woman who is strung on and addicted to a guy yet can’t find the will power to leave.

  • November 20, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    As with any crush, you low-key hope that they eventually become more than just your crush and with any crush of mine, I always tell myself and others that I’m not expecting for anything to happen even though I still kind of am. Expecting isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it does put your hope

  • November 18, 2017By Deanna Whitlow

    Alice in Wonderland has always been one of my favorite stories. My favorite quote is when the rose Alice meets says, “Do you suppose she’s a wildflower?” when discussing Alice and why she seems so different. I often find myself feeling like Alice, and I’m sure others do as well. So I wrote this poem

  • November 15, 2017By Esther Cho

    Sometimes it feels nearly impossible to be true to who I am. I wrote this as a testament to all the pain I’ve ever felt. A testament to who I am deep down. My roots can never be outrun, no matter how hard I try to outrun them. And sometimes, that is exactly what you

  • November 15, 2017By Anais Rivero

    This poem was inspired by the fierce and courageous Latina women I see every day, both inside and outside my family. Latina women undergo so much, especially those in the past who have dealt with colonization and violence in their home countries. I hope this poem expresses my admiration and gratitude for all Latina women, both

  • November 13, 2017By Mariah Flores

    Lana Del Rey’s haunting song Carmen tells a story of a young girl with an addictive aura that attracts all who lay eyes upon her. In reality, Carmen is hurting, but she covers up her pain with drunken smiles. It is a sad story, inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel Lolita and Carmen, a novella by Prosper Mérimé. In a

  • November 13, 2017By Rory Popp

    I wrote this poem while feeling cynical about human motives for things. The poem is intended to be read from the top down as well as the bottom up. People lie Because They fear The truth is Unkind All people are Afraid that They will be Unkind too Maybe because they are They have been

  • November 7, 2017By Jalen M. Brown

    In this poem, the speaker talks about the love of their life. Unfortunately, this relationship is starkly unhealthy, as the love is unrequited. The speaker can’t seem to accept that, however, much to the dismay of their lover. While the lover does their best to keep the speaker at a reasonable distance, the speaker keeps

  • November 7, 2017By Jalen M. Brown

    In this poem, the speaker is out with their significant other, playing on the beach. As the speaker jumps around in the waves, the significant other is watching from afar, realizing that there’s nothing the speaker wouldn’t do for them. In this poem, I used a repetition of w’s, not for any particular reason other

  • November 6, 2017By Rory Popp

    I wrote this about my struggle with mental illness and the things that can alleviate the pain. I wish the wild wood would relieve this mire This deep pit somewhere within my pale soul It’s stirring, pulling, becoming more dire I just wish something would fill up the hole From time to time life throws

  • November 6, 2017By Beth Haze

    Losing your focus on positive things can happen easily, so it’s always important to sit and think about stuff that makes you happy. Here are mine. There are many beautiful things in life that we should appreciate more often. Whether it is your friends, your family or your best friend. Sunsets, sunrises or quite (noisy)

  • November 5, 2017By Allison Trainor

    Throughout my years as a student, I have found that school dress codes and most dress codes in general have a habit of objectifying women. They force us to cover-up our natural bodies, as if the shoulder of a female is any different from that of a male, and they turn our bodies into staring

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