Tag: poetry

Mariecar Mendoza Picking petals off the rose It never crossed my mind to go She loves me not; she loves me so Now I know how it goes. You live in a free country But you’ve got no choice at all If you could you’d trade with me But then you’d take my fall I […]

Mariecar Mendoza Deep inside intestines lined with freedom crimes, she’s reaching in. Searches far and wide for nothing at all; shaking hands where pad met lead. A breath she took, one that you can’t hold. Pretty pain it don’t feel good, but she made you feel again. She made you feel again. The curves are […]

Mariecar Mendoza I’ll never be bored enough to call you, sorry enough to apologize or sad enough to miss you. I’ll never be lonely enough to want you miserable enough to cry or impulsive enough to see you. I’m not happy enough to forget you angry enough to regret you or secure enough for contentment. […]

Emily Rancer As I sit and stare at the pages Of newspapers yet to print I find myself staring for ages At my stylebook for a hint. Woeful are the rules for “said” And where the comma goes; I try to keep it all in my head But out my ears it always flows. Oh […]

Caitlin Donnell Midterms are starting It is time to study hard Instead we party. Soon the clock hits twelve Then I’m off to my next class Anything but this. This teacher is bad No one can understand her Ugh engineering. I’m an engineer There are girls all around me Thank God for GE’s. – Brandon […]

Nick Coury We drew his name in the sky With teeth and bones From the shadows our bodies made in the sun. We moved in the air like chess pieces. One space at a time? Moments are of the essence, we said. We outlined our home in the clouds With sharpened sticks, and made windows. […]

Mariecar Mendoza The sun lacks compassion, Beating down relentlessly. Revealing the silent suffering, Of the young one dying. And in the bright sunlight, Shines something very dark. The struggle not to live, But to die. Crawling on an impending grave, Tear ducts all but dry. Parched are the lungs, That breathe in sand, Whose prayers […]

Louise Dolby                    End of ouroboros   The well fed who rest upon designer beds Are not at war for divide and conquer, We Don’t care and disregard, as snakes skin shed   Administration deaf to words that are said Mothers curdled cries, screams like thunder, See The well fed who rest upon designer beds […]