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Poetry

  • August 27, 2017By Vriddhi Vinay

    As someone with major depressive disorder, I absolutely loathe how it controls me day to day and sucks the life out of every possible action. As a Hindu, Deepavali, or our festival of lights, has always been a cause for celebration; it becomes hard to celebrate when that light dims and starts looming ahead you.

  • August 27, 2017By isaiah moses

    I have a lot of bad habits—some larger than the other. Recently I’ve been writing poems about these bad habits by pairing a habit that seems trivial with another habit that is more serious. This is my way of analyzing, owning, and making a conscious effort to fix my faults. Within this poem, I use

  • August 24, 2017By Liz-Maria Jose

    This is a poem about how easy it is to loose faith in your own abilities when you’re surrounded by successful people. I personally sadly often stop practising my skills because of the inevitable truth that there is someone who will always be better at it.   I pick out my favourite font and align

  • August 24, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Scrolling through Twitter is just about the only thing I do aside from schoolwork. Part of the reason is because of the stories that I come across on my timeline. Someone will be posting about their family reunion, their best friend or their heartbreak and it’s interesting to be able to see life with another

  • August 23, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    What was supposed to be a love poem, but ended up as morbid and depressing as all the others. Part to my love, and part to for those in love who are farther apart than we are. In my mind, we live together in a house with just the right amount of sun coming in the

  • August 22, 2017By Arushi Tandon

    I wrote this poem because as creatives, we all know what it’s like to get stuck in a rut and not know what to do next. This poem helps me snap out of it a lot of times and makes me feel at ease about my writer’s block. It also helps knowing I’m not the

  • August 22, 2017By Jalen M. Brown

    As I continuously say, poetry is very subjective and interpreted differently from person to person. For some, this poem could be about the love a person has for their lover, and how the stillness of hot summer nights can feel like eternity when they’re next to them. For others, there could be another hidden message.

  • August 19, 2017By Dominique Durden

    This poem was inspired by the riots in Charlottesville, and the attacks on black and brown bodies all over the world. If I am to die tonight, Cradle me in the arms of the angels. Where all is good and pure. Where the air is clean, and the soil is fertile. When I die, bury

  • August 18, 2017By Zaria Whitacre

    This is a poem about the feeling of helplessness by many in America. Sometimes there is not an easy remedy and life is not filled with peace and flowers. However, recognizing and allowing yourself to feel these emotions are the first step to taking corrective action in your community.   This is not a political

  • August 18, 2017By Rian Smith

    The Inspiration I wrote this poem from half experience of my own and half of things I’ve heard from close friends who had also been in abusive relationships — not only physical abuse but also verbal and psychological abuse as well. This poem mainly focuses on thinking everything in your relationship is fine, when in reality what

  • August 17, 2017By Deanna Whitlow

    There is a Japanese legend that folding a thousand origami cranes will allow you to make a wish and have it come true. This a poem about trying to earn that wish and not giving up even when it does not seem to be granted. It still matters, even though it may not seem to.

  • August 17, 2017By Alisa Caira

    This year has been one in which I’ve learned about myself and my body in ways I had previously never even fathomed. At times, my body seemed meaningful and my direction in life intentional. But in other moments, I felt dissatisfied with the person I had become and the people I found around me. This

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