Alone

By Marco Zhao, Outside Contributor

A black cat bringing horror,
                           and you feel like a foreigner
                walking down a midnight street, 
                 listening to a melancholic beat.
                      The fear that shivers down your spine,
                     as if predators were creeping behind.
                    The wind moans as you walk,
                  you feel like your being watched by a hawk.
             Always in fear, frozen in fright, dismay and distress.
                  There is nothing you can do, it is a mess.
                      A lone streetlight you walked past,
                                    that might be the last.   
                        Only your shadow accompanies you,
                                   now you are feeling blue.
                               If only you weren’t alone
                              and you are in your home…….
                       Alone, alone, alone, alone you tread,
                            the words repeat in your head.
                       Alone, alone, alone, alone you tread,
                             the words repeat in your head.

An Ocean Blue Mirror

By Lauren Kim, Outside Contributor

There lies a mirror

Sitting quietly in a forgotten corner, carefully hidden under a glimmering blue blanket

A mirror, of veracity and valor

Shining and lustrous

Cerulean and boundless


Stare into the deep recesses of the insightful glass

And one will be dazzled by a grandiose, otherworldly place

Thriving cities and towns of pastel coral and creeping algae

Highways and jammed lanes of darting fish and gliding turtles

All lovingly tucked under a shining, watery blanket


Gaze at the majestic waves

Crashing into solid rock, monotonously and stringently

The boundless mass of blue

To whom all life owes their lives to


Now there! Is a hint of a smile on your lips

Hair tousled by the baleful wind

Ears blessed by the whispers of the tides

Nose entranced by the salty perfume from the far corners of the world

A simply perfect world, no?


Yet as you tentatively flip the flawless mirror

Noses are pinched, ears are covered, eyes are tightly shut

For the other side of the dreamy mirror

Lies a cracked, calamitous, malicious mirror

Merciless and turbulent


Stare into the deep recesses of the foul glass

And you’ll see a furious, lifeless place

Graveyards and tombs of a million fallen vessels

Alleys and backstreets of snarling beasts who bit, poison, and maim

All tucked under a stormy-grey, dreary blanket


Shudder at the mountainous waves

Destroying treasured lives, particle by particleIn a tumultuous valley of endless, looming water

As they crash down in a flurry of inky, lonely darkness


There lies a mirror

Sitting quietly in a forgotten corner, carefully hidden under a glimmering blue blanket

A mirror, of horrendous tragedy and ecstatic triumph

Cracked, wrecked, evil, and gleaming, perfect, lustrous

Veracity and valor thrives on both sides of the ambiguous mirror

Now, which do you dare gaze into?