Sometimes, you get comfortable with something. After a while, you want to expand your horizons, so you try new things. You work for a while, then you look back at what you’ve done, realize you’re utter trash and go back to your original thing. It’s here that I realize that I’m just bad at every…
I am a creative, or slightly psychotic, whichever you prefer, person. And, because of this, I have a lot of ideas. A lot. As in quantity, not quality. I’ve also recently discovered the joy of writing short stories. If I’m going to imagine stupid things, I might as well put them on paper and name them…
When paper meets pen, the potential and possibilities are limitless. The power of a single pen explores the boundless capabilities of my curiosity, as I write big ideas on little pieces of paper. These ideas are often my version of the truth, of how life works, but never have I truly encountered the truth. The…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve both hated and feared presenting; Something I unfortunately had to do a lot as a student. However, after years of forced piano recitals, school concerts, and public speaking events, I’ve begun to enjoy presenting. However, many people don’t share my sentiments, as evident from an analysis done…
With exams just around the corner, I figured what better way to prepare for exam season then by extending some of the tips and tricks I’ve learned from my AP English class! These guidelines have really boosted my performance in English, and I came to the conclusion that others would benefit too. Therefore, If you…
I rested my head in my hands, leaning my forehead forward to rest against the small, cold bedroom window. My eyes were transfixed upon a goose against the dusky clouds, flapping its wings furiously against the rain that effortlessly worked to heave it towards the puddly grounds. “You can do it,” I whispered under my…
I discovered American poet Nash Consing purely by chance. Scrolling through my Instagram feed on a late May evening nearly two years ago, I came across a collaboration between Nash and fellow Instagram poet, Alexa (@ar_poems). I subsequently followed Consing’s account, and perhaps it was the mix of writing and aesthetics that drew me in…
The blazing sun dips beneath clouds of gold Upon the departure roar ocean tides And the moon slowly rises to behold The world’s vast skies and magnificent vibes. The night darkens to unveil brilliant stars To bring about a cool breeze to my heart Healing comes forth, mending deep, bleeding scars For the night, sorrows…
I plowed a bit of earth one day, Which I had put lilies and wildflowers in galore. And my garden had a little white-washed fence, Which I re-painted annually My garden wasn’t a royal one, With its homey flowers, But what had I seen of Paris or Rome? So I thought it to be very regal.…
Only once are you born With one first step in your feet One first word from your lungs One first goal to complete Only once will you Be introduced and acquainted You better’ve composed yourself For the picture they painted Only once will you Make that perfect dish Find that perfect job And be granted…
If again your alarm Refuses to ring And you spill that glass Of milk you were drinking Even if the bus You’ve always been catching Ignores you so blatantly Leaving you waiting Even when your budget Just doesn’t work out Or when no one Seems to want to help out And when things fall apart…
Life is a train ride. Everything is so exciting when you first get on. You don’t understand why so many people complain. You’re determined to enjoy this ride. When you first start moving, there’s a sudden lurch, that’ll throw you forward. You’ll lose your balance. Probably fall. But the only thing you can…
This poem was inspired by the desire to just write something after quite a long break from poetry. The process of applying for university can be overwhelming with everyone trying to offer their advice, wanted or unwanted. It is important to have a way to sometimes break free and that’s what this poem is about.…
Dear Diary, Time is not a ticking bomb nor is it a devil to be feared. Time isn’t compelling you to race against mankind nor is it pressurizing you to brawl against the inescapable movement of hands on a clock. However Time is seeking your companionship, it is craving for you to accompany it with…
‘Every Last Word’ Welcome to Poet’s Corner Prize Pack One winner will receive: • Journal, pen & magnetic fridge poetry kit; • copy of Every Last Word to inspire the poet in you. About the Book: If you could read my mind, you wouldn’t be smiling. Samantha McAllister looks just like the rest of…