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The Death of a Star Arts 

The Death of a Star

As the sun melts into the lake, The sky erupts in a mess of bright colours.   Splashes of orange, red and yellow paint a breathtaking landscape.   This moment, when the sun meets the lake, seems to last forever.   The colours spread and darken more and more, Like the work of an indecisive artist, Who vies to stay true to his art.   And even when the sun disappears altogether, The colours linger. These phantoms, slowly dying out, Hold onto the memory of a blazing sun Who once…

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What I Need (The Days Pass) Arts 

What I Need (The Days Pass)

1.What I need Never knew It would be so complicated My feelings For me Myself And I The time I spent On my bed In my head Never knew It was the reason why It got out I went out Of control Mind connected to body Suddenly it’s a hobby To stay in bed In my head Spin out of control And drown in the covers The stomach rolls Empty I crawl out Go back To the place Where the people are Where they can see And I show them…

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Alive Arts Vanier Alumni 


They warned us We listened They told us to run or die We were frightened   They gave us just a few hours to rescue our lives So we had no time to pack We left the album that was full of our childhood memories We left the house not knowing if we will ever come back   It was that night that I knew what death was I saw it in our eyes In the eyes of those who lost their mother, their father, their child I saw it…

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A Fiery Feud Arts 

A Fiery Feud

There once was a young flame; fickle and new, And with every wish, it heated and grew, Nearly melting all the wax through and through. “Hey, slow down, you!” Warned the paraffin shrew. Ignored, the wax thought “If only it knew”. Yet with rage, the hot flame yearned to pursue, Its wild orange dream of burning for two. And so the fervent flame would not subdue, Yet, indeed, the young fire did misconstrue, And sadly, drowned in a warm waxy stew. “Why do I bother trying to dissuade you!? What…

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Beautiful Futility Arts 

Beautiful Futility

He toyed with the lace, That hung from the curtains. In them he hid from monsters, Wrapping his boyish virtue in their silky embrace. His mind portrayed him, As a master of disguise. Safe behind his fabric walls, He laughed in the face of danger. That was, Until, The game of hide and seek came to an end. For his ankles were showing, Through the crystal clear lace. Poem by: Valentina Tsilimidos

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Three Sizes Too Small Arts 

Three Sizes Too Small

I don’t have much too give you Certainly not love Maybe companionship at best Love died with the last guy Rest in peace Should I be angry about this? I’m not Things were different Life was different Eventful and full of colour He could make me smile as soon as my tears dried up It doesn’t matter what I had been crying up He could inject passion in one lonely moment Strong enough to be felt Sweet enough to savor I would worry about him more then I worried about…

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Sick Arts 


We were born to watch Her burn In the hands of selfish Men Without faith, hearts or concern, For the life around them Since money doesn’t grow on trees, What exactly is their use? Not one of them cares, nor sees That our purpose is not Abuse How our messed up weather, Foreshadowed by the first crown and throne, By those who think they can control Her, Yet are weaker than a lifeless stone   The Earth will go on. With us or without Weather the birds still sing their…

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