there

were
such

high

hopes
for me

Bex Peterson
Editor-in-Chief

I knew from birth my youth
was a form of currency
every second a penny

each minute a dime

the hours were nickels

days became dollars

and it all devalued

as time marched on

I obsessed over deadlines

I could never meet

comparing my stacks
my resume facts against
others who invested

far more wisely than me

you have to specialize

focus

set distractions aside

focus
choose a life
focus

to do anything exceptional
to be anyone exceptional

if life is a highway

then I drift across lanes
if I come to the crossroads
I stall at the junction

I circle my chances
I load up my arms

with all life can give me
and everything tumbles
shatters on the ground

and I start again
and I start again

and I start again

 

 

Sneaky tears

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

sneaky tears, always escaping from the corners of my eyes
leaving soft white trails in the fields of my skin

like rows of lavender, they too leave me sleepy

in melancholy

sneaky tears soaking into the cotton of my shirt
puddles that I then fall into

will you follow me as I drown?

like swingers swaying in and out of each other's arms
sneaky tears slip past my skin coloured skirts

and onto my arms

and I cradle them; they too leave me to sleep