Remember the roses their white wisdom waning our loud hearts deafen amongst heated night rains Remember the roses richly red as life he once gave now set ablaze, under the morning light’s wrath Remember the roses vicious and violent the shade of his blood long resting upon the sun Remember the roses… More petals plunge
International law comes in many forms, often the product of international agreements and treaties between states or a natural evolution of customary practices. The greatest flaw of international law is that it does not have a distinct, single enforcement mechanism. There is no single governing entity to enforce these laws. Moreover, since there are many… More The Holocaust and lessons for the future
Travel back 16 years to 1999 when one of the most influential figures in the American hip-hop scene released The Aftermath, a groundbreaking album that sold over 6.6 million units in four years. Number 23 on Billboard’s Hot 100 at the time, “The Next Episode” featured on Andrew ‘Dr. Dre’ Young’s album sunk itself so… More From Dr. Dre to J. Cole: The Art of Sample-Based Hip-Hop
Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” But what if justice itself is the cause of injustice? Throughout Albert Camus’ The Stranger, justice constantly defies the very ideas upon which it is established–ideas of truth and equitability–and thus betrays Meursault, a simple-minded victim of the system, by punishing… More The Stranger: Injustice to Justice
My glass of faith has shattered and I–the prisoner of these walls–fall celled into my destruction. He told me that I must believe and later embrace. He spun my thoughts, my guilt, my lust. And when I needed him he came by my side. He bent down and cradled my body. He raised my broke… More Dusting glass
Bruce Lee once said, “Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable” (Lee). Similarly, in The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne documents the… More The Scarlet Letter: A love story?
A thousand small holes trapped in a box. I stare at them, my mouth watering. I imagine the sweet honey flavor bursting in my mouth. Looking side to side, I stealthily extend my arm to the top counter. The sight of this crispy sugar, oh lord. I tilt the box down toward my cup and… More cheerios
For the first time in years I slid my back door open and stepped foot into my garden. The plants were dying if not already dead. Yellow grass strangled the lemon tree and the big bushy one beside it. I wondered what creatures lived within their grasps. But I soon realized I didn’t care. I… More To fill a hole
I lay alone at night measuring the seconds between creeks of grown walls and those of old wooden floorboards croaking in pain. My eyes scream open as blood rushes to my head, pounding–throbbing as my face tightens in a heated twist and my ears steam from this paranoia. Has he come for me? This night, my last?… More stranger of night
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