“my best creation” [poem by layla wilke-conant ‘25]
I could write a thousand poems pieces of literature that could be read by many Hoping to put my emotions into some form of written word Praying that I might touch others the way you graced my soul I could sing a thousand songs my harmonies could bounce off colosseum walls Hoping to give and receive empathy so they can feel my sorrow and I can feel their pain Praying that I ring true to your whispers the ones that entranced me so many nights I could paint canvases of beauty my brush strokes could be in museums Hoping to be acknowledged yet too abstract for another’s bare eye to understand Praying that if anyone sees it for its truth it is you the one who saw me for who am From paragraphs to symphonies to illustrations I could create any form of art I publish books, sing for crowds, show in exhibitions I could render fame in millions Yet nothing, no piece of art could ever be as entrancing as the depiction of you I made in my head You may be the medium but I am the illustrator Maybe “you” aren’t even you. You are just who I made you to be Yet however fake You are still my best creation to date
cerritulus [ink by sofia bostrom ‘26]
burn
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