FABIAN ADRI
Marigold in a Rose Garden
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Sun peeked again, theoretically a “new day” as everyone refers to. Last day, with the sun, by the horizon, slipping down all the moments. Moments I cannot ever go back to, moments I cannot touch again.
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Clouds to some are a fluffy cotton ball above, but what if they have a heart on their own? They wake up with me, while the sun spreads a bright brilliant yellow smile that blinds me, a smile that peeks through my blinders to wake me up. They start their day chasing me as I watch them sitting on the bus right next to the window. I make sure to look at them even when I’m inside the school to make sure they don’t start to cry. While everybody circles their final answers in algebra, I draw a cloud around my answer, they look much prettier, the clouds feel happy too.
EMAN ATWAIN
The Absence of Light
The source is well known, but the destination is unknown. Where is my ambition taking me? Is my ambition the source of light, or is it leading me there? Is my path already written for me and I'm just following God's plan, or am I establishing it as I go? The darkness has blinded my eyes. I'm fighting for something that doesn't exist. I lost my sight and am now left with only wishes, hopes, and dreams.
The view of a place you call home or perhaps the land you're deeply in love with, nature's doors are endless and the possibilities for discovery are limitless, the cloudy sky surrounds the area with a sense of safety. The brightness of the sun announces the coming of another day, and the beauty of the scene leaves you speechless and with a sense of belonging.
Aleesha Eccleston
Deception: The Beauty & The Beast Effect
A gold bar necklace consumed by humble words, words and sayings that we all get from both family and friends. That one nickname that shows a connection, that bond with another. A gold necklace any kid would want as it's like a memory from one person to another. Whether we like it or not, it was still once something we adored or were part of.
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This gold necklace was my connection to my oldest brother. It held a significance to me, since I moved from New York to Baltimore about three years ago, I haven’t been able to see my brother as often as I used to since we lived together.
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We see many different views and angles of what something can be, but we only see what is right in front of us, never the full picture. We are surrounded by many different outcomes of life -The Beauty & The Beast effect.
Jordi Gonzalez
Lyric Essay About Nothing
Jay: Tell me, Blue, how’s the music made?
Blue: To be honest with you, music just springs out from the nothing, the void; blooms like a flower. There’s some kind of effort, of varying degree, which allows for the music to truly be birthed and released into the world.
Jay: What’s your role in that? What’s my role?
Blue: I feel honored to be an instrument, a vessel, that allows for insights and energies to flow from the nothing to this reality. My body, my strings, and my neck all unify to create my own voice in the music. Really, it’s a combination of so many factors, seen and unseen, in both you (the musician) and I that culminate in the creation of the music.
Ramanpreet Johal
Recurring Memories
Memories didn’t seem very important to me. I don’t remember a lot of my childhood so I didn't think they would matter enough to be impactful. However, on the day my brother went to school for the first time, I remembered that particular part of childhood as I waited for his arrival back home.
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As I sat on the steps watching my brother, I recalled my young school experience. I had gotten lost the first day of school and had to wait for them to find my grade level. As the years went, I lost more emotionally than physically. I didn't want him to relate to what I experienced. I went to school on the first day and it was scary. I remember the watchful eyes of people that already knew each other, looking at me without recognition. It went well at first. However, a week in, students began to become judgmental. Read Full Essay
Miatta Kani-Goba
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1. goodbye to burnout and bad habits...my head has stopped hurting, my thoughts are clearer.
i can remember my dreams again...in the morning, i remember to brush my teeth and take my meds.
2. i can't tell if he really loved me or if he was just pretending.
would it even make a difference? if our love turned to hate or if it was all a charade...
either way it’s a bitter ending.
3. i didn't mean to hurt you...unhealthy attachments breed anxiety...delusion...and suffering...codependency...maladaptive coping techniques...