I wrote this poem for one of my closest friends who reminded me that friends do exist. After being in a relationship that dragged me under and away from friends and any type of social life, finding this friend helped me breathe. This is my letter to her. Dear Friend, Friend you are, caring soul
I wrote this poem about a relationship in which one is attached to his/her partner, hoping that the other will change into this imagined or nostalgic perspective. A relationship like this is never easy to grieve, nor is it ever easy to escape, especially when one doesn’t wish to leave; even though that’s what’s needed
You don’t need someone to tell you how pretty you are or how your smile can light up a dark room. When you begin to love yourself, you don’t rely on other people for your happiness. To love yourself, your mind and body, means to accept this is reality, and no one can tear down
Native Run is a band consisting of Rachel Beauregard and Bryan Dawley: best friends who double as extremely talented musicians. They’ve opened for both Lady Antebellum and Sam Hunt and were featured in Rolling Stones. Their brand new single, “Sleeping in the Bed I Made”, is a soulful rendition that explores the process of loss
The crowd is screaming for me. That is what I am telling myself. My hands slide down my black silk bodice that snugly fits my torso. Then my touch grazes over my tightly wound bun. The lights fade. The music begins. I blink, and I am on stage, beginning in first position, my body poised
The Volez Voguez Voyagez Louis Vuitton Exhibition is located at 86 Trinity Pl, New York, NY 10006. This exhibit opened on Oct. 27, 2017, and closes on Jan. 7, 2018, so it is still open for visitations. My visit on Nov. 10 gave me a historical outlook on the origin of the brand that many
I did not wish for this. The carriage wheels push over dozens of pebbles, never giving me a chance to relax for just a moment. My eyes stare at the setting sun in the distance despite the brightness flickering different colors over my vision and blinding me. I blink them away and seal my eyelids.
TW: assault/abuse This poem is an ode to all of those affected by assault/abuse/misconduct. We are here for you. and we believe you. You and your experiences are valid. I. Harvey Weinstein pulls out his anatomy as a gross display of dominance over an 11-year-old. She laughs a nervous laugh. I read somewhere that
I wrote this poem as a way to show how dominance in a relationship can truly change it for the worse. This particular piece shows how this bright, inspiring girl can change from simply one boy being in her life — this not excluding other cases such as gay, lesbian, etc. relationships. Treatment like this
I’ll admit, it was hard to find a proper way to explain this poem. I’d found motivation to write this when writing about a wildhearted character who doesn’t necessarily have a story yet. When writing this girl, I realized that I can connect with her in this wildhearted way, and it brought me back to
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
The original 1964 Mary Poppins movie won over 20 awards — ranging from Oscars to Golden Globes. In the 53 years since, Mary Poppins has been adapted into a Broadway show, small theater productions, and numerous school plays. But what is it exactly about the singing nanny that has stolen everyone’s heart? First off, Disney’s version of Mary Poppins