Defiance By Brianna Reeve creeping vines up a brick wall, slow but persistent in their crawl. at first, just small green sprouts but then they grew; those weeds became tall as wild grasses. natural in their growth, roots buried beneath the earth, thriving in a lush environment meant for others. the hardy grasses sprouting in between the cobblestones outside my English lecture, waving at me on my walk home. I looked for the weeds everywhere I went-I noticed them on my porch, poking their leaves through pavement cracks. in carefully manicured gardens, existing in defiance of all the beautiful flowers. I suppose my heart will always be soft for wild things that grow unbothered, planting themselves wherever they desire.
forevermore By V. M. Somersette For what once was but could not last is laden in this looking glass. Searched assurance always fails, and vibrant worlds up close are pale. To be the learned traveler is only but a ruse. Better yet to blindly go and admit you cannot choose. These worlds were never made for you, as we’re from fairer shores. So close your eyes and onward dream. And search forevermore.
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