The start of a new series showcasing weekly haikus. Submissions welcome!
Read moreWaltz of My Mind, A Poem
And a one, two, three—
Down rabbit holes, I follow my Thoughts
ticking off all my faults
seemingly never coming to a halt.
Andante—
Treading above waves of uncertainty
the ocean exhales forcibly.
My heart pounds steadily, artfully.
Crescendo—
The line tries to voice the rhythm,
echoes of an imperfect cadence
cannot play to fill the musical chasm.
Fortissimo—
Conductor of my orchestra
cannot direct if the musicians
refuse to perform in harmony.
Fermata—
I try to forget, to mend
Myself with bandages of chords
only to remember the motif again.
Repeat sign.
Emily Bryne's Top 5 Poem Recommendations
As an English major, I could compile a pretty long list of poems that I think are phenomenal. But the five that I have chosen to me represent a combination of excellent writing, profound significance, and a certain uniqueness in their style.
Read more"Turn the Page and Write: On Journaling," An Essay
I write to remember, to understand and to heal. Journaling has the power to express emotions, to write history, to dissect problems.
Read more"Duplicitous Hope," A Poem
Hope sits proudly on both her shoulders —on one side, Hope whispers soft, soothing words.
Read more"Fantasy," A Short Story
Outside, the sky is smeared with chocolate. The lights are faint and ominous. My tall, gigantic windows are still and gentle, leaving no trace of wet rain or powered snow.
Read more"Ghosts," A Poem
Absorbing every piece of light, before the world gets darker.
Read more"Chariot of Memories," A Poem
Always staring out the window, I see the flash of thunder before the roar of the lion.
Read more"Published Evidence," A Poem
Beware of red herrings—swimming in the coastal waters.
Read more"All the Chambers of My Heart," A Poem
Sketching with Blue Charcoal
Read more"Beyond," A Poem
Bad news can be delivered in the comfort of the night, without the judgement from the day exposed in the light for all to see.
Read more“What’s Wrong,” A Poem
They ask me what’s wrong and it sets in.
Read more"The Plotless Nightmare," A Poem
It’s a nightmare too frightening to tell.
Read more"Mirrored Reflections: To the the City that Smells of Orange Blossoms," A Poem
I still see Firenze in my dreams.
Read more"On Teeth Dreams," An Essay
No good can come from researching dreams, anyway.
Read more"Etchings of Words," A Poem
The door is adorned with empty lines
and there are no locks, no bolts, no handles.
What lies beyond the door
remains trapped.
The mind hears knocks,
wind coming from behind the door.
The hum of detectives, lovers, birds
pouding on the door.
The sound starts to blend into one harmony —
loud voices where emotions and notes are expressed.
It bears the marks of streaks
and shrieks for the knight in shining armor
until the writer has no other choice,
but to push the door
that is littered with crumpled pieces of paper
etched with pen marks, pencil marks, and eraser shavings.
Unleash the imagination,
it flows endlessly like the words in language.
Simply like turning the pages of a novel,
silence the voices
by creating more voices.
Without the pounding anymore, there’s music —
lyrics of stories decorate and blur,
the door is painted with words.
Arsenic Green: An Essay
Some colors are worse than others, and that is an objective truth.
Read more"Specks of Light," A Poem
Light blinds my eyes but warms my skin, and bright snowflakes fall downward.
Read more"Roller Coaster," A Poem
As this new semester picks up speed remember to buckle in, sit back, and enjoy the ride.
Read moreThe Eternal Influence of Harry Potter
Harry Potter is the highest selling novel series in human history, and if technology continues to advance exponentially, the written word may obsolesce before a rival author can snatch the crown. For a generation of youth, Harry Potter served as an introduction to existential philosophy; we were compelled to contemplate mortality and acknowledge death as a natural process.
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