Creativity thrives in poetry.

By Jun Being Chin, Trinity College Student Night Isolated in my own world Going to sleep Having some free time To think about what comes to mind No, I say to myself. I shall go to sleep…… but it is a sign Gone is my mind Hundreds of thoughts come rushing Thinking about anything but sleeping Not t

By Danny Fahey, Trinity College Teacher He was an unusual…boy? She was not sure… girl? Just as likely… What made her or him different though was the manner of remembering. He or she had no memories inside. Instead, the memories to be recollected grew amongst the leaves of a beautiful

By Christian Valerian, Trinity College Student Mama… tell me a story… Where does it begin? Where does the water go? Why does the light sphere get angrier? When the dark gets colder? Mama… where are they? The creatures I used to see The trees I used to climb The smell of fresh air The green la

By Valeria Saputra, Trinity College Student To Love Again A time in reverse, a time she forgot, “Hello old friend”, she mutters in displeasure, For the curse itself never tied the knot, A ribbon’s voyage which led beyond seas. The feeling emerged, in an instant she denies, A mere phase, she’s co

By Jun Being Chin, Trinity College Student Life Interesting Fun Ever so beautiful Life Irritating Flawed Ever so awful Love it or not “I” should love myself Forget Everyone else Lucky or not “I” should stand up tall Forward Enjoy life more.

By Christian Valerian, Trinity College Student Mirror-mirror on the wall… tell me who am I amongst them all Mirror-mirror the wisest of all… Show me what it means to be a doll Tell me how can I be them all To shine without a dull Show me what it means to be a gal So I w

By Christian Valerian, Trinity College Student Home, a place that all desire. Yet, not all found it. A place that is older than fire, Yet still relevant to this date. Home, a shelter I seek. A safe haven. But where will I ever see this heaven. Is it at the end of the ocean, or is it at the end of

By Kriti Chand Rajbar, Trinity College Student Never see anyone, Just sleep then school, sleep then school, sleep, Lockdowns are the worst. A haiku is a type of short form poetry that originated in Japan, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five in the last line.