If I Should Die, Think Only This of Me ~ Pryaska Goorhoo

If I should die, think only this of me,
If I was still around
 I'd be telling you this over a nice cup of tea.
I was the surprise party... the helium inside a balloon,
I was the obsidian sky
holding up the bright moon.

I was like the screams
 from an amusement park,
Like an ultrasound
guiding a surgical needle through the dark.
I was the birthday cake
... the one from your favorite birthday,
I was that summer's day
that you had in the middle of May.

I was the wild oak,
changing and growing,
But you were the roots,
strong and grounded like a powerful river flowing.
I was the spinal cord, heart and brain.
But it meant nothing without
having the capillaries, arteries and veins.

Remember me for being
honest and real,
A fresh baguette and
Warm tomato soup as a meal.
I was Neptune and you
were its rings.
In my peregrination through life, I hope
 I turned your winters into spring...



© Pryaska Goorhoo

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Matriculant 2017
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Drowned ~ Keara Singh

The Sea,
Once it casts its spells,
Traps you in its waves forever.
You'll never notice you're caged,
Nor notice that this ocean is not your oxygen.
You'll never notice that you're drowning.

For you are too amazed by the beauty of the water
and how it encapsulates you in your own universe of sapphire blue.
For ages you want to swim and admire that bubble it trapped you in.
You'll never notice the abyss it is slowly swallowing you into.

But then,
Your lungs,
they start to b u r n
and suddenly the water is no longer c o o l
against your skin.

the sea,
was never your truth.
It was a LIE.
an imputing dishonesty

like a flash of lightning;
 a wave against the shore

the water was never your home.

Now,
it is your grave.


©  Keara Singh

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Grade 12
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Horned Lady

Horned Lady
Why was I born?
Was it for the satisfaction
Of hurting your “dear Son”?

Horned Lady
Why was I born?
Was it to fill my head
With suicidal and regretful thoughts?

Horned Lady
Why was I born?
Was it so I could listen
To the anger and hatred toward my father?

Horned Lady
Can you not see
I am in pain?
Physically, emotionally by your hand

Horned Lady
You have done much to me
But through all you have done
I cannot hate you.



by Hurting Son

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Grade 11
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