I’ve come to burn your kingdoms down

Krys Kazik, 2B, Arts   ” I am constantly learning relearning to learn, breathing in smoke that fills the air around me. I have sought high ground before, when the blood tides get a little too overwhelming and you decide to let me drown.   My darling dearest darling, you have kept your word about …

New Beginnings

Edward Liu, 1B, Faculty of Arts   It was a troubling time. Seventeen years into life; too many left until the end of my days. “Too many indeed.” What was that voice? “It’s me! You’ve known me for awhile now.” What were those thoughts I didn’t want circulating through my head? “I have feelings too, you know?” …

FWB

Amy Liou, Environment, Resource, and Sustainability, 3A It’s like time neither stood still Nor sped forward with urge, When your hearts are wholesome and warm But too fragile for goodbye words, Bold and injured. These bodies tangle as they should, We do what two young humans do When they lean in closer to the soul …

Diamond Promises

Khadeeja Sajid, Urban Planning, 4B My Dear, “I promise I’ll change,” is a diamond promise. And I wonder if you know that diamonds can be found in abundance.   There are many myths about diamonds: that they are the most valuable gem; that they are precious, rare; that they are the most refractive.   No. The …

A Love Letter To Dance

Emerald Naylor, Honours English Literature 4B I don’t think I’ll ever miss you. I don’t think I’ll ever truly let you go either. That’s the way it’s always been for us. I could never fully commit- or ever fully quit. You teased me with the idea of freedom, but you never meant it. You made me …

Nursery

Martha Brennan, 4A Joint Honours History and Honours English Literature The bed is tiny Just a few feet long A warm summer breeze wafts through the window Playing with the pink gossamer canopy Tickling the tassells on the purple silk pillows A miniature china tea set littered across a tiny table Imaginary tea in empty …

Attraction

Amy Liou, Environment and Resource Studies, 2B She dwelled on a lower frequency. Tuned into the media and heard the voices of crying children. She couldn’t sleep. The remorse replayed over and over like a haunted serenade. She took her moody attitude to work the next day. At night she glared at the excess fat hanging from …

Epitaph to Empire

Stuart Ian Little, 4A English and Science   Black waves caress grey sand While stranded Roman arches stand aloof, Declaring histories of ‘us’ and ‘them’; An empire’s glory cast Among the pebbles, by the black-glass sea.

Of Reflections

Stuart Ian Little,  4A English and Science   Ten pennies in a wishing bowl, A great stone thing with moss, an old Man’s treasured contemplative font, Each thrown for some young foolish thing; A love desired, a summer fling. There’s chance to glance, reflecting there Between the moss and stones; to dare To see a …