Apotheosis

Whispering Wind Chimes

March 21, 2018

Their Wallpaper Perceptions by Abigail Gage ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

Our lives are not tied up with bows. Frames line the hallways where we try to keep the memories, we fear will escape us. The curtains that blanket our windows hide our lives. We sit and pretend we are normal.   ...

The Whitest Black Kid You’ve Ever Met by Sam Charles ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

You get upset sometimes when I relate more as a black kid than a white one “You’re just as white as you are black” is a common remark   I always say I can’t be both I can’t be half and half because 1/5 is good e...

The Way She Was by Tenley Gage ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

It was so effortless. The way she would throw her hair up; Strands of hair lined her face as if they were trying to whisper secrets. And she would tie her shoelaces around her ankles like a ballerina. Another thing she would do ofte...

Stereotypical Feminism by Lillee Couture ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

The vocalization of rape, objectification, and openly protesting for the rights of women these are all parts of the overwhelming umbrella term of “stereotypical feminism” as some would say it’s a label given to girls and wom...

Steps by Tia Sposito ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

Little feet and little hands Crawling about the kitchen floor A little girl brought to stand Like a light, an open door   Crying, laughing, planting seeds Roots they sprawl, twist so tight Like gasoline the soul it fee...

Silenced Screams by Alana Kabaka ’21

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

My screams are silenced by laughter No’s taken for yes’s My opinion overlooked because of my adolescence I hold my dreams through the night; scared that they will run away My head filled with words knocking to come out B...

Raft by Elle Dickey ’19

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

I feel like a raft in the ocean Just lost in the sea of endless emotion The raft is my life: crappy yet strong Trying to stay afloat but can’t hold on It’s a battle everyday Trying to convince everyone that I’m ok Cov...

Nine to Five by Brendan Lempe ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

Eight hours left I walk through the doors and I’m greeted by the familiar smell of dust As per usual it is far too loud, far too cold, and far too many people Looking at my surroundings I can feel my eyes droop and my...

Keep Quiet by Ashley Ortizcazarin ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018, Uncategorized

Keep quiet Whispers scatter the room I look off for nothing but catch a stare Eye contact creates an invisible force   Keep quiet One wrong move, that is who you are for the next four years Sweaty palms...

In Garden by Katrina Jamison ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

O beauteous rose In the garden Shining like a star   Where dandelions wither and Lilacs, violets, and lavender All pale in your presence   Your delicate petals Show the dew of the morning And you...

I Had Wings by Xiomara Guzmán ’19

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

I had wings To soar the sky 'Til my feathers fell off An issue I couldn’t deny But chose I would not dwell   I had wings to escape 'Til they put me in a cage As much as I wanted to leave I resided wi...

Humpty Dumpty by Sarah Corneliuson ’20

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

I’m empty   empty     empty I don’t feel anything at all I feel just like humpty dumpty Who fell off that wall                       But I fell                             ...

But At Least I Woke Up Today by Em Paquette ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

I woke up today, I had the ability to move today, My mind hasn’t shut down today, But never ask me about yesterday. Because yesterday, Was the reason I never thought I would wake up today, Because yesterday, Yes...

Big Kid by Tracy Renier ’18

March 19, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

I remember When Daddy’s shoulders were the highest place on earth. And mommy’s arms were the safest. Criss-cross applesauce The checks to see if I had flossed. The tears I cried when I had lost My favorite stuffed ...

14 Years by Alana Kabaka ’21

March 19, 2018

Filed under Poetry 2018

7 the first time i made a memory a haze of different colors Blues Purples bleeding together to make the sweetest memories it was like lemonade the sweetest most divine Lemonade you have tasted and i sat the...