Creative Writing
Jacob Givens
"The Spectator"
The wind is soft and breaths in steady tones,
And calms the empty streets, so sapped of noise.
The grass is granted leave from steps, and moans
About the shamed neglect from girls and boys.
Kimberly hickman
"a short poem on resilience and learning in the era of covid-19"
When at night time
The street lights
Begin to feel more like your sunshine
Let the luminescence fill your day
Trust me, that is okay
Kimberly hickman
"The Difference"
The difference between you and I is how we write “and”
You curve it at the top like a backwards treble clef
As troubled and curved as the others in your life
Harry Pham
"The ring"
The sunrise is my alarm,
I gather myself and courage.
I step into the ring again.
The bell rings and the fight begins.
Harry Pham
"The wave"
The wave came over me
Drowned and set me back at bay.
I longed to arrive upon my treasure.
So close, yet so far
How did it come to this?
Chio Saeyang
"The flower garden"
I know that it’s been a while
Since we last spoke and talked.
I’m reminded of your laugh and smile
In the garden of flowers.
Mikayla Vaba
"For my best friends"
Though at the end of the world life feels crazy,
when my best friend came to visit from Miami
it felt like how it always used to be:
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We rolled that joint and no one smoked it,
you borrowed my shoes and thought that I wouldn’t notice,
your boyfriend called you a bitch
and we laughed though I wished
you wouldn’t take that shit.