We here at Her Campus Kean love to write. I mean, we would have to love it to be contributers to Her Campus Kean.
However, as much as we love it, we don’t always want to be writing journalistically. We are also creative writers, too!
With new members added to our team, we’ve discussed our love of writing creative pieces too. That got us thinking. Why don’t we try to show our creative side as well as our professional side?
That is why we’re going to try out this “Creative Corner” to Her Campus Kean. This is where our writers can show off some of their creative pieces.
As of now we only have a few contributions, but we hope to get more.
Enjoy!
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THIS IS NOT BROKEN HEARTED
By: Xirena Wormley
I have to find some way to escape-
It has tangled its self around me & constricts around my neck,
Every time I try to leave him behind.
I’ve tried to be strong- the weight of the good times press against my chest.
Lungs heavy, vision blurry-
The bad times are too much, to handle.
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The hardest thing to do is to convince myself that he is not love.
I write this because I don’t know what else to do-
When the person you run to is the person you must run away from,
Maybe it’s time to stop running.
This is not a broken heart.
I am not broken hearted.
I AM NOT BROKEN HEARTED.
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The pain he causes voids all the love I could ever have for him.
Yet maybe it’s me who caused all the pain
Maybe I’m the one who started this endless battle.
I keep telling myself that I’m innocent
But maybe I’m not.
IM NOT INNOCENT
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Either way two people who are masters at the same game-
should find other opponents.
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(all this to say nothing- except I’m not broken hearted)
HAIKUS
By Brigit Bauma
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THE MOON
to me you’re a man
across the sea you’re a rabbit
truly you’re a rock
REFLECTION
I look in the mirror.
I lift my lips in a smile.
My reflection frowns.
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STRENGTH
A light in the dark
dances like a broken toy.
It doesn’t go out.
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SLEEPING BEAUTY
The winter chill beat;
a warm breeze kisses the earth.
The earth awakens.
DEATH
a blue bird lays still
her wee chest no longer lifts
the world does not stop
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PRESENCE
They say you are gone.
I can no longer see you,
but I still feel you.
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Photo Credit: Wikipedia for both http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon & http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Acer_pseudoplatanus_budding.jpg