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Screaming Into Silence

Why are you doing this? I see a fire inside of you And you keep a bottle of gasoline by your bed Why are you doing this? You see a fire inside of her And you chop wood at midnight Why are you doing this? You would rather burn before a mirror Burn before daylight dulls your brightness Burn her before everyone finds out Burn me if I get too close I ran to the silver lake alone Alone at the bottom, sobbing It doesn’t have to be like this But it is

How was your spring break?

Lille, France With our heads held high and voices as nasal as possible, we marched to France. It was our first time traveling together. Tía Maguiña is a stylish woman, mixing Spanish emotion with French elegance. Her food is amazing, and her house is charming and light. Thai on a Tuesday night, fairy lights twinkle…

Once Upon a First Time

1:20 am and I’m thinking faster than sleep can catch up. Dreams can’t take me as I’m absorbed in memory. Remember when we biked around Maastricht, and you showed me your childhood home? Your primary school across the street. One bike was all we needed. Our two backpacks, and an autumn breeze behind us. Always familiar with something new. Like Luxembourg. Remember when I saw you singing on stage? It was dark, and I was alone. You colored your words and painted pictures from only six strings. I sped down the highway at midnight in the back of a cab…

We run this town

All the way back in April, Emma and I were networking with our fellow UC competitors from UCSRN and brainstorming about putting together an inter-UC race. A few months later Emma made friends with a running group based in Amsterdam called the Running Junkies, and we thought they’d be a nice addition to our event.…

Plane Poetry

Take me down to the Lowlands Where a colorful battlefield awaits Tell me who you are and where you’re from Thunder claps and tragedy strikes I find safety falling down the rabbit hole Then I dust off the dollar signs into broad daylight Take me down to the Lowlands Where a garden of daydreams awaits An Irish grin on a French Saturday Turquoise skies and I am nervously brave “Let’s jump off this bridge” he says Lose my necklace at the bottom of the seabed Take me down to the Lowlands Where a maze of emotions awaits Up the streets…