Black n White
By Imkay Cute, silent, but quaint. You remind me I’m no saint. Deep brown eyes, glossy pink lips. No scars or scratches, more like rips.
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No Time
By Jessica Jiang Small jokes and inside conversations Averted eyes, plastered smiles Say you got no time, no time No time, gotta go, too much to do Pulled-low hats, wind blown hair Hand squeezed, lips locked, People saw but we don’t care Saw you laughing, it wasn’t with me Heard you crying, not on my shoulder Thought you were talking, not to me Call you up, late at night Early morning conversations used to feel so right But all you say is no time, gotta go There’s so much I have to do I’ll call you next time, when you’ve got more Lightning sparks across dark skies Red-chested birds, no heart, that still fly Saw them all, under the umbrella that you brought Said that it's going to be romantic, that’s what you thought Didn’t think that we’ll be soaked but that’s the way we kissed Now all you say, all I hear is no time no time No time for love, no time for good nights, and sweeter dreams Heard you fell in love, what do those words mean No time no time, all you say All I hear, there’s the door, it’s that way Door By Veronika Kowalski I’m in a room with a bunch of 20 year olds I don’t know but recognize
And I guess I’m 20 here too because I fit in just fine. The room is dark. Not pitch black, but dark. There is a guy whose face no one has seen, and he has been killing people. We are hiding from this guy. The way people die is they first get notes saying how they will die. They don’t know when it will happen it’s not a matter of if, but when. The girl across from me, since we are sitting in a corner, is crying she is sitting in front of a door she gets a note I guess it says “you will be stabbed” or something stupid like that The rest of us are trying to stay calm. After a while the door swings open from behind and the girl is half dragged, half falls into the man He is wearing long sleek black gloves and that is all I am really able to see of him For some reason I can’t see his face; maybe the door is covering it, but something makes me look away and look at the girl’s friend She is standing in front of her with her hands to her mouth It’s kind of like a movie where they don’t let you see the guy’s face; they tease you but you can never see his face Friendship
By Brian Zhang As warm and generous a place the world may seem It is a two-way door Man can choose to be alone But it is he who has further to fall. A shattered soul unaware of its own happiness Bearing the chains of society The mightiest beast cries for consolation at a time of darkness and despair, Only when he seeks the same pain in another Shall his dreams become reality. Man can choose to share his cup of coffee For he has discovered the sole key to success. A rejoiced soul whose happiness is held together by the strongest force living to its heart’s content Friendship A priceless treasure buried in the deepest point of my happiness Only to be dug up By you Been There. Done That
By Imkay I can hear them say One day you will be alone I already am Ode to Eight Hours
By Maggie Liu If there ever was a miracle Then it happened yesterday I was borderline hysterical That I somehow found a way Every second was a melody Every minute was a tune I couldn’t believe this happened to me And it wasn’t even June I set out to do the work that was due And in an hour I was done I swear to you this story’s true Lies, I have none I went to bed at nine p.m. You could imagine my surprise I woke up, five-thirty a.m. And I was energized You may not consider this truthful But believe me I beseech Not procrastinating has proven fruitful Because I got eight hours of sleep Thief By Veronika Kowalski I got off the train, early, at Atlantic Avenue-Barclays Center, with an adult friend. I was telling her why I had caused a scene as we walked up a grassy hill. She was listening intently. She agreed with my course of action. There were video cameras scattered around the sides of our path. They were surrounded by white plastic in the shape of Mickey Mouse’s face. We were heading toward the forest. I saw a slender, tall, blonde girl running our direction. Then, we saw a boy running after her. He was shouting, “Thief!” so I started running after her, too. My friend said when someone is running into a forest, it’s usually because they’ve stolen something.
