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Shivelight
Shivelight
By: Christine Ramos
Frozen Flowers
Frozen Flowers
By: Analise Guerrero
Happier Than Ever
Happier Than Ever
By: Ana Julia Fragoso
When I'm away from you, I'm happier than ever.
Wish I could explain it better
Wish it wasn't true
When I'm away from you, I don't feel suffocated
My hearts no longer breaking
And I don't know why
I wish we didn't have to end it
But I don’t get it
I don't regret it
Please tell me why
When I'm away from you, I don't even remember
The things we did together
Or how it felt
When I'm away from you I smile a little brighter
The room is filled with laughter
There's no more tears
I can't explain it
We should've made it
But there's nothing we could do
I wish we didn't have to end it
But I don’t get it
I don't regret it
Please tell me why
Now I'm away from you and I'm happier than ever
But I'm
Alone
Raw
Raw
By: Sophia Talley
raw
like walking barefoot through the garden
on a dewy morning
your feet gracing the cool of each stepping stone
right where humanity began
and is meant to be.
raw
like a newborn’s virgin eyes
exposed to elements they will never leave
introduced very suddenly
to a world beyond the odd safety of the dark.
raw
like a cut on your palm
right on the spot where your hand should be held
a reminder that you can be punctured,
that the strength you hold
can be disproven by a sharp edge.
sometime we need to feel it
(raw)
to remember that we are alive.
White Flowers
White Flowers
By: Van Nguyen
Kindness
Kindness
By: Sarah Doski
Hilo, Hawaii
Hilo, Hawaii
By: Lauren Engates
A Silent Figure
A Silent Figure
By: Christine Ramos
God is mighty and glory
I know this because of this one story
I flipped through the pages
And see a man come out of the skies
Or was it a man?
Or was it just a genderless figure?
Main character's name was Joann
Main character tried to configure
What he had seen before him
"Was it an angel?," He thought
The figure's eyes were quite dim
At least this is what I was taught
A figure with shiny blue eyes
Unusually shiny than a human's
A powerful figure that is very wise
With words that are an illusion
Sometimes it's hard for me to believe
In someone who I've never met
I shall never leave
Myself because I am upset
I drown myself in my own tears
When I am alone
But the figure communicates through prayers
Still, he is unknown
It's hard for me to listen
When I can't hear his voice
But I see the rain glisten
As if the drops of water is his voice
Is "he" the right word?
It's hard for me to tell his gender identity
What if the figure was a bird?
With wings that help me mentally
It's hard for me to describe God
When he's essentially a silhouette
One day, he will plant me in a pod
With my favorite old cassette
I say "he" because he's the father of Jesus
And Jesus is the son of God
The figure can see us
Making every situation feel odd
God is more beautiful than a human
He could be anything
He could be inhuman
Who knows everything
How do I know you exist
When you sometimes don't help me?
But I felt my brain twist
When the devil gave me anxiety
Was I meant to be this way?
Did I deserve this kind of treatment?
I don't know if I want to stay
On this Earth with this mistreatment
Is it okay for me to be in love with another girl?
Why do you see this act as a sin?
Don't tell me, that in the skies, you hurl
When I confessed I liked her skin
Is your voice silent?
It's hard to hear through the silence
I'm sorry that I've been so reliant
When you didn't give me any guidance
I imagine you with dark skin
Because of that children's book
I saw that you had that grin
And I thought it was a beautiful look
I feel your skin
As I run across the garden
It feels so thin
But at the same time, it was hardened
I see your eyes
As I look up to the sky
And I saw the moon rise
Hard to reach your hand when you're so high
It's hard for a human
To love another unconditionally
Your love is a bright lumen
That feeds me nutritionally
I can't help but embrace your beauty
Even though I can't see your face
It's hard to tell when you're moody
When I don't live in space
You gave me eyes to see
The beauty of nature
And a heart to be free
To love someone that was sent by a creator
Sometimes it's hard to trust you
When I see all this suffering
But I hope I shall never go through
Those things I see on TV that I'm discovering
You're the oxygen in my blood
I obviously can't live with you
You're the grass growing from mud
That can split in two
Like my mom always says,
"God made us this way for a purpose."
