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CREATIVE WRITING
Hello overworked students, Thank you for using that spare 5 minutes you have to read this month’s selection. I know you don’t have time for this–hell, I didn’t have the time to put this together–so it means a lot. I hope these words distract you from the deep dark gulf of your finals.
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LAURY CHARLAND Creative Writing Editor
Free Verse - I wish…
CRISTINA LIJOI Contributor
I wish I could tell you. I’ve lost and I’ve loved, and I’ve cried, and I’ve laughed. yet not a loss or love or cry or laugh feels as special as when I, lose or love or cry or laugh with you. you are my soul, my sun and rain, the clouds in my sky, the moon and the sun. my heart races and I pace, and I make a moment in time to remember your face. your face, and the space you create to exist in my life. your laugh, and the rabbit that makes my heart skip a beat in time. your brain, works in ways a mind like mine finds hard to understand, and if I tried, I would be lost in a faraway land. you’re far and close and long and small. but I would travel far and close and long and small just to touch your face and see you smile and breathe your breath and taste your lips and speak your words and beat your heart. I hold an apple to my eye, and I see you. But,
I can’t tell you that I want to lose, and love, and laugh, and cry. I want to travel far, and close, and long, and small. For you are not here and, I am weighing myself down on a scale of bricks and stones, my arms too limp to hold the feelings I mold.
I know you don’t want to lose or love or cry or laugh, with someone like me. Someone who is ready to love, the cobweb dusted parts in your heart. Someone who is ready to trust the key, that you store in the back pocket of your mind. I will wait until you see that you can pull away the bricks and stones, And feel the weight off your chest. I will wait for the day that we can be each other’s skin. I will lose and love and laugh and cry, like the way the sky needs night. Like water needs river, Train needs track, Time needs space, Cars need race, Like a soul to a mate. But, I wish I could tell you.
Bones
LAURY CHARLAND Creative Writing Editor
I found bones in the woods last night. Mother, I swear they weren’t his.
I found bones in the woods last night. I didn’t look at them for too long Mother, I swear they weren’t his.
I found bones in the woods last night. They screamed my name and sung my mind I didn’t stare, Mother. I swear they weren’t his.
I found bones in the woods last night. In piles, and mountains, and mounds They chanted my love and wept my sorrow, I know it’s rude to stare, but, Mother, I swear— They weren’t his.
I found bones in the woods last night, In crevices, and puddles, and creaks, They tasted like the life of a king and the dreams of a child, They knew my trust’s rhythm, knew my lust’s melody, Maybe I glanced one time too many But they weren’t his, Mother.
Trust me. I would know.
Ode to Sleep, Rest, Dreaming, and all the things that lie between.
ADRIAN DARWENT Contributor
Revisit the right of perennial rest Before familiar fading flared the fire Before me, Marx, Madonna, and Macbeth Before strung dolls danced to their dreamt desire Before their ticking told the time for tea When we would live like lithium light bulbs And we will always wander past ennui And we will heighten hell to hear out Hobbes And we won’t only talk of what’s observed Until grain gathers against gunning geese Until crunched acres cut the crawling curve Until blight stumbles back upon its beast Until we nestle into Night’s sole need Subside now, smother sound in ceaseless sleep.
Unrealistic expectations of living as a teenager in today’s society
SHAELYN DIABO Contributor
Growing up in a digital world has stunted the growth of those who have more potential than brainwashed and idle robots who sit behind a screen and pretend.
We pretend to be okay with the violence and the unrest of the world, reacting with blank faces and reposting.
Praising others in the forms of ‘likes’, justifying validation through social media and how we perceive those around us.
But why isn’t it fine to want to express ourselves? What else do we have to lose when our lifelines die faster than our phone batteries as we waste away in our seas of lit-faced screens.
Will 3000 likes soothe the pain? Will that comment from your crush really change how you view yourself? What can help when you’re suffering in an endless loneliness, stranded alone in the ocean of your own thoughts. What can help when you finally feel as if you’re drowning and there’s no lifeline, lifeboat or charging cable to cling onto?
Nothing. You drown and the ocean’s vast emptiness enters your lungs, the salty water fills your mouth and you can’t breathe. But why does this need to happen? Perhaps it was all the time you spent on your phone like your parents said, maybe it was the heartbreak when your crush stops commenting, or maybe it’s the severity of the reality of our real world.
But this does not have to be the end. We can save ourselves without expending these lifelines, and reconnect with ourselves.
The ocean’s violent waves die down with the tide as the moon pulls it back from the beach, our minds set at ease.
We take a breath of the salty beach air, our lungs empty of the ocean water and we stay alive.
The moon never leaves and the ocean stays constant, but the ocean cannot lower its tide without the moon. The moon cannot exist without the sun.
Find the sun within yourself and the ocean becomes a peaceful presence which coexists.
