The Woodstock Creative Hub
This hub showcases submitted student artwork, poetry, comics, and more!
If you're interested in showcasing YOUR work in the printed edition or on this page here, email us your submission at the woodlands.woodstock@gmail.com, or DM us on Instagram at woodlandswoodstock!
Artwork
Dedication. Expression. Passion.
Artist
Seraphina Cheung
Artist
Rafael Silva Felix
Artist
Aditi Dhungana
Poetry.
Creativity. Music. Soul.
After the Breaking
by Z (Zayne)
Healing didn’t feel brave
It felt like waking up and realizing
The ache was still there,
Just quiet enough
That I could breathe again.
After you,
The world felt too quiet
I didn’t miss the pain,
But I missed the noise,
The kind that made me feel alive,
Even when it hurt.
I thought moving on
Meant forgetting,
But it really just means
I carry the memory,
Without collapsing under it.
Some days,
Seeing you still hits me.
But missing you
Isn’t the same as wanting you back,
It’s just proof
That I loved honestly
I’m not who I was
When I loved you,
Or when I lost you,
I’m someone in between,
Softer, wiser,
And moving in the right direction.
And maybe that’s enough for now.
About the Author
Z (Zayne) is a growing writer who explores themes of connection, healing, and personal transformation through poetry. Inspired by real emotions and everyday experiences, they use writing as a way to make sense of the world and the people who move through it. Outside of poetry, they enjoy quiet moments, meaningful conversations, and finding beauty in small details that others might overlook. Through their work, Z (Zayne) hopes to create pieces that resonate deeply with readers who are navigating grief, growth, and all the in-between spaces of being human.
Q&A
Woodstock: What does this poem mean to you?
Z: “To me, this poem is about a breakup, but isn’t limited to romantic relationships. It’s about the ending of any meaningful connection, a friendship, a bond, a phase of life, and the strange space that grief creates afterward. The poem reflects how healing from those losses doesn’t feel dramatic or empowering at first; it feels quiet, slow, and sometimes confusing.
It’s about grieving someone who is still in the world, someone you might still see, and learning that missing them doesn’t mean you want them back. It just means the connection mattered. The poem captures that complicated middle ground where you’re not who you were before the loss, but not fully rebuilt yet either.
Ultimately, it means healing from the inside out, learning to carry memories without collapsing under them. Becoming softer and wiser because of what you’ve been through, and trusting that moving forward, even gently, is enough.”
Hitherto Love
Anonymous
You have hitherto despised me,
The sound of salt seeping through.
Your hand clasped over contusions,
A reminder
Of an ache that never soothes.
Where was your,
That only now, years from giving life,
That there is something worth
In stitching together fragments of
A kaleidoscope.
Does time heal all wounds,
Does time take up the space an apology can?
Through a kind of osmosis,
My absorbance of your late intimacy.
When you say nǐ xiǎngniàn wǒ ma?
How miserable a sentence can change from,
With the loss of a single character.
Have you missed me? to
Have you thought of me?
I miss of you little,
Think of you plenty.
...
Translations:
你想念我吗 nǐ xiǎngniàn wǒ ma - do you miss me?
你想我吗 nǐ xiǎngwǒ ma - do you think/miss of me (less intimate sigh)?
About the Author
The author is an avid Roblox lover. Their favourite game is Adopt Me and hopes that anyone can donate any pets they don't want to them. They also wish that they didn't have so many girls asking for their number. Their favourite animal is the goat Gia Thind's cat, Fazli.
Q&A
Woodstock: What does this poem mean to you?
Author: “Honestly, just the relationship between me and my mom where she had [undiagnosed] mental health issues and after she got on medication, she became "normal" or what you would typically expect a mom to be like. I feel like [in ethnic/immigrant families], it's already hard to communicate how you feel with the language barrier (at least for me </3) but I guess what I wanted to communicate was how I don't know what to do with this version of my mom after being to the worst version of her.” [lightly edited]
Comics.
Fun. Life. Laughter.
HAUNTED HOUSE
by Margaret Du
