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Quetzal | University of Waterloo’s Online Arts Magazine2019-09-18T16:20:09-04:00

Poetry & Prose

“A Stranger’s Summer” by Jacob Kechichian

A Stranger’s Summer

by Jacob Kechichian


It was the first summer night of the season. I stood against the railing on my balcony and gazed upon the small city. Faint sounds of laughter and music flowed through the air and the soft warm breeze kissed my face. It was a cloudless sky that evening and a full moon, which shone bright, stared back at me as I to it. The stars, hidden behind the city’s immense lights, pushed through and radiated unto the sky. Nights like these were ones I lived for, where I could sit and silently observe the city; a self-deified stranger to a godless city.

“The Journey” by Abbas Safdari

The Journey

by Abbas Safdari

Snow-capped mountains passing by
The might of whome cannot deny
Trees standing side by side
Uniform and Unity all within sight

The allure and beauty of nature calls
But glance once only, duty calls
Water falls, comes down white
Peace and purity in expanse, wide

Stubborn snow seems to stand
Summer heat fazes not the land
Flourishing like within mid-spring
The land defy's the sun yet.

Drip Drop, rain starts falling
Sun hidden among the clouds
Thunder crackles; the storm has come
Herald of a rainbow yet to come

“Perception” by Varun Batta

Perception

by Varun Batta

Always thinking against it
Despite all the praise
Always thinking otherwise
No matter what they all say

Receiving compliments all the time
Searching for the flaws I perceive
Listening to them with a thankful smile
Yet never will I actually believe

These thoughts continue to come and go
Sometimes keep me in complete denial
These feelings go both up and down
Other times make me consider retrial

Hearing admirations from many a person
Disproving right away, always naturally
Handling them all like that, until
Just one person voices them casually

Suddenly these new notions take hold
Perhaps there is some reason for why
Every time someone offers ovation
Potentially there is a purpose to apply

Observing how that one person sees me
Noticing their smile whenever their eyes
Gazing upon me and now I see
That in all reality, there’s more to me.

“FWB” by Amy Zi Xuan Liou

FWB

by Amy Zi Xuan Liou

It’s like time neither stood still

Nor sped forward with urge,

When your hearts are wholesome and warm

But too fragile for goodbye words,

Bold and injured.

These bodies tangle as they should,

We do what two young humans do

When they lean in closer to the soul

That stirs beneath me, beneath you,

Make me your pursuit.

There was no room for excessive fear,

In the moment, we were willing to give,

Receiving hugs, kisses and heaven,

But ask me to commit

And I would run from all of this.

Because my father was noble and brave,

And my mother has never felt the agony

Of losing your first true love,

When you were swept off your feet,

With the most heartless ending.

So we don’t look for new beginnings,

We seek no means to an end,

Just the sway of my hips and the comfort of his chest,

When he’s a special kind of friend

On the weekends.

A friend.

“Of Reflections” by Stuart Ian Little

Of Reflections

by Stuart Ian Little

Ten pennies in a wishing bowl,

A great stone thing with moss, an old

Man’s treasured contemplative font,

Each thrown for some young foolish thing;

A love desired, a summer fling.

There’s chance to glance, reflecting there

Between the moss and stones; to dare

To see a Truth. The old man does.

He sits and smiles at the youth

That he once was, the coins he threw.

“House” by Tanvi Patel

House

by Tanvi Patel

House

I want to go home.

It’s what you say the the end of a long day. 

It’s what you say when the social circumstances of your immediate environment make you feel uncomfortable. 

I want to go home.

What a child says staying over at a friend’s house for the first time. 

What a college student says eating ramen for the fifth time. 

I want to go home I said. 

I wanted to go home but then I realized that I didn’t even know where home was. 

Is it where you currently live, is it around people you think you love, is it an intangible feeling.

It scared me when my friend asked “what feels like home?” Then I panicked because I didn’t know, nothing came up. 

Home, where you’re supposed to feel safe, as I’ve heard but I wish the dwelling I reside in resembled anything even remotely close to safe. 

Invaded in my own home and I wonder where home is now. Floating from dorm to dorm, from friend to friend I can’t find home and so why do I want to go home so bad. 

Where is home when you don’t belong in the four walls you call your house. 

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