LITERARY WORKS
The Present Yes, quarantine has taken away my senior year. A year that was meant to be memorable, and not in the sense that I’d be stuck inside my humble abode every single hour of the day. But staying stuck inside has made me uncover pasts that linger within me as a student.
Of all the things I’ve discovered, I’ve come to realize that this time is precious. The more time that I can spend revisiting myself and my life, the more time to say goodbye to the things that pull at my heart. Soon enough, all these sentimental moments will just become a part of my memory, tucked beneath every single experience that’s bound to happen. But one thing’s for sure: these sentimental figures will always carry me back to the past with the magic of nostalgia.
B y : D i a n n e R a m i r e z
In lone night of drastic humid, it prodded the remainder of what’s yet to disappear, remembering the departed; the unclear. It was forlorn but somehow delighted.
The obnoxious festivity, I despised it more, Of why is this vibrant hue ruining the dim And making the insides of mine obscure. Then I no longer feel despair on a whim
When it should be of misery, of dole This spry of a color, keep thee sober.