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Heat and Rain

July 24, 2021 1:29pm | Advaith Mopuri, Guest Contributor

i walked through the citythrough the sweltering heatand i saw the smoke from the prairie fires,so far awaybut then all the smoketurned into rainand i saw damp air and moist grasslightning, rain, and the boom of thunderthe slick sidewalk tries to make me slipbut my shoes grab on;i’m standing tall the devil tried to make a deal with meto cast my soul into the raintelling me that i would be freefrom my eternal chains i didn’t say a word and i waiteduntil he disappeared the rain kee…

Phillips Exeter Summer

July 24, 2021 1:26pm | Prisha Shivani, Guest Contributor

The sunlight shines on the grass,Dew outlining the field,Indicating a new day,Lit with students walking around campus,Groups laughing, talking, eating together,Passing the football after breakfast,Visiting the library to engulf oneself in the world of fantasy,Walking to the bookstore,Brown brick buildings rise around me,Each unique though beautiful,Carrying a long history since made,A sigh of content brushes my lips, looking at the scene,Phillips Exeter Summer …

Issue 4 Poetry

July 31, 2019 5:24pm |

The Game Called Love By Marco Zhao, Guest Contributor  Love is an emotion,always in motion.Love leads to greatness,but when that greatness turns to weakness.Love is the one to blame,they say 'love is just a game.'Oh, Cupid aims,oh, Venus' fame.Everlasting love is a bluff,finding true love is enough. The Revealing By Marco Zhao, Guest Contributor  All things must come to an end,whether its positive or negative.I hope the rules can bend, but alas, this is always so…

Week 3 Poetry

July 24, 2019 4:29pm |

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…

Memories

July 17, 2019 4:12pm |

By Marco Zhao, Guest Contributor  I lost a friend today,I'm trying not to be blue, butWho knows how many more will go,the clock is ticking.Savor every memory,for we don't know which is our last.Remember all that goes by,the love, the world around us,and even the disagreements, because it's those experiences that help us grow.Savor your time,for it does not last.The clock is ticking. …

Imagine

July 10, 2019 8:25pm |

By Marco Zhao, Contributing Writer Imagine Imagine this, You are the lord of darkness Demons surrounding you Sitting on the grand throne None dares to challenge Then, suddenly, up above you A hole in the ceiling appears And all chaos turns loose As you are blinded by the sharp daggers of light As you slowly recover You find yourself binded by chains Tons of heavy metal weighs you down Your fall from grace A high king of a realm to a lowly prisoner …

Iris

July 10, 2019 8:23pm |

By Maya Isabella Alva, Contributing Writer Iris.  The delicate petals Dyed bright indigo Make me wonder When did everything get so beautiful? Dark  But not drab Light But not joyous.  Something in between. Something different. Painted with amazing colors Drops of yellow Play in the middle Almost like the sun In empty space.  A blast of color In quilts of green. Stuck in a beautiful bliss A bliss simply called Iri…

Rolling Black, Rolling White

July 10, 2019 8:17pm |

By Saanie S. Moodie, Contributing Writer Rolling black, rolling white  A newspaper but instead of focusing on the white part of the paper  They focus on the black  The bold  The reason behind the season Black and white are the two colors  Oops, I meant “shades” but black stands for “colored”  Am I right or am I wrong  I am black, I am proud  Black lives matter  All lives matter  Wait.....  Are you undermining my statement by ma…

Too Slow, Too Fast

August 1, 2018 7:56pm | Poom Siripakorn

Based on Brown Girl Dreaming: End of Summer by Jacqueline Woodson Too fast to let the summer leave us, we meet, talk, walk, play together at 100th Exeter Summer it might be the last time that we will not see each other again. The first week of the summer, it felt like everything is very slow and boring. Some of us even homesick. Now, we nearly reach the end of 2018 summer. It will feel slow during the rst week, Mr. Schieber says. But the rest of the summer, time will fly and you will…

I Am What I Am

July 25, 2018 5:48pm | Fiona Anstey

I am what I am I am the cold rush of seawater Biting Numbing Gently swishing Cradling the sand on the shores of La Coruña I am what I am and I am the smell of chlorine on wet hair and the sound of a pen scratching on a clean page Unfinished stories of dolphins mermaids soil and earth piling - like peanuts I am the willows, hunched Watching the river Tha…