By Sherry TongThe day has come, the day I’ll never understand why it exists. I take a look behind me; I don’t see what I want to see And who I want to see. I try to remember the place, where we used to cry, Smile, Laugh. I try to memorize how this place looks, Looking into every corner, as if a small detail would escape from my eyes. I turn around, knowing that I might not be back again, Walked into the gate, And watched it slowly drift us apart. Now I am, here alone, Sitting here looking out of the window. Few hours later, As I step on the plane, Throwing all my memories away. Then I get lift up the ground, imagining everything else is long gone. I look out the window and all I see is clouds, Decorating the blue sky with care. I look in front of me and all I see is a divider, Separating me from everything else. I look into my heart and all I see is you, Smiling at me as if nothing has ever happened. I slowly fly across the ocean, Realizing I couldn’t turn back anymore. Adios, my love. Adios.
BY JESSICA WANG
It’s The Day we’ve been dreading.
Summer’s ended, and school begins in a week. Only yesterday, Mom took me to buy all the necessary items for the new school year–a bookbag, writing utensils, lined paper. You offered to come with me, but I refused. It’s too depressing to think that you won’t be needing anything here, because you’ll buy all your materials in another place. Another city.
Already, the weather has cooled. Wind whips about me and tugs insistently at my arms, cinched around my middle. As I trudge down the street, I yank my hairband off and smooth my hair down around my neck. It’s thin, but a source of warmth, and will have to do to replace the scarf you gave me, the one I forgot at home on the dresser. Continue reading “Drift”
By Stephanie Marie Pace
Walking down the steep hill, I looked away from the empty, dark, dark side.
I have always hated the darkness. There was no light other than my weak flashlight and Anna’s strong one.
“The movie sucked!” We said, trying to distract ourselves.
“Yeah I know! It sucked!” Stephanie G. agreed.
“Don’t forget the special plans!” Anna said. Continue reading “The Dark Night”
By Gauri KaushikBeautiful cherry blossom trees, I hear the buzz of bumblebees. The wind so wavy, Gentle as a baby. The open blue sky, The birds go by. The tiny green pointy grass, I hear a wind chime made from glass. I feel so good, Nature is beautiful is what today I understood.
By Chelsea LiuDarkness falls The starry cloak Veils the world In mist The day is a dream And I slumber with My eyes Wide Open Drifting Sinking into shadows Breathing I live in the night And the night lives inside My mind I haunt the alleys Whispers in A silent street Tiptoe down my spine A soft confession Scared of the light And afraid To let go Of the darkness within