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Peter V.R. // NUMBER ONE

The orange chair gathers dust
The long empty chambers bubble quietly
The blue machinery is quiet
emptied four years ago
Silent in mourning
Of the loss of their owner

Still has the blueprints
Of countless contraptions
To capture the blue speedster
And make his town lazy again

Banana peels and nets
The former beginning to smell
The latter unravelling
Thrown around the floor
Like worthless pieces of trash
Around the countless machinery
Slowly rusting
Not being able to do their one job

Without pay
Creating evil plans
Be it getting more of himself
Or disguising himself
He always had something
Not anymore
He was number one
He said it himself
And he always will be
Within our hearts

Anika Ruberti // SUMMER SUNDOWN

Sit on the dock

Orange and pink hues paint the sky
Melting into the mirror before you

Seagulls call from above
Gentle waves sway you
Weightless

Dip your toes in
Watch the ripples expand
A cool breeze cuts through the heat
Relief

Put the board into the water
It cuts like a knife
Effortless

The water is silent

But laughing is heard from the background
Long deep breaths
Floating

The last light dies
The last evanescent ripple deflates

Look at the reflection of yourself
Staring up at you
Smiling

Akul Kesarwani // NIGHTTIME

A group of armed pirates racing in broken down motorboats
Off the Somali coast attack, the Night an impenetrable shield,
Empowering their parasitic practices,
Stealing from cargo ships that carry the fruit of others’ labor.

The waves wash away our work, time wasted.
The Night enables this, it embodies the clock ticking but with progress frozen in time.
“We never have time!” A complaint that never ceases to exist. The Night an untouchable culprit.

The Night falls upon the sky, wealthy.
Wealthy, not from its own work,
But instead by chipping away at our sand castles, wave by wave.
The Night is a palace built on the people’s burden.

The palace so lavish that Versailles looks like a slum.
Our access denied even though we are the architects.
Theft from seven billion humans, our Dreams crushed by the weight of the Night.
The life of our dreams turned into lifeless bricks of our own   demise.

The perfect system
Creating, crushing, and using the Dreams.
Nothing can compare to its efficiency
Except us.

Civilization reminds the Night of those that defeated it.
The Dream that escaped the clutches of the Night taunts it.
The Night consumes our pipe dreams,
But the ones we truly nurture become reality.

We store those in our secret cache
Hiding underneath the artificial light that came from Thomas Edison’s Dream.
The artificial light that illuminates our Dream
And gives it chance to shine.

Ben Solomon // MY ENEMY

I ask my alarm clock to wake me up peacefully in the morning
It says that it will do its best. Deep
down it just wants to enrage me

Ruin my day Make
me miserable

I click the snooze button and think that I killed the clock
Put my head back on the fluffy pillows Pull the soothing
warm blankets over me And just when I fall back asleep

I hear the the ringing of the clock
The stupid ringtone The
vibration on the table The clock
has beaten me The day has
started

Nisha N. // SONDER

I flick off the lightswitch in my room and observe the room go black.
It’s easier to see the highway from my window without the glare from the lights.
The headlights from the cars rush by,
with the occasional honking from a truck.

The highway is partly obstructed by trees.
The green leaves cutting up the spectacle of lights in the spring. The snow covered branches adding to the serenity in the winter.

Everytime I glance out at the highway
I get the same thought:
The people driving on the roads,
They have their own lives.
They all have a place to be.

I try to think about where they could be traveling.
Maybe on a road trip,
Or to pick up a loved one from the airport.

But the sharp sound of cars pierces the otherwise silent night, Suddenly making my heart beat faster.
It is a stark reminder of another truth.

Everyone is out there living their own lives,
And I am confined to my house.
Like a mouse in a trap,
Wriggling, trying to get out.

Staring as everyone around me moves on.

Sharath Jegannathan // CANCUN

Months of working
Can have an effect of exhaustion
Thus we were motivated
And looking forward to this vacation

On a lonesome beach, with many footsteps that clear off over time.
I lay lazy on my hammock.
Listening to the gentle waves rise up onshore.
Oh! How beautiful is nature… I remain awestruck!

The white soft sand drifting while the wind blows.
A gentle breeze touches my face.
I kept thinking about my holiday
where I fulfill my birthday crave!

Look, I said to my brother
Let’s get to the Island
Pack your bags and get ready
We are definitely going to be stunned.

Cancun, a city of Mexico
Beautiful sight to see
And lots to explore
For tourists like me

What a refreshing vacation it was
We cherish the memories we made
Oh how wonderful it was to see such a place
I wish I could have stayed

Daniel Xu // STROLL THROUGH NATURE

​He looked around the forest,
Taking in the fresh summer air.
The trees peered down on him,
He walked without a care.

He adored the songs,
sung by shimmering leaves.
But what he witnessed next,
he could not believe.

A distant figure,
too large to be human.
He crept closer,
in great confusion.

A glimpse was caught,
of his worst nightmare.
What was upon him,
a great grizzly bear.

A menace of the wilderness,
was in his presence.
It’s tree trunk limbs and scuffed up paws
were oddly pleasant.

The observer backed up slowly,
making no noise.
Eager to get home,
and tell all the boys.