The World is my oyster I shall not want,
It maketh me dive deep in the blue green sea, frigid water warm on my skin;
It leadeth me through valleys of swaying, slippery seaweed, holding me close, caressing;
It spineth me around, disorienting, leaving no up, no down, just water,
And seaweed,
And oysters,
And me…

The World is my oyster I shall not want,
It maketh me pry and pry and pry,
Maketh my muscles ache;
It maketh my hands bleed, swirling red water twisting, winding;
Up up up through the salty sea.

The World is my oyster I shall not want,
It maketh me cry out!
Air escaping my lungs, water filling me, consuming me, becoming me, drowning me….
It leadeth me towards dark ocean caves,
Towards predator, towards prey;
It holdeth me in Its grasp, consuming my mind, my dreams, my heart, my disoriented,
suffocating soul;

The World is my oyster, I shall not want,
But for the bright shining pearl within.

Gianna Giusti (2015)

Major: Undeclared. Minor: Dance.

Biography: Gianna Giusti is a Freshman from Vashon Island, WA. Gianna is undeclared, but she hopes to major in either Political Science or English and minor in Dance, but who knows with a crazy girl like her. When Gianna should be doing homework, she tends to procrastinate by writing poetry and ranting about all of her crazy wanna-be hippie ideas.