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Sensing My Way
Sensing My Way
Yi Li
Yi Li
Doubt and Trust
Doubt and Trust
Aleen Xue
Aleen Xue
Doubt
Doubt
Feels like succumbing into the wild mist.
It coaxes you with silken whispers
Into a tender yet tightening embrace
That skews judgement of matter and space.
But this accursed omnipresence
Creates a gift of protection,
Keeping us remembering
That truth evades detection….
Does it?
Trust
Trust
Feels like leaping into the cerulean sky.
It sweeps you up with vast wings
Into the face of unparalleled height
That exhales stars in the shadow and night.
But this blessed sense of warmth
Creates a curse of perception,
Keeping us believing
That truth triumphs deception...
It does.
Wistful
Wistful
I’m in the woods
Where the chilly breeze never stops.
Once a land of sunshine, now a clouded memory
I walk on, thinking about what could have been.
After the laughter and joy,
It was over so soon. Why did it have to end?
Wading in doubt, I stumble along.
No turning back.
Sean Wang Shreya Mishra Savani Deodhar
Sean Wang Shreya Mishra Savani Deodhar
Jennifer Liu Christine Joseph Dora Peto
Jennifer Liu Christine Joseph Dora Peto
Alone
Alone
Fiona Pan
Fiona Pan
Controlled
Controlled
Fiona Pan
Fiona Pan
Fire and Water
Fire and Water
Haya Ahmer
Haya Ahmer
The spark started in his brain, setting fire to all of his
nerves, and going down to his heart.
It set fire to his heart as well, and it started to pump
lava to his limbs, instead of blood.
It reached every corner of his
body, burning through his sense of shame, and his
sense of sense.
Then the lava came alive,
and created a monster of the man.
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The lava, the vicious, merciless lava, used his tongue as a hose to burn through her pride.
Steam billowed out of his ears, his words setting fire to everything in the room. He didn’t stop,
not even for a second, to think about what he was saying, what he was burning, and what would
be left behind. He didn’t even stop to see that his words were shouted in vain, for they didn’t hurt her.
If he was a ruthless, raging inferno, she was a cooling, healing river. If he was a volcano,
she was a waterfall. If he was fire, she was water.
Every fiery word that left his mouth, was extinguished. It didn’t set fire to her hair, or
boil off her control. Its power was diminished until it didn’t even exist. She didn’t give it any
thought, she didn’t let those callous words reach her mind, and most importantly her heart. For if
her heart was not strong, and it lost the battle, she would lose everything.
She would become like him. A monster.
“If only,” she said as she turned away from him. “If only his heart was made of water, he
would never have been set on fire. But it’s too late anyways. He’s burned through it already.”
Sundown
Sundown
The sun beams down on the golden shore.
Scorching sand bites down on my toes.
As I walk towards the ocean the heat slowly fades
And cool air surrounds me as day turns to night.
A midnight breeze blows through my hair.
Far above, the stars glimmer,
And the moonshine dances across the water,
Reflecting in my eyes as I smile at the glow.
Piper Epstein Nicole Feng Ashiya Patel
Piper Epstein Nicole Feng Ashiya Patel
Emma Ni Laura Zhou Richa Patel
Emma Ni Laura Zhou Richa Patel
Saachi Yadav
Saachi Yadav
Perkins Park
Perkins Park
Vivian Xie
Vivian Xie
Portraits of the Water
Portraits of the Water
Grace Yan
Grace Yan
Clear and Sunny
Clear and Sunny
Priya Ramakrishnan
Priya Ramakrishnan
Clair et Ensoleillé
Clair et Ensoleillé
Je regarde par la fenêtre la neige frémissante
Qui fait des dessins en l’air, presque comme si
On les avait tracés avec un doigt.
En allumant quelques chandelles je me demande
Comment nous avons fini ainsi.
C’est pour ces raisons—
Il fait nuit et froid, et la neige tombe sans cesse—
Que tu as décidé de rester ici quelque temps.
Et malgré l'obscurité permanente, je ressens
Une chaleur particulière.
Pendant ce soir-ci, au moins, j’espere que
Je pourrai te donner la tranquillité d’esprit.
Le bruissement de neige et le son de ta voix
Remplissent la salle, tout doucement.
Tu remarques la fumée des chandelles
Avec un petit sourire, contrasté des
larmes qui coulait de tes yeux
Il y a un moment. La nuit se passe ainsi,
Au souffle léger et à la chaleur gardée.
Mais avant que l'aurore ne se montre
Tu pars. Avec un remerciement et
Rien de plus. Et même si nous nous rencontrions
Encore une fois, ce ne serait pas
Exactement comme ceci.
Je regarde dehors, et remarque que
Avant que je l’ais remarqué,
La neige s’est transformée en pluie.
Et puis j’attends que le jour devienne
Clair et ensoleillé.
Clear and Sunny
Clear and Sunny
I watch by the window as the trembling snow
Makes patterns in the air, almost as if
Someone had traced them with a finger.
I light a few candles, and wonder
How it is we’ve ended up this way.
