By Steven Turner-Parker
For a second, the car was completely quiet. We were heading back to UMass, swerving on those darkly-lit backroads, when I thought to myself, “wow, this is the first time my dad has ever done anything for me.”
It was a surreal moment that I never thought would happen. But as that realization hit, I found myself shedding a few tears in the front seat, thinking about how my biological father was actually being a dad for once.
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Love is when her mood affects your mood, It takes over your body
A feeling of no control, though none is wanted
Love is the uncontrollable smile that comes across your face when she’s around,
It’s so genuine no way can you can have a frown
Love is being chest to chest, heart to heart
Matching pound by pound
Lovely synchronized with each passing moment
and when the pounding of each others heart is apart,
it stays consistent
Love is many wonderful things but one thing it is not is a One-Way street
Nor 50/50 more 100% from from both sides
So when Love like this comes along in your life don’t take it lightly because
Love like that may only come around once in a LifeTime
Lost All You
I want to feel ya warmth
Tha feeling of your body touching mine
sparks a fire within me and I believe your fire merges with mine,
It’s crazy that I feel this because I thought this feeling was only one of a kind.I look up to stars for guidance but nothing can be seen inside the grey skies
So instead I chose to look into your beautiful brown eyes, Falling deep into an abyss
Where I found your warmth and I start to want it to be mine
My five senses tangle and I feel the opening of my third eye,
Just the smell of you triggers me and I don’t know why
and the thought you alone makes me want you to be mines
To the girl that couldn’t give my all too.
The first thing I want to say is that I never met someone as incredible as you. I mean your presence alone lefts my spirit and mind, Every time we are together you touch my heart and I hope this feeling is neutral. I mean honestly I never thought I’d smile when someone flips me off but when you do it I can’t help it
By Lucia Solorzano
I have dreams of my veins spreading out
like the vines on my garden wall
And my blood, bringing life
like the ocean 20 miles south
My skin, the protector
like the air and the clouds
The hairs on my body to keep me warm
like the small spring grown sprouts
My braid that swings about
like the old moss licked tree
that grew with me
and it’s leaves that fell
like the trees that fell
like the chemicals that spewed and spilled
and the smog that clouded our judgement
and brought us downhill
and now the vines can’t grow
and the ocean can’t glow
with the life and the warmth
of the trees and the sprouts
and my garden wall
the vines stopped growing
and all we do is watch the leaves fall.
By Nathalie Amazan
Lately, presently feeling surreal
Something I am doing, or not?
How can I fix it, or not?
Is it the flower?
Is it the sleep?
Is it the isolation?
Are these explanations or the solution?
Interrogating myself, my care, my love
How do I relate
Feeling my eyes lowering
forcing my body to relax, ease the tense of the day
or prepare for it
Take in the fatigue, the euphoria all at once
know that whatever you may call it
it is something felt
and that may be enough for now.
Stop trying to write the universe.
Let the universe speak in all the ways
even the mundane can open up galaxies.
The things we do not know are mysteries quite literally
If and only if one is in pursuit of Truth
Ignorance may very well be bliss but it will never fix the pain of tomorrow’s unknown
Or enjoy its beauty
I live to seek and I will surely find
Truth through the mysteries
Unfortunate events of life.
A poem by Nathalie Amazan. To see more, visit her blog: https://medium.com/@natamazan
By Nujhat Purnata
I am from the orange mountains
From the land of political correctness
I am by the smelly farms
In the midst of the college bars
The liberal arts,
Where the whiteness arrives after the foliage
And pretends to stay forever
Only for the emergence of greenery
To melt every snowflake
And make way for Spring
I am from the Summer months,
An isolated town and its grassy terrain
I am from the trails,
The wet woods and the squirrels,
The occasional deer
And the surrounding villages
Where the strangers smile
And people hike
And watch their dogs run
Across the Seven Sisters
And into the sunset
I am from 7000 miles
Away from home