New Spring
New Spring
By: Madison Ramos
Maze Garden
Maze Garden
By: Alexa Nunez
A Letter to Someone a Hundred Years from Now
A Letter to Someone a Hundred Years from Now
By: Laurel Alonzo
What's it like?
Is it different, or has nothing changed?
The people are what I'm referring to.
Yes, the people, not the scenery
The scenery of your world is obviously different.
But what about the real scenery?
Has everything been changed?
I'm curious about the new world.
Picnic Art During a Pandemic
Picnic Art During a Pandemic
By: Carolina Barrios
Picnic Shenanigans
Picnic Shenanigans
By: Anonymous
Classtime
Classtime
By: Sophia Talley
Share screen,
Share screen.
Can anybody hear me?
The class looks vacant…
Please be patient.
Curse technology.
Share screen,
Share screen.
How are you all doing?
It’s been ages,
I miss your faces.
Are case numbers improving?
Share screen,
Share screen.
Woops, I was on mute.
Can you not hear me,
Or is no one speaking?
Oh your dog, how cute.
Share screen,
Share screen.
Please turn your cameras on.
It is so lonely
Teaching remotely,
I pine for your response.
Share screen,
Share screen.
Class over! You may go rest.
I hope all twenty
Of you stay healthy
And-
Oh. They all left.
The Sky
The Sky
By: Anaya Watkins
Psalms 19:1
Psalms 19:1
By: Lauren Zacho
Feminism
Feminism
By: Gabriela Martinez
The Calling
The Calling
By: Angelica Vasquez
There is a calling, a yearning,
she feels there’s something more.
It’s deeper, she’s a seeker and looks beyond the shore
It calls her, it’s a whisper,
yet a crash of yelling waves.
She’s scared, yet excited for the place where she’ll feel safe.
With a moment of silence, she closes her eyes,
waiting for the moment of clarity to arise
The unknown of the deep is what people fear
But for her, it’s calling is all she can hear.
Colorful Cabbage
Colorful Cabbage
By: Addison Mata
Sunset
Sunset
By: Rose Costello
Rainbow Falls at Wailuku River State Park
Rainbow Falls at Wailuku River State Park
By: Kennedy Holtermann
Calliandra Haematocephala a.k.a. Red Powder Puff
Calliandra Haematocephala a.k.a. Red Powder Puff
By: Sarah Trayhan
Early Mornings
Early Mornings
By: Lydia Lopez
Serenity
Serenity
By: Ireland Denning
Complete and utter serenity
Like how you feel when watching the waves crash
Along a sandy shore.
Like Blue and White horses racing over one another to a golden field.
Like how you feel when watching spring tulips bloom
In the last winter wind.
Like how you feel when watching the first leaves change from the crisp green
To the warm reds, oranges, and yellows of fall.
Like how you feel when watching the first snowfall of the season
Covering everything in sight in a sheet of white.
Complete and utter serenity is what I feel when I look at you.
Taking A Trip Down Memory Lane
Taking A Trip Down Memory Lane
By: C. Frey
I took a trip down memory lane.
To see the memories I kept at bay.
The ocean by the road beckoned to me,
The waves showing the memories that scared me.
I remember the ocean being as blue as lapis lazuli,
But the color in front of me was frightening.
The mixtures of red, blue, and gray hues swooshed towards me,
Reminding me of the times behind me.
I faltered and stumbled back towards the road.
Trying to keep my emotions locked down and cold.
To never think of the things that were already old.
And left the hues to shimmer alone.
I look back down memory lane,
And I kept trying to keep my head straight.
I took the quickest left turn to the next open street,
Making my trip down memory lane complete.
