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Changes
If I knew the words of your deepest revenge I’d read them over and over again
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The end is just the beginning
The end is just the beginning, but where does it end? What was once an endless ocean where you could fall deeper than anywhere else in the world now seems so close to shore. But you can never be too sure. It comes in waves, and when you finally touch the sand you were all too scared of, you feel the ocean you once loved drowning you till it feels like you can never breathe again, but you live. That’s the end. Because it never ends until you find your beginning. Alison Wong
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Unstoppable Force
On that day, I caught lightning in a jar. Wondrous bewilderment coursed when she asked my name.
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His First Love
I didn’t expect it. My first love; my first kiss from my lips to his
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TAG
You know how like/sometimes/new clothes come with those super long tags
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Agape
If I could be a cloud
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In Loving Memory
Dear Reader… For context and as a content and/or trigger warning, my mother passed away a few years ago. I found solace in reading and writing poetry. It lent a hand in articulating the complex emotions and nuances of navigating through the past few years after losing someone so important to me. The creation and collection of these three short, anonymous poems has been a reflective and therapeutic experience. My hopes are that they can help you reflect on and articulate similar emotions or feelings if you too have lost a loved one. TLDR; Content/Trigger Warning: This collection of poems deals with themes of death, losing a family member, parent, …
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Intimacy
A whisper drips From the tip of his tongue And slides into her ear
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Everyday Event
shuddering the shadows huddled in corners, soon to be sacrificed to the glorious
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Hymn, he was
The sunrise laughter, he was— His array of morning-bird chirping humor, A tear-turned-smile: Houdini’s final quest.
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Shame on me
Back bent backwards, knees bruised blistering bloody
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Alone in the River with Who?
Sitting on an island with who? I'm not sitting here with you.
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Past, Present, Future
Be me a woman, compassionate and kind
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When I think of you, I am home
An Ode to Ammama (and Hyderabad)
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Ode(?) To Skincare
The acne and dark spots that have spread like a virus on my face has not followed quarantine rules.
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Long-Gone Honey
You slung steaming water into the mug
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THE ESA POETRY COLLECTION
Are you an aspiring poet? Do you want to share your works with the UBC community? Now’s your chance! In response to the growing number of aspiring writers here at UBC, the ESA is excited to host our first ever creative conference, The Poetry Collection. We welcome all aspiring poets to participate in this event and gain some experience having their works presented to an audience and also, to have the opportunity to be featured on our website! The first component of this event is a virtual submission form. Here, we request that poets submit their works using a Word or PDF document in order for their works to be…
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2022-23
Read bios and get to know the 2022-23 executive team of the UBC English Students Association!
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ESA Executive Elections – 2022/23
Looking for a fun opportunity to get involved with the English undergraduate community while developing leadership skills? We are officially seeking executives for next year’s ESA team. This is a great way to develop new skills, meet new people, form connections in the English department, and have an influence on campus. The executive team collaborates to plan everything from ice cream cake socials to The Colloquium, supports initiatives like The Garden Statuary, and connects with students, other clubs, and the department. New ideas are more than welcome, and this is a platform that can help you realize them. We will be accepting nominations until 4:00 PM on Monday, March 28, 2022. Online elections will…
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I’m doing a BSc and a BA. Why?
“We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars, now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.” -Cooper, Interstellar I was fourteen when my family and I went to see Christopher Nolan’s film Interstellar. Back then, my destiny was to be an actress. I was represented by outstanding agency and was skipping classes to attend auditions and call backs. My weekends were reserved for acting classes and filming demo reels. We went to watch this movie so we could support another kid at my acting school who was in the film. I remember seeing their face pop up…
