Sarah Corcoran Art Critique

Art Critique Sarah Corcoran

My legs feel like butter As I hang you up On the wall I hope I didn’t stain you With the sweat Of my anxiety

I show you off to victims Sitting behind me Who stare in disinterest At you, my greatest creation Abomination That I’ve ever breathed

It’s true that I love you And that I hate you Don’t know why I made you But that’s what bullshit is for

They gaze up at your beauty And at your ugly too All the mistakes I didn’t see When I first made you With their words they tear you Apart so eloquently And thus, they tear me apart Too so eloquently.

Some Day I’ll Love Ocean Song Kai Lefler

Many a time I’ve heard of the sound of the ocean’s song Of its beauty and majesty and soothing properties I think, “Maybe I’ve never heard the ocean of which they speak,” For I never have experienced that calming song I’ve heard the loud smattering and haphazard stitching of crashes Against the shore or rocks -- never did I think of song

The sound is a bumbling, lopsided sound Made of harsh and grating noises That is not a song to me, I want something hard and slow or light and fast Something that could be mistaken for solid or gas

What is the beauty In the randomness of liquid? What is it that all the people before me Have noticed and appreciated? Is it the randomness itself? How unfair That it is me who is left out

Who am I to discount the masses? Maybe someday I’ll learn to appreciate too As I grow older and wiser

I want to learn to appreciate How good it is to gain new enjoyment! I long to like the ocean song, though it will be long

I swear, I will wake – And mistake the cacophony For song

The Day She Knew She Loved Him Celeste Larson

Nothing was unordinary about the day she knew she loved him. It was a

mere glance in his direction that made her realize. He smiled at her, And she smiled back.

She then understood that there was no one else that could ever make her cheeks hurt like him.