• creative writing,  informational

    The Healing Power of Classical Music

    The Healing Power of Classical Music “Music is the medicine of the mind” – John A. Logan Angeline Peng 11/27/2020 My orchestra director has said many things about classical music: “This amount of build up and tension and climax here cannot be encapsulated in a 4 minute pop song.”  “Symphonic music has survived for hundreds of years and this music will survive for hundreds more years to come.”  “Every teenager needs to experience classical music at least once in their life.” Many people assume that classical music is bland, and they wouldn’t be wrong to assume that. There are some pieces that are less interesting than others. Classical music has…

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    It Boils and Boils… Then What?

      It Boils and Boils… Then What? Adebola Adenle 11/27/2020 Oftentimes in our society with its current social “norms,” individuals may emotionally suppress themselves for one reason or another. Often pertaining to their current environment and those around them. Despite the efforts of any individual, it is an inevitable fact that emotional suppression will eventually result in an involuntary release of such emotions. Of course the manner in which they release varies from person to person, but overall emotional suppression is detrimental to one’s own mental health. Yet once it reaches what you could call a “boiling point,” The metaphorical “explosion” of emotion which occurs is much more of a…

  • creative writing,  poems

    Through Night And Day

    Through Night And Day Creative writing, poetry about the journey of a person who struggled with depression. Jane B.7/29/2020 Akin to entrapment In cage of sorrow dampWith strands of slumber threading throughMy mind didn’t know how or whyBut nowhere was there a lamp I saw a friendly person kindThrough the dark with a flame in handI ran away from my own mindIn the snow to fall and landIt beckoned me then with a healing touchOh so soft and warmLicking away at the darkness whichUpon my brain would swarm. Then the warmness went with the windAnd left me with a minute of coldAnd as the fire rose againThe embers seemed so differentI…

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    To Have a Voice

    To Have a Voice Anaya Patel7/22/2020 TRIGGER WARNING This article contains sensitive topics that might potentially affect the reader. A noir sky above, A grassless plain below, She shuts her mind, Everything out.  Rough and tumble, Waves crashed, Tumultuous Chaos and Fright. The clouds greyed and A violet sky appeared. Lightning roared Right into her ears, But she didn’t stir. The gates of hell had opened, All the monsters were here, But she didn’t move a finger. Head attached to the ground, Toes towards the heavens, Arms crossed, Eyes shut. Stubborn, Delicate, Fatigued. She began to hum. The storm roared as Rain poured And showers drained Her song. Not even…

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    To Be Afraid

    To Be Afraid P.V.7/18/2020 Atrocity births a candle: a series of wispy dancers artfully evading the skeletal shadows that curve about them to cast the umbra of my veins upon the rows and rows of literary antiquity. The pallor of my fingertips caressing the backs of powdery spines, however, is not captured by the crooked flame so much as sensed by the peculiar chill. My hands are traversing the titles almost involuntarily, or so it seems, for the sedated wires within my head ignite a dull sort of electricity behind the crimson vessels of my eyes and the feverish dampness of my skin. Alert, but not quite awake, not quite…

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    The Garden of the Mind

    The Garden of the Mind Adebola Adenle7/17/2020 The garden was beautiful. Like an illustration, painted into reality.The sweet fragrance of violet, amber and ivory flowers mixed together and danced in the air.From the trees hung fruit that seemed to sparkle in the golden sun.And a flowing clear stream ran through the length of the garden.Letting a faint rush echo around.But, As time wore on,The garden was left alone.No person roamed the dirt paths,Nor stopped to pluck a fruit from the trees.So,As all things grow without care.The garden grew sick. The petals of the flowers began to wilt.The fruit on the trees shriveled up.As the trees themselves grew sicklyEach day more…