Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust, Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight, Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had Past reason hated as a swallowed bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad […]
This poem brings up multiple questions for me. One question that seems to keep infiltrating my mind is, how is one’s value judged. The poem doesn’t directly answer my question, but it hints at it instead. From what I understand, a spirit is judged on how they are perceived in human form. How the person interacts with those around them […]
Its four black sharp spikes will always protect Against the harsh abrupt life that comes quickPeople say its life is not correctBut this innocent life was sadly picked It’s motherly features do not scare me It just Sits under the rushing waterWe have been taught patience is key How is patience key if we all get slaughtered We pay a […]
When I first read this poem I found it very unusual, I was unable to grasp the meaning of the poem. This poem had me feeling perplexed but at the same time content. Honestly the whole poem was perplexing. However, a specific line that brought out this emotion was line 8. Line 8 Shakespeare wrote “On purpose laid to make […]
Alongside my friends who talk but I talk not The fog covers my mindWe talked the night away At Prospect Park we unravel I admit their convo was intriguing It was full of laughter and smilesBut they never noticed my coldness That led me to exile The convo continued for a strenuous period of timeSkipping from topic to topic Looking […]
Jillian is a young American-born Chinese woman who finds politics, dance, economics, criminology, psychology, neuroscience and military tactics interesting.. At a young age she started dancing while at the same playing soccer and running track. She stayed with soccer and Track for a long time until 5th grade when she started to focus more on her dance career. However, to […]
My backyard is lushes in the summertime. Exotic plants take over my section of our garden. My family loves to grow juicy red tomatoes, fresh pink raspberries, and herbs like basil, lavender, and mint. We also love to grow honeysuckle right against the tacky white plastic fence my neighbors put up.. Numerous bees will swarm around our honeysuckle and our […]
The brown stone fence that creates a barrier between me and the park. Rusted benches placed strategically along the sidewalk. There’s a performing area for the summer concerts. There’s baseball fields and soccer fields. There’s secret paths that lead to different parts of the park. There’s even a boathouse. Prospect park a beautiful place to go anytime in the year. […]
All these photos were taken by me. The brown stone fence that creates a barrier between me and the park. Rusted benches placed strategically along the sidewalk. There’s a performing area for the summer concerts. There’s baseball fields and soccer fields. There’s secret paths that lead to different parts of the park. There’s even a boathouse. Prospect park a beautiful […]
I remember my mom walking outside No matter the weather Coming back reeking of an unpleasant smell I remember my dad going to work Bringing me back sweets I would savour them Until he left for another trip I remember stepping on stage Then stepping off the stage with a big smile on my face My heart racingI remember my […]
How do you defineThat emotion that drives youClose to the edge of The boundary of sanity insanity Where do you fall in Love is what, to you? Marvelous, disastrous, what-who knows except for your concealed anticsyour mind that reflects your puresinister essence Print this page. Author Jillian
They said they liked my “personality” that I am a characterthey always wanted to know where I was fromIf I said I was from 12str 7th avenue right near the F & G Train in Brooklyn white privileged kids hangout from dusk to dawn Do you think they would have known where I was from Where I’m from we make […]
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