It’s for these reasons—
It’s cold and dark, and the snow falls endlessly—
That you’ve decided to stay here for some time.
And despite the perpetual darkness, I feel
A particular warmth.
For this one night, at least, I hope that
You’ll be able to find some peace of mind.
The whisper of snow and the sound of your voice
Fill the room, all softly.
You point out the smoke from the candles
With a small smile, a contrast from
The tears that fell from your eyes
A moment ago. The night goes on this way,
With our breaths kept low and our warmth kept together.
But before the dawn even breaks
You leave. With a ‘thank you’ and
Nothing more. Even if we were to meet again,
It wouldn’t be exactly like this.
I look outside, and realize that
Before that I had noticed
The snow has turned into rain.
And so I wait for the day to become
Clear and sunny again.
Princeton At Noon
Princeton At Noon
Jordan Spector
Jordan Spector
Oneiric
Oneiric
Sunlight splinters across skittering shadows
Time tattles to the trembling sun that lies down to sleep
Another restless night of dreams before the dawn.
The dying stars tell me what my dreams are
But how can I be certain that they are truly dreams?
When during the day my dreams spill into reality,
And I long for the nights, when I know I am dreaming.
But let dreams be dreams, and reality unknown -
For it is in the unknown that I am truly at home.
Jenny Xu Melanie Zhang Gabby Aguilar
Jenny Xu Melanie Zhang Gabby Aguilar
Steven Dambeck Grace Yan Ellena Yang
Steven Dambeck Grace Yan Ellena Yang
The Dead Sea
The Dead Sea
Michelle Zhong
Michelle Zhong
Wanderlust
Wanderlust
The waves drew me in from the start
glittering oceans like a charming smile,
seagulls singing out their sweet song,
Calling for the scent of the salty sea.
Nonetheless, I can feel the dream unraveling.
The curtain falls, a cascade of soft velvet.
The luxurious fabric pools in great piles of crimson,
And I am left yearning for the golden waves
As bittersweet melodies echo in my ear.
Piper Epstein Nicole Feng Ashiya Patel
Piper Epstein Nicole Feng Ashiya Patel
Laura Zhou Richa Patel Saachi Yadav
Laura Zhou Richa Patel Saachi Yadav
Emma Ni
Emma Ni
does she know
does she know
Haya Ahmer
Haya Ahmer
she thinks about that time when she was so upset that she started to cry in front of her mother, standing there in the kitchen, during a party. she thinks about how awful that trip was, and how awful she had felt. she thinks about how, as she was making her way to her room, stomping angrily, with tears streaming down her face.
she thinks about how, as she was rounding the corner to her room, her great uncle sat in a chair entertaining one of the guests. she thinks about how her great uncle turned to the man sitting next to him, and pointed at her and said, “do you know who she is? she is their eldest daughter, and she is such a good person”. she thinks about how though those words were not much, they were enough, they made her feel better. she thinks about how she has never heard such words before.
she thinks about how her great uncle must have seen her cry, must have seen her upset, and thought that this would her make her feel better. she thinks about how this is one of the most touching moments in her life, and how kind his heart must be.
but does she know?
does she know that this cherished memory for rainy days isn’t real? does she know that her mind, in desperation, has created a moment like this so that she might keep going? so that she doesn’t truly believe no one sees her and no one loves her? does she know that in keeping her heart, her mind has betrayed her?
Bethesda Terrace
Bethesda Terrace
Jordan Spector
Jordan Spector
Primaries
Primaries
Grace Yan
Grace Yan
14
14
Steven Dambeck
Steven Dambeck
Would you sit in a theater with me?
No really, would you?
There is no show,
no audience.
Just the two of us in the rows.
Not romantic,
unless you want it like that,
just friendly, and a little bit manic.
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The two of us can just chat
in row 14 of that empty theater,
clear out history, empty our cache.
The best actors really dive into their roles
get a feel for the character
till Romeo is as real to them
as the actor is to you or me.
I want to be an actor,
but not one like that.
I want to dive into a person
and pick through their mental trash
I want to see an actor.
Have someone dive into me
someone whose gonna get in deep
and clear my mental cache
someone who could begin to understand
when I say ‘fourteen’ and other trash
but I don’t know any actors,
none like that.
The person I imagine
is someone with blue in their eyes
not literal eyes,
but blue in their soul,
and not literal blue,
the blue of Romeo
The person I imagine
is on the same wavelength,
like reverse sunscreen:
they let in uv
but keep out what most can see
The person I imagine
is a little too Romeo
they’re real to me,
but not real to you.
because they need an actor
to be that real to you.
But I’m crew, not cast
I know this is confusing,
like the number fourteen.
The night before last,
you brought a cat to see a show,
the cat saw some people, music, and a dance
but did really know?
about the story,
about the highs and the lows?
this is a metaphor to explain another metaphor
a metametapor, a bitaphor
I’m the cat, but I’m also the show,
but I’m also the play write, the theater, and you.
At the same time, your the cat,
and the show is fourteen,
I’m still the author, but I’m still not the cast.
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