relationships
Writing
on being called a gaslighter
By Stephania KontopanosPART I: AI is created
I think God made you and me out of binary code You call me an enigma,
But I do not speak your language. You would be the 1’s.
Standing tall
Always at the top
Perfect Aryan halo on your head I would be the 0’s.
a story in the perspective of the love interest
By Julie PhamA STORY IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF THE LOVE INTEREST
the director says start, and you come to life like an automaton. a blink, and
cheat codes
By Sofia Calavittashe could’ve found
anyone, I know, the boys
who promised her better in the
beginning would be
baffled if they
knew because she
didn’t choose
anyone (she chose me)
Mayland
By Isabelle ShachtmanYou ask me If I know the way back home from here. I sing the words, “yes, dear” back to you like I’m someone else. You say “alright” because you’ve got nothing else to say right now; I respect that. I keep my eyes on the road. I’m not quite sure where you’re looking at this point
Five Fingers To Count a Hand
By Callan LathamI wake before you and in the darkness,
I don’t recognize you right away.
Your lashes bring their own light,
full like fields of crows,
a murder of crows. The birds nested
on the hill I’m sure I’ve told you about
Treading Water
By Katherine D. WestbrookThis is the pretend-dream,
where I am teaching you to swim,
and your body and my body
remember their names in the water.
Bored Salacious
By Zoë ChristiansonThough you’d never admit me to be justified
in saying “no,”
I think you know why I’m doing this.
Too often
I catch you staring at me, wanting me,
but never know how to say
what I have to say.
Scared Loveless
By Zoë ChristiansonI wish that I could speak my mind more easily.
I wish I didn’t fall in love so easily
and that it weren’t so obvious.
Nausea Way Beyond Maalox
By Becky PedaYour hopeless little tragedies
Spill so hopelessly on the floor.
The ones that take over all the attention,
The ones so goddamn impossible to ignore.
The not so gentle news
Is burning away, all this trust once built
You and Me
By Robert WilliamsWas’ up with you and me
can you tell me that
I think the way you have been treating me
is flat out whack
I’ve been putting myself out there
as the months have gone by
But no matter how far we get
you continue to pull back
What the Fck You, excerpt
By David MarreroEvery time that you
promise It puts me in this
constant positive mood then
you let me down
why don’t you just stop it?
Necromancer: Confession
By Connor RiceRain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds.
Thoughts on High School
By Julia MarquezWhat is the point of pep rallies? Is anyone actually, genuinely enthusiastic? I find it much easier to believe that, seeing as we’re teenagers, we’re all just faking it, in an ironic sort of way.
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First Step into High School
By Abbey MockWalking down
The hall of my high school,
The stares,
Judging,
The whispers,
Telling lies of the truth,
Tears cause by,
Always and forever,
Gone,
Hurt by you,
Love turning to hate,
Wicked Discretion
By Hannah JenkinsIt’s not about what you told me,
but what I chose to believe.
Nothing feels worse than living
an imaginary dream.
And they occur so often and freely
whenever Satan creeps in.
By the time I breathe, and count to ten
U, I, and Growing Up
By Eric Gunnarsoni, the definitive
the only you in the world
i am and you are individual
we are separate
we are absolute masters
of our individual perceived universes.