As I ponder about graduating, I am constantly reminded of the amazing memories I have created over the past years in high school. This poem is a recount of those memories, the failures and the successes, and amazing friendships. My soul is lit by matches, Like an elliptical lantern That succumbs in the light. It…
The Evening Sky Often the dark sky sparkles dots of light, Shimmering miles away they burn strong. One feels satisfaction from such a sight, And knows their glow will last forever long. With every three-fourths of a hundred years, A blazing streak illuminates the shade. An experience that presents no fears, One moment that will…
Margaret Atwood November is almost over, and in honour of Canadian writer and inventor Margaret Atwood, who was born on November 18, 1939, I have compiled a list of Atwood’s best poems with a blurb on my interpretation of the meaning she was trying to convey. “Eventual Proteus” Relationships are short-lived because the problem that…
A city I’ve never been to feels like home to me It’s the best feeling ever known to me I can hear the trumpets calling me As I lay at 3 am falling asleep Street musicians under warm lampposts Seem like cheerful welcoming hosts Oh how the blues Awaken my soul in different hues In…
Have I ever, ever felt so alone, Always cold, never warm, chilled to the bone, Heads down, hoods up, cold snapping weather, Endless winter and loneliness come together. Has anyone ever, ever thought of me, In times of sadness, in times of frown, Snowflakes falling, sweet tears dropping, Blue mood season – feeling…
Perhaps no explanation or poetry at all would suffice for our existence, Perhaps we are just mere particles born to be diminished and regenerated into new ones. They say that one must fulfill the purpose of their existence. Perhaps we are not born with a purpose, Perhaps that purpose is our destiny that is…
1 in 5 Canadians are impacted by some sort of mental illness in their lives.
The Vimy Pilgrimage Award is an educational program that takes twenty Canadian youth to Europe for one week to learn about Canada’s efforts and the First World War. I was fortunate enough to be chosen to go this year and I was truly moved and honored to go with such a wonderful group of people.…
The Vimy Pilgrimage Award is an educational program that takes twenty Canadian youth to Europe for one week to learn about Canada’s efforts and the First World War. I was fortunate enough to be chosen to go this year and I was truly moved and honored to go with such a wonderful group of people.…
Blossoming trees, flowing rivers, fresh air: a small leaf, growing from a branch a small flower, sprouting from the ground a small child, dancing in the rain Springtime. Nature surrounds us. Its frosty winter breath is beginning to fade, replaced with the warm, caressing touch of sunlight reflected on icy ponds beginning to thaw…
On Saturday January 20th, millions of people around the globe and thousands of individuals right here in Calgary gathered to support the second annual Women’s March.
I’m sure at some point, we’ve all had the urge to write our own book. But for most of us, trying to actually start that process usually puts a damper on that aspiration. However, meet the girl who’s braved this daunting task. This is Yi Nuo, a grade 11 student at Sir Winston Churchill High…
White. Black. Mexican. Asian. Native American. Middle Eastern. Indian. What do these words really mean? And more importantly, why do we use these labels to differentiate between ourselves?
Winter officially starts in about a month, but snow is everywhere in Calgary right now. The first snow of the year is so enchanting, but slowly and surely, with dirt and melting, the snow turns into a grey nasty slush that does nothing but gets your socks wet and cold. However, just after it first…
A poem about that inevitable feeling A knot twists at your insides Pulling this way, tugging that way. Your hands quiver Like frozen leaves. The tip of your nose is frozen But your heart tries to break out Of its bone and ligament enclosure. That essential, blood-pumping organ Is pounding Like a bread maker nearing…