Match

By Jourdan Lobban.   What I saw in the mirror And what I saw on the inside For a long time Did not match In any way   In the mirror Was a girl With reddish brown skin Eyes so dark, Almost black, And hair that was too gentle to be coarse Yet too strong…

The Soul Connection

By Anokhi. Love, they say, is one of the greatest feelings that connects two souls. If a person falls in love with all his heart, he/she can feel a soul talking to him/her. But what if he/she has failed in love? Does a soul have the power to get him/her back to being a happy…

Love at First Sight

By Kaitlyn Fischer. Seeing your face was like a revelation for me. It was as if the stars that hung in the sky above me had all collided, creating this beautiful collision of light and destruction. Every day that I spent with you felt like another piece of my puzzle had been put in its…

Newton’s Law of Gravity

By Sai Rayala. They say Isaac Newton Was sitting under an apple tree Watching the soft cotton clouds Float like mist in the pale blue sky. An apple broke off and fell down And struck poor Newton on the head. A hit that led to gravity.   It’s a pity our world has no place…

Poetry

By Ansh Mundra.  Usually, we write poetry Like this. With six words on one line And five on the other.   Why do we Write like this, With sentences broken down And written in Separate lines As if Such a style Has a greater impact On the reader.   Why can’t I write like this,…

On Suicide: Reflections Inspired by Chester Bennington

Right now I’m sitting on my bed. It is 2:02 AM on July 22nd, 2017. The lead singer of Linkin Park died two days ago, on the 20th. I’m not a huge fan of Linkin Park. My sister was a listener for a year or so, but I never took the initiative to seek out…

The Binge

By Jourdan Lobban. A girl is lying in bed under layers of blankets.  Five empty Welch’s fruit snack wrappers lie near her fingertips. Soft, loosely coiled black hair covers her from ears to cheekbones. Her skin, once reddish gold mixed with honey, is currently a dull brown masking in darkness. A typical Tuesday evening. Nema’s…

The Canvas and the Brush

By Zara Dash. A kind, wrinkled face stared intently at a blank canvas. A pale, wrinkled hand held a paintbrush tightly in his grasp. With a slight quiver, the hand moved toward the canvas with eagerness and purpose.  Her lightly soaked bristles met the blank canvas in a silent kiss, making him blush with a hue of pink,…

After You Move On

By Kaitlyn Fischer. I was sitting in my kitchen, my fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of a coffee mug. The steam clouded my glasses as I lifted it to my face, reminding me of the time when I breathed against the inside of your car window one chilly winter’s night and drew my name…

The Idea of You

By Swarnali Patra. I watch the stars and wonder how the tiniest particles in them are perpetually fighting, colliding, scuffling to glimmer. How we settle for the little that we get to see because of our proclivity for ease- one of our many vices. I wonder if people have the binaries of ideas that result…

A Learner’s Aspirations

By Anokhi. Were you ever stuck in a situation where you had to choose a career against your heart’s desire and your mind’s consent? A situation where you had to choose between a career that your parents want you to pursue though you have no interest in it at all, and a career which you…

Absentia

By Sanho Kim. No matter how I looked at it, the station was an anomaly. The white, glowing object was a calculating machine floating around in the black simplicity of space. It shone brighter than any star, as thousands of fluorescent lamps, holograms, and computer screens all whined in unison, crying for attention. However, the…