WAITING
By the
Editors
Self Image
Alexandra Munteanu
The mirror in my soul
leaves nothing to the
imagination and you’re pretending not to see it, waiting for me to give up the
ruse but there’s nothing magical
about a girl who doesn’t
know what she’s made of
Tea & Honey
Victoria
Pulvidente
hair tied up in a knot, cup
of tea in one hand,
toast drenched with honey
in the other
she sits cross-legged on
the mattress her eyes widen
her pale lips open slightly
goosebumps rise on her bare legs and when the door swings open she’s been
waiting for his return
Silent Screams Mean Everything
Megan Theodore
i have died
over and over again choking
on my own silence words clog my throat
they build up, fill my lungs and nose
until everything i’ve never
said kills me, over and over again3
Waiting
Sarah Schuyler
I’m waiting.
Three years ago, I moved.
I left. I packed up my
belongings And squeezed them into two cars
Along with the hope that
would carry my heart Into a new life brimming with endless possibilities.
I relished each new season and each and every moment,
Filled with joys as well as
sorrows. I only have one more year left, And even though I’ve spent so much
time doing
So many different things
that it feels like time will always Be one step ahead of me in an endless race,
I’m still waiting.
I don’t always know what
for, but I’m already sensing the change, The move, the calm after the radiant
storm that will encompass the Diplomas and preschool graduations and champagne
and late nights.
I’m terrified of it, this change, this unknowing, this endless chasm of
Thirty million what-if’s and the answers that I
can never form into coherent speech. It’s almost easier sometimes to be
complacent, to be content;
To find solace in a sheltered little bubble by the ocean where
I now know almost
everything that I didn’t before. But every time an airplane soars above the
cloudy sky, Or when I see the world through my child’s eyes
I remember why we have to
leave, and it’s exhilarating. I’m done waiting.
The only thing that’s
waiting is the world, And it’s waiting for us.
Connor O’Keefe
We’ve spent so long waiting
to see you pay
Me and this monkey on my
shoulder For all that you did
Waiting for some measure of
justice Days to weeks
Weeks to months Months to
years
Waiting to see you as low
as we were Me and this devil on my shoulder Waiting until we can’t wait anymore
Then waiting more
That’s all a grudge is
Waiting for the other guy to shit the bed For
him to screw it up
And waiting to watch it all
fall apart with a smile
Waiting and waiting
Until we realize it’s not
happening And all that time spent on spite Was wasted
And I have to move on
Me and this nobody on my
shoulder But until that day
We wait
Marie Mello
Until you have been stripped Of words &
possessions…
You really don’t know your True Self Or how
Strong you really are…
Or even where your Heart lies… Waiting for a
sign, for the pain to end…
Is a
blessing…
Because
you build strength
And eventually that pain, that truth, and the
love of self Leads you to the right path…
Hold on to the belief that
you are enough
That
path & the next chapter are going to be the best yet…
Sunday Night Football
Alysha
Howes
Texts were flowing in like rapid fire
DING DING DING
8:30 couldn’t come soon enough
Homework had to get done
And obviously had to get ready for all the fun
Rissy had her red Edelman
jersey on Nikki was preparing chips and dip
I was nervous because the love of my life,
Gronk, wasn’t playing
Jimmy G’s first game,
Must be hard being compared to TB12
Rissy ran to One Stop because she’s now 21
Needed Bud Light for good luck to our favorite
squad
Chips, beer and football
Screaming, heart attacks
and questions from our roommates that are clueless
WE WON!