Sunset Street
Sunset Street
By: Giavanna Garcia
Fly Me to the Moon
Fly Me to the Moon
By: Sofia Perez
A Step Into Darkness
A Step Into Darkness
By: Karen Palacios
February
February
By: Isabella Ray
Today someone said your name,
And I couldn’t help it.
I wondered if you were calling her “baby”.
Or if you think she’s more pretty.
I hoped they meant a different person,
Because I felt a pain I cannot describe.
Like tasting an old sour candy
I haven’t eaten in all my life,
Yet I know the taste so well.
Today someone said your name
And I wanted to cry
Because I know deep down inside
I want your name to be something only I can say.
Today someone said your name
And I hated the way I snapped to look up so fast
Like I heard the trigger cock
And waited for the pistol to dig into the side
Of my head.
Today someone said your name
And the amount of denials racing through my mind
Were uncountable.
A name I whispered into the phone at 4am,
Joking about falling asleep so early.
The name of someone who whispered mine
Like it was his favorite song
A name I no longer dare to murmur
Was said as if it was
A new toy they bought
At the store.
Today someone said your name
And I’m not sure if I want to stay the same.
The tears still flow, you know.
But I think they’ll fade away.
update…
they have faded away.
Be There
Be There
By: Juliana Sauceda
Although the sun
Is almost always covered by clouds
You know it’s there
Peeking through every now and then
As a reminder
Of the bright and hopeful future
Building and Tree
Building and Tree
By: Anaya Watkins
City Skyscrapers
City Skyscrapers
By: Anaya Watkins
Colorado's Captured Beauty
Colorado's Captured Beauty
By: Emilia Haynes
Greenhouse
Greenhouse
By: Anaya Watkins
Life
Life
By: Jai Nolen
Life
To grow apart of another foe, happiness without a woe.
Time changes from central to eastern
Citizens can’t wait to be northern
Waiting to break free and become sparks
Existence
Feeling the grass between my feet when I walk past the abyss
Screaming to the top of my lungs waiting for an inevitable kiss
To have a name means to have a voice, but still nothing comes out
Death
As I lay there still, the feelings are no longer there.
The body simmers down to be one with the ground.
Flowers consume my coffin as a gratitude for my life.
Love blushes and one day I wished I was a wife.
Hands of God
Hands of God
By: Ansalma Rodriguez
We celebrate death as if we were born to die.
My great grandma’s body was an ancient statue displayed in the hall of a palace. She was dressed in the fairest and cleanest outfit that suited her. It did not seem foreign. My mother mourned quietly for her grandma, her greatest influx of Mexican traditions. I pondered over the history and life of the founder of the Rodriguez family. I would only pray with respect for my matriarch.
My little cousins lost their mother in a second. I did not fight for hope when I saw her body. I did not cry or comfort my tia when she prayed and begged for a miracle. Her outfit, to say the least, was disgusting, and her makeup painted her face like a clown. I thought I walked into the wrong service until I heard my tio call me out. Que paso mija. My cousin had laughter that made my ears grin. I had stayed at her house more than any other house in my life. Her rooms were always filled with crying, yelling, singing, and dancing. Her house was family.
My baby brother had lost his dad a month before he had lost his cousin. He was only a year old by then, too young to comprehend the terror of sickness. His dad wore a suit that made the man ready to dance on out of the packed funeral home. People say we look like him with his smile, his eyes, his moles, his skin color, and that we especially had his appetite. Perhaps when he’s older he’ll ask me about dad. I would embarrass him by telling him that when he saw dad in the casket, he would go up to him and tap on him to wake up. We would ask him where dad was, and instinctively he would point up to heaven. When his body has grown, I’ll give him dad’s favorite shirt and dress shoes. He would never know dad. His opinions would be based on stories, as if the man was a legend. For my brother, he would only gain respect for dad. For me, it has always been feelings of love and hate, a coin I would constantly flip.
I do not fear losing the people I love, but instead I fear I will lose my memories, my mind haunted by the crumbs of its existence.
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