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 For even in my dreams, I always find my way back to you.

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Jen Vincent, Literature Editor September 28, 2020

I never worried when I would see you again.  although the fear of the world tearing us apart kept me awake, I never worried when I would see you again.  even through the heartaches.   you’re...

Oh, what power words are blessed with,
Capable of saving a life. (Photo from Pinterest)

Deep Ends

Jen Vincent, Staff Writer March 23, 2020

Oh, how I longed to exist unapologetically To step onto the cold grass, barefoot To see what lies beneath the word: “me” However, what I found cannot be simply put; But I will try my best...

Photo by Tim Bates on Flickr.

Captivating Sunflower

Cynda Allen, Opinion Editor February 19, 2020

It is you I see Swaying left and right with every breeze Petals dangling Bees sampling Above, you are towering In the light, showering The sun shines for you in all you go through It...

Each song was a heavenly mess of a melody. Photo credit: Pinterest

Heavenly Mess

Jen Vincent, Staff Writer December 16, 2019

Each song was a heavenly mess of a melody. Written for the souls, With holes for the hearts And for the emotions. That seem as empty as the oceans Themselves. The music brought them back, Until...

How can you love and hate? Photo credit: Pinterest

Dear Love

Jen Vincent, Staff Writer December 16, 2019

Dear love,  How can you love and Hate?    you love to hate don’t you?   don’t worry though, i already knew.   Hate is an ugly person.    he is aggressive   he...

Love doesnt exist the way you think it does.

Foolish Girl

Jen Vincent, Staff Writer November 22, 2019

It has been in front of you your whole life.  Love doesn't exist the way you think it does.  Foolish girl,  You’re killing yourself over things like friendship.  You’re just a foolish...

The ocean blue waves always seem to crash and collide into each other. Photo by Amareen Fatima.

The Vessel

Melody Scott, Staff Writer November 15, 2019

Loving and hating;  laughing and crying;  relationships and disconnections;  these things make up the vessel of life.    This “vessel” as I call it  isn’t always the easiest...

This poem was inspired by the novel “Fahrenheit 451”. Photo by: Blue Loft.

A Sea of Emotion

Cynda Allen, Opinion Editor October 30, 2019

From the river Into the woods He drifted With a sea of thoughts that could not be lifted He drifted Feelings and emotions The waves of his mind came flooding in a chorus of voices He thought of...

My world is so blue, full of bright skies.

Across the Ocean

Abby Marks, Staff Writer March 21, 2018

My world is so blue, Full of bright skies. My water always Running, hot when I tell it to be   The sheets that hug My plush mattress Smell like a fresh breeze, Soft and...

The significance of the wings is to resemble the meaning of the poem. The angel represents that I will follow you to heaven, or I will chase through hell to make sure you are okay. It was intended to help my friend get through a hard time in her life, and I hope she is doing well.

To My Friend

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer December 21, 2017

I can see the pain written on the canvas of your heart.  Believe me when I say I have tried to understand what has happened, but  I won’t pretend to know what you have been through.  I just wish...

“Now she can handle the pain. It is the little voice in her head that reminds her of how long she’s handled it that haunts her.” - JmStorm

I Remember.

Anna Anglin, Staff Writer November 9, 2017

Monday. She remembers his face so clearly Like a swift breath of air Except the air was not fresh No, it was a breath of cigarette smoke Life threatening, cloudy, yet she kept coming back...

You are driving beneath vandalized tunnels and six feet of your own indifference, writing pages and pages about yourself in the second-person as if to project that apathy toward an invisible You. You’re me. I just don’t admit it, because people get uncomfortable when others acknowledge the fact that we’re all driving away from something.

Anywhere North

Holley Murray, Staff Writer May 19, 2017

Your veins have begged you to run since the first beat of your heart. It’s a call you can’t ignore forever, but after three hours of driving toward Anywhere North Of This God-Forsaken Place,...

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