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Cowley Staff (Vol. 7: 2017)

Her face fell

It might’ve been caused by time,

Cowley Student

Two trains barely breaking

Steam rolling out the smoke stack

The heat is rising from the tracks

Cowley Student (Vol. 7: 2017)

We bleed our words, our thoughts and rage, but the blood isn’t red, it’s ink on a page,

It’s all of my hate, disappointment, hopes and faith,

A release from reality to a world so carefree

Cowley Student (Vol. 7: 2017)

Different

What makes us “different”?

Is it the color of our skin?

Or whether my hair blows with the wind?

Cowley Student (Vol. 7: 2017)

On this night.

Completely rattle my mind

Like a bullet.

What is this sense of happy?

Will it stay forever?

 

Cowley Students

Arachnophobia” by Aimee Morgan

Cowley VP (Vol. 6 - 2016)

Nineteen floors above the floor of the city,
I sit by the window in a room too dark for reflections,
invisible to the middle-aged man
watching TV two floors above me in the opposite wing.

(Cowley Student: Vol. 6 - 2016)

I heard one man say to the other
“Shoot or be shot”
as he lied down the paper

Shoot or be shot?
maybe that’s true
Bullets may injure
but words do too
Shoot me with your ignorance
and I’ll shoot you

(Cowley Student: Vol. 6 - 2016)

I chose to write “I love you,” but stopped before the why.
“I love,” it wrote, there on the rusted metal bridge.
But did I? Really?
Why?
I can’t move myself to finish.

(Cowley Student: Vol. 6 - 2016)

Turn a page and you will see
A land of magic or of mystery.
Epic tales of knights of old
Hidden caves filled with gold.
A dashing hero saves the day
A wily thief slips away.
A pirate on the open seas
A castle shrouded in mystery.

(Cowley Student: Vol. 6 - 2016)

The sky spills feathers
In the darkness of the night
Angel falling down

(Cowley Student: Vol. 6 - 2016)

I wish things were easier to say
As they are to judge
Your letters are put into a frame
Then put down in your grave
For them to follow you forever
Your feelings are copied
Covered with ink
Put on a page for everyone to read
Skewed but not illegible

(Cowley Student: Vol. 6 - 2016)

I was putting
my ear to the wall
and listening to

every vibration from
your mouth that sounded
like mislaid promises.

Cowley Student (Vol. 5 - 2015)

All I do is dream about food
Breakfast can be had at any time of day
Canceling the idea that eggs are only meant for mornings
Dancing sugarplums fill my thoughts
Epitomizing my lust for sweets

Cowley Faculty (Vol. 5 - 2015)

Spring whispers at me
from beneath the snow
With quiet pleas
to rid the despair
Depression looms in the time
between now and then
When finally I meet
the sun again