“Hero” vs. “Villain” by Yohan Garcia / “Untitled” by Carl Warren (Fall 21)

“hero” vs. “Villain”

yohan garcia

“Hero”

Seen as happy

Seen as successful

Thought to be immune

Never caught in the act

Life with scandalous secrets

All goes unnoticed

Their happiness kidnapped

Eating away at one’s soul

Tearing relationships apart

All to be a “Hero”

“Villain”

Always lonely

Just wants to be noticed

Sorrowful childhood

Never checked upon

A broken hero

Masses of potential unnoticed 

Desire for happiness

Attempting to find their soul

Scared of relationships

No different than our “Hero”

untitled / carl warren

To Spring We Go by Sai Thimirisetty / Untitled by Sneha Malneedi (Senior Edition)

To Spring We Go

Sai Thimirisetty

The days are brighter,
The leaves finally green,
Rain in place of snow
And scurrying bugs and critters.
What I see is new
But seems hidden deep in my memories.
Coming out now I feel
A slight and wonderful
Release.
Escaping from the constraints of four walls
Relishing in the sweet, intoxicating smell of Spring,
Burning in the hot rays of the sun
I am able to break free,
Away from any screen
I can see the world through my own eyes,
Looking toward the skies, it’s clear
Winter is over, here comes
Spring.

Sneha Malneedi

Wait by Alvira Tyagi / Cloned by Ammara Nazir (Senior Edition)

Cloned / Ammara Nazir

Wait.

Alvira Tyagi

wait for the days to come and go

when the rays cross

the breezy wisps across the sky

the moon murmuring in the night

wait.

life,

it’s almost a carousel

spinning, spinning, spinning

until it comes to

a grinding

halt.

wait.

wait for your youth to pass

let the innocence sting like a bee

the memories left behind

tick-tock, tick-tock

wait.

wait for the months to pass

the years to leave

        the decades to come

        the centuries to remain

time will pass

leave a Mark behind you.

When I Look Out My Window by Atharv Agashe / Stealth Mode by Leah Geel (Senior Edition)

Stealth Mode / Leah Geel

When I Look Out My Window

Atharv Agashe

I see the tree we planted, 10 years ago.
Back then it was just a young sap that clashed
Against the rest of the lawn decor
Against the green grass and tidy bushes,
He sat more like a thorn in the roses than the rose of our lawn

Over the years,
He’s grown bigger and taller,
Now, he stands out amongst his peers,
The other shrubs can’t compete with his buds and flowers.

I get a sense of pride
Every time
I look out my window.
I think it’s because I was there from the beginning,
I’ve seen him from the start
Back when he was barely anything
More than a little seed in the dirt.
Now, when the sun sets, I can see the way his petals glow,
Gleaming as they rain down when the wind blows.

I have to leave him behind now.
I don’t want to.
But I have to.
Now, I’m left to dream of the next time I see him,
In another 10 years,
When I look out my window.

I’m Scared of the Dark by Eva Hymes (April)

I’m Scared of the Dark

Eva hymes

Undone by little except lunar stares and starlight

To keep within ground; both rooted and known

Unconcerned with darkness, try as it might

But never to falter, since light isn’t shone

We keep our sights on paths paved smooth

And ignore wisps pungent of our own fabrications

Peddling one foot in front of the other; to move

Wiping peripherals of all abnormal sensations

The deep complications followed by connection

Add spots of unknown darkness to what’s in light’s expanse

To find oneself stumbling in face of angelic affection

Proves that falling to black is good, not just by chance