Essays
The Murderous Motives Within Oryx and Crake
Poems
Bedroom
My bed, messy…blue and white.
My sister’s bed, messy, only white.
One has a blanket, the other doesn’t,
random crap sits underneath both.
Two windows and a cool looking forest decor.
The nightstand, white, with a Bible and candles,
and a calendar
and notebooks
and pencils
more notebooks,
and some hair ties, and tissues,
my retainer…
oh look! My glasses!
The drawers sit
across from the bed
shirts
pants
backpack and textbooks on the top.
Laundry bin to the right of the drawers: no dirty clothes
Desk chair to the right of that: piled with dirty clothes
Laundry basket with clean clothes: NEEDS TO BE DONE
the desk is average.
ALL MY BOOKS AND ALBUMS AND ANIME FIGURINES
my earrings and perfume
hair straighteners ball of yarn MIRROR a mess more mess cute coffee cup!
Sister’s Junk
My Junk
Sister's Junk
My Junk
A Late Night Ramble over Coffee
To be honest, I don’t know when I saw
my friend as more than just a friend. He seems
clueless about my crush, but never asks
if I have one. Perhaps in June, maybe
before, was when I fell for his boy charms.
Why do I like him? Cause, he’s kind, and smart
and funny, did I mention great with kids?
He’s loves photography and art, he sings
off key with radio songs, knowing full well
he can sing good! He’s outgoing, polite…
sorry, am I rambling too much again?
Sophie
East Fork:
A Journal of the Arts