By Tansy Cai
"I love to laugh and to laugh with others; a happy day is a good day.”
Our grade 12 poet, Nora Titus, is creative, independent and most importantly cheerful. Whether she is anxious or joyful, she prefers to keep her thoughts on any different mediums other than in her head, which is the main reason why she loves writing. Often, she organizes her experiences and ideas in poems for further inspiration.
Nora spent seven years of her childhood in Thailand, where it certainly piqued her curiosity for history and culture. All the scenes and experiences she was exposed to at a young age allowed her to develop a taste for writing and drawing. For Nora, she values her artistic abilities as ways to express her self more effectively.
Our grade 12 poet, Nora Titus, is creative, independent and most importantly cheerful. Whether she is anxious or joyful, she prefers to keep her thoughts on any different mediums other than in her head, which is the main reason why she loves writing. Often, she organizes her experiences and ideas in poems for further inspiration.
Nora spent seven years of her childhood in Thailand, where it certainly piqued her curiosity for history and culture. All the scenes and experiences she was exposed to at a young age allowed her to develop a taste for writing and drawing. For Nora, she values her artistic abilities as ways to express her self more effectively.
“Through art we can interpret the world and tackle controversial and incontrovertible topics alike,” she said. Sometimes, it is not about what Nora is doing, but about how she is doing it. Her variety of talents, including writing, drawing and dancing provide her a window to constantly illiterate her surroundings through art and be who she truly is.
There were many amazing poets, whose works have always guided Nora into establishing her own style. Some of them would be Salmon Rushdie, Jane Austen, Fyodor Dostoevsky and Boris Pasternak. Not only were their poems very classical, they were also insightful and audacious. However, Emily Dickinson would definitely be Nora’s favorite poet of all times, because her style is so bold and modern even in the 21 century. Despite the fact that the poems were actually written in the 1800s, the ideas were daring, which is why Nora admires Emily Dickinson so much.
Although Nora mentioned that she might not pursue writing as a main career, she would love to publish some of her work in the near future. In university, our young and talented speaker will continue to participate in speech and debate, because she loves to verbally expressing herself in a diplomatic yet assertive way.
Using what Nora said, “Truth be told, I think I eat, breathe, sleep, speech and debate.”
There were many amazing poets, whose works have always guided Nora into establishing her own style. Some of them would be Salmon Rushdie, Jane Austen, Fyodor Dostoevsky and Boris Pasternak. Not only were their poems very classical, they were also insightful and audacious. However, Emily Dickinson would definitely be Nora’s favorite poet of all times, because her style is so bold and modern even in the 21 century. Despite the fact that the poems were actually written in the 1800s, the ideas were daring, which is why Nora admires Emily Dickinson so much.
Although Nora mentioned that she might not pursue writing as a main career, she would love to publish some of her work in the near future. In university, our young and talented speaker will continue to participate in speech and debate, because she loves to verbally expressing herself in a diplomatic yet assertive way.
Using what Nora said, “Truth be told, I think I eat, breathe, sleep, speech and debate.”
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Broken Love
And why? Why love? Subject to the pains, shooting and sharp Piercing diamond arrows. Why not let go? Give to the winds and the ways Swaying with the inconsequential, But here instead, Deep breaths of scent of skin Of shirt, Ocean waves crashing broken rocks-- A crying sea. Why does it rain and why does it shine? Souls weep in either Souls weep in both Fabric is torn to shreds To threads which cannot be woven, Scattering the floor, Mocking tired hearts Withered by the sands of time. This is Me
This is me This is all of me, with the straw hair and Dark eyes of subdued fire, Raging storms hiding behind dismal clouds Behind sunny skies. This is me, With my grace in my awkwardness Clumsy fingers snatching at falling Glasses of water, Tumbling down, Down, drowning sad shoes which are Houses to my feet but not homes. With quiet peels of laughter erupting into Shattering plates So Sudden, So Startling, With thick tongues and red, red lips which Will always only ever be pink. With smiles of piano keys And drum sets And symphonies, With hopes reaching to the sky And above, past the moon and the stars and all the way into Other universes, Flying So far despite the ungainly body which Imprisons it. Moving with a confidence that Is not assured, not firm, Yet honest in it's fragility and its Strength. Not perfect, Nor beautiful in the sense of Summer flowers or soft shells, But Powerful, Amazing, A site to behold, With a past and a present and a future and a story-- This is me. |
Dancer
I used to be a dancer But then, along the way, The flowers stopped blooming in sweet arrays, Trees grew cold, Leaves turned brittle and I Lost my pins and my ribbons and my silks, but, I still have my shoes Old and worn with satin ties, Soft with age, I still have my shoes. |