I was running after her for about a couple of minutes. The trees got taller, the woods got more dense. The trees were actually really skinny. I remembered the article that mentioned how longer strides made faster runners. I made longer strides. I could feel the ball of my foot digging further into the ground. I leaped over a dried-up creek, caught the girl, and we fell. The boy who was calling her a thief caught up to me. He reached into the reusable grocery bag the girl was carrying, and took out a box of cookies or something. “I would help her up,” the boy shrugged, “but she has the flu.” If he was implying I would get the flu, I didn’t really care. I told the girl. Almost without thinking, I said, “Go home and get something to eat.” But maybe this was her home. And maybe that was her something to eat. As I released her, I noticed that one of her elbows was further down her arm than the other. It's Easy to Break Things By Vanessa Lam Rage slams down, spirals out
Be careful, an earthquake is happening It’s tearing through pride and hope Through wispy dreams anchored by tears And the glass walls keeping everything in (hadn’t they been designed with concrete?) There’s the shock wave, look There are glass shards being thrown out Remember not to let them go Your cloudy dreams can be found another day And hope and pride can be restored But if you hit others with those shards Well, Broken trust is not easily repaired Sweetheart
By Jessica Jiang because you know i am only Alive with my greased stained Hair and with my blood-stained Shirt. because you are Loved. but only because you are Beautiful. they look upon you and only see cupid shaped Lips. and only see a belly button, Crop Tops. they say, show some skin, Darling. i want to see all of You are nothing more than a Mirage, a reincarnation of a forgotten Ghost. show some love, Honey. but they only need you for your Looks. and you’re just a parade, full of fireworks. and then, Nothing. no more love, for you, Sweetheart. Man Named Amy By Veronika Kowalski I’m in a subway car in on a dimly-lit B train. There are a couple of people standing here and there. I’m reading, or doing a workbook, or something. I realized I had fifteen dollars on my lap; a ten and a five. I stuffed them into my coat pocket.
The man next to me smiled. “Hi, I’m Amy.” I started shouting. I looked at my dad, who was sitting a few feet away. I started calling him. My voice was hoarse. He looked around a bit, but his eyes didn’t meet mine. I kept screaming, looking for somewhere else to sit. One lady saw me and pointed at the two chairs at the end of the car. Good idea. The man named Amy started coming toward me. If he sat down next to me, I would be trapped. Bad idea. For a couple of minutes, I switched seats, changed places, tried to get in touch with my dad. Eventually, I ended up sitting in the front row of these three rows with three chairs each, all facing the same direction. In the middle row, there was Tahani, and in the third row, there was Allan, and my dad. I talked to Tahani. “Where are you going?” “I’m going trick-or-treating at Union Square.” “Hey, me too! Are you going with Jada, Nawar, and-” Suddenly, I saw the man named Amy was sitting next to my friend. I started screaming, out of fear this time. Everyone else started screaming, too, at each other. It must have been really pleasant for the other people on the train. “See? That’s what I mean,” remarked Allan. I paused. “Wait, Allan, are you the one who’s been following me this whole time?” It was darker than I thought in the subway car. He cringed. “It just goes to show how certain characteristics can make someone look more menacing than they actually are, and how some people can overreact.” “You wrote about this in your Spec article, didn’t you?” I was buying time to think of a legitimate answer. “Well, people don’t usually smile at me on the subway. And I don’t like talking to people on the subway I don’t know. The fact that he smiled at me, introduced himself to me, right after I put some money away, that was sort of telling. So I think my reaction was rational.” Hand in Hand
By Carolyn Fontanez You lustrous goddess, Yearning to be free. Your ubiquity shines into every corner, Every nook and cranny of the human species. You are a spectrum, liberating The enigmatic particles into beams of relief. Giving us passion, revival, the fruit of our dreams, You caress my skin with a touch Barely like the hand of a mother, but so familiar. You caress me. And I, your innocent duckling, cannot caress you back, But instead I hug you, With so much fear, Not deference, but admiration You have guided me, And now it is my turn to guide you. Who Am I?
By Brian Zhang Don't call me a rectangle with punch keys for I am certainly more than just a mere piece of cheese After all, taking the regents isn't a soft breeze But it just so happens that that is my sole expertise Multiply those numbers, one by one Then engross yourself in all this mathematical fun What's even more, There are so many buttons to explore Just press alpha, for example, and type out the word apple! I'm often confused with my scientific friend But believe me, we're not the same! Now, if you're gonna ask me if we once dated, I'mma send you off to play the SYNTAX error game A graphing calculator, my name shall be called For now you see that I’m not so simple after all |
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