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The Beast, “Block”
By: Jordan Molin A biting, vengeful creature, The iniquity of “Block,” Goes unmatched by another. The cruel-hearted beast is feared by all romantics. It is seemingly immortal and unvanquishable, To someone with glorious and ravishing thoughts. But for her, it symbolizes far more. It signifies the demise of her fantasies. The pen’s scratching has ended. The keys have ceased clicking. The pencil tip has cracked and is left unsharpened. The creativity is no
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The Ocean Calls to Me
By: Brooke Robbins The ocean calls to me– tells me to come closer and let my thoughts be free if even just for a moment. The sand shifts under my feet and the grains stick to my skin the closer I get, focused only on the pull of the water ahead. The waves lap at my ankles, greeting me like an old friend. And the wind picks up, enveloping me in its embrace. So I let all my worries creep in like the tide as tears drip down my cheeks, salt mixing wit
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Recipe for the College Experience
By: Olivia McClymonds Serves: 1 stressed, sleep-deprived college graduate Prep Time: 4 years (though may extend to 5 if overcooked) Ingredients: 1 mountain of tuition bills, garnished with interest 6–8 professors: a mix of inspiring, terrifying, and “who even are you?” 3 roommates, equal parts chaos, comfort, and friendship 2 all-nighters per week, finely ground Unlimited coffee, energy drinks, and questionable dining hall food 1 pinch of homesickness, tasting faintly of old
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Their Prayers
By Zingray Germershausen I went to Catholic school. I went through the motions. I did all the things that school asked of me. I performed each task they gave me before I could even register what I was actually doing. I did the homework and the service hours. I prayed their prayers and worshiped their God. I stood, sat, and kneeled during the monthly Mass. But I stopped believing. I stopped pretending to myself. I stopped acting like everything made sense. I realized that n
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Born Again
By: Siyana Randolph When you read a poem, each time it has a new meaning. It's reborn; given a new life. Each time you read a poem, there is a new tone. Details that you hadn’t noticed before become apparent There is a new meaning. New life. Each time it is born again. But so are you. Each time you see that which is hidden. New perspective. New understanding. New life. Each time you notice new details, Not only in the poem but in yourself. You too are reborn.
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The Silence After Loss
By: Jamaal Reynolds The silence lingers after loss A shadow heavy on the chest Each day feels harder to embark The heart resists its need to rest A shadow heavy on its chest The tears return without command The heart resists its need to rest Yet time will take us by the hand The tears return without command But morning light begins to stay Yet time will take us by the hand And guide us slowly through the day But morning light begins to stay A softer voice within the pain And
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Movie Review: Heart Eyes
Heart Eyes, directed by Josh Ruben, blends slash horror with romantic comedy. The movie centers around coworkers Ally (Olivia Holt) and Jay (Mason Gooding), mistaken for a couple by a maniac with glowing red eyes who only murders couples on Valentine’s Day. They run for their lives as they fight back to end the killer’s reign of terror. Holt and Gooding deliver charm to anchor the film’s romantic angle, helping to balance horror with the right amount of humor and charm. The p
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