THE CLIO

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Written by: Claire Bizzell America has progressed. Not in a positive way. Not in a way of social love and equality. Not in the way we should be progressing. No, America has progressed in a way of apathy. We have bombed the innocents, And the majority of our country couldn’t care less. They share the posts glorifying real life tragedies, Mocking and laughing at people who, at their core, Are no different than them. America may be progressing in many ways, But we need to progre

Made by: Supreeta

Written and made by: Supreeta

Written by: Sage Alister In the corner of a room A vague feeling seemed to bloom This self loathing that used to consume An unknown force that made me fume This moment in which I thought I had escaped Yet always came back, I am played by fate After hours, this little child began to agitate What started as comfort felt to be unsafe Yet a faint, calm, and serene melody plays Somewhere near a familiar hallway A strong rhythm that leads me astray Arriving at the destination, hopi

Written by: Jo Tam A wish proved luxury, the urge to halt the showers Strenuous runaways from cosmic dust to drop the fright Astrophobia, an illness adorned with wonders How could a girl, in her frail power, peel each crashing star from its might? A long path stretched for loneliness to hit closure Marked my map like a chessboard, still yet to be clean And abruptly they jumped off cliffs to pen new chapters Shoved me beneath the black yonder to be obscene I dashed despite my

Written by: Oriane Hong a new fervent and lethal thought on new year’s with an inner course of downstream tears, i carved my heartbeats on the page and added a tally to my blue age. i waved it all goodbye, the golden past on the stage— but it wasn’t my last. clawed stones, bustling alleys, a mirage sunset, windy loud bus rides in words i’ll never forget. a forerunning funeral march by candlelight, i lived by the moon and his distant presence at night. but then i left a mask i