Tag: Jakub Zujewski
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“Miss You” by Sophia O’Brien I miss you. I see you in the clouds.I see you in the air. You’re like a test that I wish I could pass.Did I?I don’t know?I’m slow, but I don’t want to lose you. Just because I knew you for a short time doesn’t mean I don’t like you.…
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“Who are you?” by Guineesha Bosquet Here before life and long after deathTime is so fragile, yet never brokenKept in its own overbearing shadowThe clock strikes one, and a new day has begun The sun shines through the window, but for whom?The world is all gloomy and grey, and I swear to the apple’s decayWhy…
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“There comes a passing.” by Gemma Rowe That is what was said to him In one of his earliest memories. Those early memories that feel fuzzy, That are immensely far away. That roll around in the corners of your mind as colorful marbles. Spinning and clunking in the background Until an unexpected gust draws them…
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27 Minutes by Amanda Wilbur 7:05 am: I sit on the hard wooden bench. Every day, on my way to work, I sip my nearly too hot coffee and wait for my 7:32 train. Every day. Except one thing is different- I am here 27 minutes early. So here I am, coffee in hand with…
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Home by James Shandrowski It sounds strange but it is the truth. I know it is common for people to fall asleep to the sounds of ocean waves crashing, or even a soft lullaby, but for me, unless there is the piercing sound of a siren from a first responder vehicle going by, or a…
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Seanchaidhe By Olivia Lieby The walls pull close, but the ceiling arches high above, and the strike of my boots on the stone tiles echoes. There is murmuring around; snippets of conversation from the gift shop, from the café, and from the alcoves that open into exhibits are just barely audible. The words are unintelligible,…
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A Box By Gabriella Panagiotakis A box. Feet planted on something too small to trust. What is under you? Wood? Air? Nothing that would save you if you fall. Don’t move. Stillness is crucial here. Maybe you deserved this but I can feel that you don’t. I don’t know, but I know that you don’t.…
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Use the Mountain By Jamie Lewis I can feel the cold air sweeping across my cheeks. Chills roll down my spine. Bindings snap into place. My eyes focus on the mountain trail ahead of me. My board slowly begins to slide. My mind slowly begins to clear. I can feel the music begin to fill…
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“The Glass Doll“ by Sophia O’Brien I am a doll made of glass and on a shelf. When people pass me by I feel just fine. But when people are cruel to me I feel as if I could break Into a million pieces. I am a glass doll who has flowers in her hair. …
