poem

Hearty laughter, petty fights and holiday movies from our childhood in the background all make November a time to look forward to, for the gathering is far more important than the aesthetics of the month.

Today, you felt like home.  / Usually you feel like childhood / Bittersweet / Like the mistakes of youth  / Like the times that make you cringe / But then immediately laugh / Because no matter how mortifying, / You’re still glad to have  / That story to tell 

I want Ease / To not let those voices matter.

As I fall asleep dreaming of blank Google docs and deadlines, I tell myself that I’ll at least be able to get a full night's sleep before I do it all again next week.

Waking up at 1, it’s another day in quarantine. None of my work is done, and I feel like an old rusty machine.

Regardless of major, political views, sexual orientation or religion, everyone on campus can agree that squirrels are the best thing about UC Berkeley. There’s no better way to express love than through a poem, so here's an ode to them just in time for Earth Day.

With all this time on our hands, there is a little bit more room to tap into our creative selves. We gave it a shot ourselves. So, we present to you a small collection of 3 poems broken into "haiku" stanzas. We hope you can relate!

Regardless of where I am, with my head bouncing in periodic nods, some things never change. I love you, my beautiful AirPods. In sickness and in health, you have stuck by me.

A lone violin aching through the night / Follows our footsteps to the ends of the Earth / Where to — A destination yet to be known