Wavy

a prose poem by Louis The ocean currents ripple as the tide makes the water ever changing. The waves are never calm and, sometimes, even raging. No matter how hard the waves crash, the land will always be there, showing that no matter the struggles in life, the calm will always be near. The settling…

Slow Boat to China

a poem by Krisha based on a song of the same name by the artist Adam Young (commonly known by his stage name “Owl City”)   Cruising. The sun is out, warm and friendly. The pristine waters lap up against the side of the boat, Waving hello as I make my way through. Clouds roll…

Intentional or Lucky?

an argumentative essay by Abhay      The fundamental principles of physics are based upon one overarching idea:  an object will always stay at rest unless acted upon by another force. This law does not only apply to physics, but it applies to our lives as well. As humans, we are compelled to work towards…

Speck.

a poem in free verse by Parinita   You are nothing. Merely a single speck In a massive universe.   Yet how can such a miniscule speck Feel profoundly insignificant? To love so much yet be hurt even more.   We love others more than ourselves, Place individuals on pedestals, Admire their persona, their aura…

Nothing Left For You

a poem in free verse by Matthew   It’s not the way you speak to me That distances me in the conversation. Nor is it the style you use to spice the discussion, With the emojis and the LMAO. Even the compelling concept that you are Intrigued by the conversation is not a factor As…

Secrets

a poem in free verse by Fizha    The Silence hides many Horrors, Many Secrets, Many Scars, Many Broken Dreams, Many Broken Wishes, Yet these Secrets Hurt the most . . . .   These Treacherous Secrets, Hiding the Screams, Hiding the Pain,                         Hiding the Betrayals, Hiding the Sick Minds, Hiding the Tears . .…

Bright Smiles

a flash fiction piece by Ashleigh Sarah once had a friend named Riley. On a bright, spring day in the park, two little four year olds met on a swing. That is, one was on the swing while the other was literally on top of it. Even now, Sarah refuses to ask how or why…