Category: Arts

  By: Skye Mackenzie Hunter

Again! Again! Childlike, the voice softly echoes in my ears As I walk by the ghostly lane. Autumn breezily peeking in.    Seasonal depression lurks As the leaves placidly fall. The faceless child runs up to me. Wrinkling my leather jacket As she clings and hovers around me.    Again! Again! Filled with conflicting emotions. I crouch down by her,  In her eyes glass-like. filled with ambition.  I see my reflection   Oh to be a kid again, Not caring about tomorrow, running around Aimlessly,  Pure joy- Joy.  When was…

I wonder what I look like Through your eyes Am I caught in your stare As often as I’d like Do I remind you  Of someone familiar Does my voice Remind you of a song Would you like to listen To my stories Or would you rather I write about you There’s a feeling  Hanging over me Like I should Get to know us But I’m afraid if I ask ‘‘What do you think of me?’’ The answer will be ‘‘I don’t.’’ By Alexia Côté

You don’t get to Feel insulted If I can’t take your compliment You’re beautiful You’re sexy Your body looks great I don’t see it that way When I look into the mirror I don’t see confidence I see a broken down Uncaring for her appearance Just picked whatever clothes girl You see I thought It was a choice Brains or beauty You either got a man  Who loved you for you Or loved you for your body I picked brains I thought I picked right I picked self-neglect See now…

Why did today have to end Why couldn’t it go on The rhythm of your chest The up and down Our breathing becoming concerto The entangling of our limbs As we slowly fall asleep But stay awake As to feel everything happening To feel everything ending so soon Wondering when we’ll get the chance To find our world in your sheets Play out every love song Make our fingers dance  On each other’s bodies Watch the world grow quiet And the snowflakes waltz As you take my hand Walk me…

I hate you A bit much, isn’t it? I hate you Hate only burdens the hater. And yes, God, how it weighs me down. It’s not fair for you to use me when it’s convenient and ignore me when it’s not. To make me anxious for the entire fucking evening and not have the decency to tell me that you’re busy. I hate how I don’t say anything because you feel like “I freak out” when I do. You don’t have to go out of your way to make me…

Wow, it’s already been four years. It still feels like yesterday when I fell in love with Whistler.  It all happened on Easter Sunday 2018, which was weirdly the same day as April Fools. Our group was to meet at Trudeau Airport. We were a total of fourteen students with three teachers who accompanied us. My dad gave me a brand-new pair of Kastle skis – freshly designed for big mountains like the Whistler. We all went through security smoothly, and I grabbed a quick breakfast at some local café….

  By Manan Suther

We fell in love that semester Two college kids who met on campus Too busy with getting good grades We didn’t have time for each other   She was from an upper-class family Tried so hard to fill her daddy’s shoes I can feel her desire of wanting to be free I knew what I had to do   I went to her dorm that Sunday evening Exhausted from all that studying I tossed her books aside and took her for a drive It was then she came alive  …

By Rebel Kraft