Heritage and To Be a Beautiful Nightmare
BY DIVYA REDDY Heritage 1.34.1.34 billion people.Condemned to suffer, but not.At eye-level, you see animals, burns, and chaos,But look up to those living the modern life,The slight glimpses of order,The … Continue reading
Clouds Are Overrated
BY SACHIN ALLUMS Clouds are overrated. If you took your fist and punched a cloud, it would dissipate and fly away. A cloud appears fluffy and looks like it contains … Continue reading
forever
BY AFIFA IMRAN How can we believe in forever?When the universe is obliged to destructWhere every grain of sandDissolves within the seaBurying its treasuresTo safe keepWhere emotions are nothingBut a … Continue reading
Mountains of Love
BY ALBERT HE From the very first time I saw you in that adorable dress of trees,I knew you were specialThose flowing clouds of hairand that colorful, vibrant personality of … Continue reading
Echos
BY ALYSSA BELLE Broken pottery shards rest at my feet/I shout but all I hear is echos/They reverberate around in my head/Shaking my cold, pale hands/Eating away at my fading … Continue reading
Girl of Class
BY ALISON SWANITZ She traipses down the hall like she’s made of glass. Delicate, an ornate work of art carefully carved and polished to stand out from the rest, to … Continue reading
The Different Types of Love
BY ALEFIYA PRESSWALA People always try to define the word love, but there are so many types and forms of love, there’s no single way to say exactly what it … Continue reading
Amongst the Stars
BY JENNY CHEN The girl who gave me the universe In pale hands splattered with speckles of orange Her eyes mirrored the blue painted into the sky at 7 pm … Continue reading
A Little Girl Made of Mirrors
BY HALEY HIBSMAN She struts shamelessly Why shouldn’t she She is flawless Every person’s dream But like us all she has a flaw She is made of mirrors She reflects … Continue reading
The Storm of the Heart + three more
BY CECILY LOWE The Storm of the Heart The darkness That masks these crystal skies Is the shadow Of he who is devine. Relentless tears fall, As lonely … Continue reading
Why?
BY RYLEE KUHN Why does everyone hate me? What did I do? I look through the window at everyone else and all I see is beauty. I can’t tell them, … Continue reading
Groundsky
BY ZACHARY HOEHN Black. All I can see is black while I feel my bones pulling and pushing outside of my skin. The faint glint of iron and silver shine … Continue reading
The Rotational Pull of Gratitude + one more
BY BRYAN MARTINEZ The Rotational Pull of Gratitude Heroes are made from their actions. They don’t need special powers Nor super strength. All they need is the desire … Continue reading
Empire of Mind + Three More
BY JOEL ENAMORADO Empire of Mind My mind is a society buzzing in technicolor. Its skies are saturated, gluttonous children, painted in mislaid lilacs and sapphire. They cry gold, showering … Continue reading
Sleeves + Replay + When I Was Younger + Letter to my Future Daughter
BY KIARA CARTER Sleeves They ask quite frequently why I wear my sleeves so long Till the point it can almost touch the tip of my fingers It’s not to … Continue reading
Five Poems
BY DAKOTA SHOEMAKER Forever Your Vassal I am tired of being tired. You have stressed me to the extent of resentment. Helped pick my skin raw, searching for … Continue reading
Joy Lin + Birchleaf Pear
BY KATHERINE DU Joy Lin I. 7.6 pounds, no calculator buttons for teeth, almond-eyed. Beautiful. II. Laolao painted the times tables in her head. Joy squinted and recited … Continue reading
Sketchbook Love
BY MORAINBOW About the Artist Morainbow is a junior at Bryan Adams High School Leadership Academy in Dallas,TX. Her sketchbook goes with her everywhere.
Hunting Season: A Personality Quiz + how to be both holy and broken
by FARAH GHAFOOR Hunting Season: A Personality Quiz 1. tiger pelts and rifles. 2. 17% fluent in portuguese. 3. singing lullabies to things bleeding into brown. 4. embedded … Continue reading
Teen Angst + Casual + Walk with Me + Freedom
BY SEAN DETSCHERMITSCH Teenage Angst We clutch the sides of broken angst and teenage lust gripping for the ones we passed and trust I got ripped from the arms of the … Continue reading
My Little Beating Bruised Heart + Charcoal Lungs
BY MADDIE MCLEOD My Little Beating Bruised Heart My little beating, bruised heart oozes blackish blue venom from its chambers. Glass shards, like flecks of confetti, cut my lips as … Continue reading
Beauty in Death: A Photo Essay
BY MANNIE AVILA Artist’s Statement My older brother Robert, got me into photography. I used photography as an escape from all my troubles. I was struggling with depression, anger management, … Continue reading
Medium + Bone-White Bones + Back to the Beginning
BY CIARA KNISLEY Medium this place is already poisoned, a hell swarm and a bubble in the earth and if I tried to go somewhere new my truck would only … Continue reading
