I recently watched a movie in a movie theatre for the first time in two years. Yes, it’s been two years. When I was on my exchange in Europe I lived in a small town where none of the movies had English subtitles, and when I got back everything was closed due to the pandemic.…
This poem only consists of 8 short lines, but far beyond that is what’s truly hidden in between each word. This poem holds its own special details and characteristics that I feel no other poems could bring out. The feeling and emotions of what this poem portrays in only a few lines is what…
I am awake at eleven in the evening holding Woolf’s To the Lighthouse open in my left hand as I sit with my right leg crossed over my left, uncomfortable, still staring down at the pages mindlessly—what a strange book this is, I wonder. Words glide before my eyes and what is the point of…
One of my first posts ever on this site was a post about beating writer’s block. That post suggests that if you’re feeling drained, take a break and consider using a prompt to get the juices flowing again. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the college applications process, my creative well has been pretty drained—I…
I used to make up a ton of short stories when I was younger, but over time I stopped writing them. Probably because I don’t have that much free time anymore, but also because I feel like I’ve lost some of my creativity. I’ve been writing a lot, but mostly essays, book reports, and so…
Preface: My life has always been full of grief. Everything starts and ends eventually, and being the bear witness of that leads to a lot of hurt. Grief comes in forms of understanding, it comes abstractly, and it comes when you least expect it. All we can hope to do is hold on, to ourselves,…
Trigger Warning: This piece includes examples of violence and current issues within society. Viewer discretion is advised. Recently, the mayoral elections happened. We saw a surge in candidates and interest in all areas of the political spectrum. It can be theorized this is due to current resentment of the government, like we saw in the…
Saturday: a notepad sat on my desk. The paper’s slick surface reflected a curious yellow hue from a lamp. A clear resin pen, filled halfway with a dark grey ink, lay atop the notepad, a conspicuous accessory. I was up late at night, but the late-night writing did little to help with my insomnia. Rather,…
After an emotional goodbye to my brother a few days ago, I wanted to relive my experience of him getting into his dream school last December, so here it is! I hope you enjoy! My stomach dropped in anticipation of the news as if I were in a high-speed rollercoaster, though this was his…
Writing poetry is like a roller coaster All is well as the roller coaster begins to build momentum for its uphill climb It builds and builds, But sometimes That roller coaster gets stuck Losing all momentum and will that it had People get disappointed as they are ushered off Ruining their day With one…
A mug filled to brim with tea patiently waits in front of a teenage girl. She picks it up slowly enough to embrace its heat. She takes a long, deep sip, meaning to place it back onto the table before her. But she doesn’t. Instead, letting the warmth from its contents seep through her skin…
I haven’t done photography in a long, long time. Everything just looked so boring and grey to me. But there was something magical about wandering in my little community park, the road behind me and summer ahead. All of a sudden, everything became so beautiful-how could I not have noticed? It feels like a shift…
Villanelle: A form of poetry featuring five tercets and a quartet, with an alternating rhyme scheme and a pair of repeating lines scattered throughout. To be honest, I’m not normally the type to spring for structured poetry. I tend to write very freeform poetry, if it can even be called that after a while. But…
Seven quotes – read one everyday of the week before starting your day <3 Monday: Fall in love. Maybe it doesn’t have to be with someone. Fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at 1am, the glistening of the stars, the colors of the sun as it rises, the smell…
The simple things in life are often missed Glazed over with never a second glance Given to those things who most deserve it There’s a common saying that in the grand scheme of things Us humans are simply atoms drifting through the wide universe Existing for .01 of a second And ceasing all together…