Inspired

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

 

The shining sun, the quiet breeze,
The tides and waves of oceans and seas,

The repetition of my inner voice cries out loud, no longer at peace.

I stop and reminisce, I stand and wonder,
To myself, I breathe and whisper,
For my spirit inside is battling a thunder.

My past is an antiquity,
My future, a mystery,
My present, yet to achieve its victory.

The forces of creation never neglect to inspire,
They bring strength, they bring desire,
Rapturous now, I quietly admire.

No doubt in mind, an assured will,
With the power of knowledge and a careful skill,
The dream I see, I must fulfill.

I board now, upon a new venture,
A fire inside, nowhere a quencher,
To discover it further, I slowly venture.

 

 

IVORKS

 

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fuck off

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

 

tis time to rev up your engines, boys,

for now we're playing a game on the street
with strangers, N licences. They stare in
our windows. So, we wear angry faces
and blast angry music. We joke about
taking them faraway places, if we're
being followed. ‘Roll down your window,’
gesture, just to yell, "I have a boyfriend!"
Though, that wouldn't stop any amused strangers
especially ones who find staying on
par with my speeding car a fun 1am
ona Monday night. One more move and I'll
crash your car, assholes.

 

Illustration by Morgan Hannah