A shred of light Stuck on repeat A constant war to stay at a rhythmic pace Resistance pushing each corner A full revolution centered around a single fight An advancement behind Stopped in the eyes ahead Fighting each dominating pass The last handle loose Though still with a white knuckle grip Pushing off a constant night Only to lead an army of one One known with an unnerving amount of close Perfectly shaded with a capping commander Short enough to glance at an unfamiliar outside Yet too long to run An impassable cloud Containing all -
Adina Gutierezz
Beneath The Skin “No matter how long I try My hair never stays straight� Never one compliment Seem to boast your faith On your looks The way you dress Yet all say you look great. The clothes wrapped around our bodies To warm ourselves To protect us from the cold That was before when
Clothes is the way Others judge you for How much money you have? Where you work? Are following the recent trends? Depends where you are form Jeans from the South Hoodies form the north Stereotypes all around That might makes us frown Wearing clothes make us less insecure Forgetting the ordinary quote “Beauty is in the inside.” Taught to love our body We are all different Yet there’s the ideal look Then people change their skin Transform their looks Beauty is what you From what you inherit No matter where you are from The make -up cover the face But not the truth The clothes doesn’t determine Who you are Too wide Too small Too little to care If we all wore the same No color is around So different ButShowing your “true” color I know who you have been along There’s nothing to be afraid of Yet you; Yourself is afraid of others Frightened by society They never look at you with disgust What made you hide? Is the story For the longest I’ve seen The truth of your insecurity Why you must Keep the secret between us I would like to know now
But you relied, Only the most uncommon words Came out of your mouth -Amanda Li
Hope, is the punishing game Created by reality, We blindly cling to it Without fearing its’ loss, For I have felt it first hand, And I still feel the aftershock The hollowness that consumes you, Its’ cancerous nature has no cure. Not even my refuge can help me, For all I hear are empty words. Actions speak louder than words. Act now and I may find Hope in your words. But how can one place hope Where there is none. I have already played this game, And it’s clear that I haven’t won. So do not rely on hope, For it has forsaken me Too many times. Holding it in the first place, Was probably my only crime. -
Hussaann Kiani
Feeling the rough rocky cement scrape my feet, I act as if the redness of my flesh quickly heals even though in actuality I am the devil who forces the flesh off as I push myself to persist. The agonizing years of my imprisoned soul is what keeps me at my all-time perseverance. My eyes see nothing but ghastly colors that bleed and walk across my cheek. Swords clashing pieces of iron given each other forces affection. I let my hands brush the sharp walls made of rock and after a misadventures cut, I walk out of my home and allow the warm grass to welcome my feet. For ages I have attempted to escape, and the everlasting hell brushed flames against my bare fully scarred body, but now I feel the kisses from the grass upon on my toes and I slightly flinch, but this is not the same forest affection. The wind hugs my body gulping the dirt which is now part of my skin. My tightened jaw loosens and my thoughts room, just like they used to when my beloved was by my side and she wrapped her arms around me, and I
would gently lay my chin on top of her head. I brush my midnight hair bathing it with dirt. I want to leave. Leave and find a girl with my heart but despite my scars, mistreatment, hunger, and forsaken soul, I twist my feet and face the direction of gory scenes I wished was some overly dramatic bullshit film. I move with a slow and steady pace and begin to walk. My eyes still feel like the wolf with horns that bit me. But nothing feels worse than feeling that same rough rocky cement scraping my feet. -
Katelyn Urena The Stones, Cracks, Misfits The stones, cracks, misfits The world comes to an end I'm outta here let's go Let's see what beyond the gated door, the white fence Let's all just lose control The cheesy pickup lines I'm outasight outamind The world's not black and white It's way too dark and way too cold Somebody let the sunlight in Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh I've never seen a bright white light And I don't ever wanna see it I just wanna look up to the sky And be lifted into the air like a bird I've never seen a dark and treacherous force And I don't ever wanna see it All the questions being asked into the world Makes me wonder: Who am I living for who am I living for Have you ever been wanting to go to a mystical magical land Where you don't ever have to worry and you can just be happy and just believer never be sorry Sorry for all the woes you've caused Did you ever need ever greed ever feel like you just wanna to go and leave the dark world behind the door I've never seen a bright white light And I don't ever wanna see it I just wanna look up to the sky and be lifted into the air like a bird And I've never seen a dark and treacherous force And I don't ever wanna see it All the questions being asked into the world Makes me wonder: Who am I living for who am I living for Did you see the writing on the walls All the people begin to fall The dark ceases to exist
The underground where people lay The stones cracks and misfits gone and clean But yet they're gone and define me me me me me e me mmee me me me me I've never seen a bright white light And I don't ever wanna see it I just wanna look up to the sky And be lifted into the air like a bird I've seen a dark and treacherous force And I don't ever wanna see it All the questions being asked into the world Makes me wonder: Who am I living for who am I living for Someday I'll be a tiger That leaps so far into the world and doesn't ever fall into the ground Because he's too clever And when the stones cracks and misfits come back to me I'll know I'm as great as I can be. -
Nidhi Gandhi
Face off Face to face Mere inches away No more hiding No more weakness My time is now My heart feels cold But my rage is warm Our eyes clash in midair The cold wind rushes down my back The world turns red My nerves run But my body stands still My stomach drops like rock I become paralyzed Her voice echoes in my head She's pure of heart Level headed I release my gaze from his I walk away....
For You
Zach Riccardo
I need you to know this, my dearest, my home, my love you do not wait for happiness. You do not find it lodged in someone else’s heart, in someone else’s mind, nor someone else’s body. My darling you do not wait for the sun to come up after drowning in darkness you do not wait for him, for her. It is you and only you. You are happiness and you are love. The only way that you can acknowledge true happiness within someone else or accept someone else’s love is if you recognize yourself first. Become your first priority, love yourself, and find the sun within your heart. You will not be given the throne if you do not stand on your behalf, in awe, to retrieve it. -
Cristina Salane
September 5th I will never forget The ripeness of your cheeks which I planted traces of myself upon The persistency of your lips after I spilled my soul into the vacancy of your mind The stale touch of your words dancing upon the surface of my skin The font of which you chose mislead my dainty fear of loneliness towards a much larger novel You had already read ahead and carefully chose which chapters you would briefly skimp through Neglecting the fact that novels have depth And I have feelings Forgetting all the memories That are written in sharp, bold print across my cover I tried new titles To reconstruct my foundation I had the tendency not to realize that the rips and tears Tears and blood Breakdowns and disheveled threading that held me together was allowed to come apart I was allowed to crumble and be vulnerable Because in order to write a novel you must first have a story. -
Tatiana A. Piña
Lost Have you ever had a really bad day? A tragedy, a fallen relationship, an end to an era You find yourself lost… Where does the mind go when it’s needed most? Where did it fall? It run away the second things start to cripple, like a coward Leaving you nothing but pure emotion, and endless darkness. -
Anonymous
Laughing Laughing some more As she’s sprawled out on the floor Oh what a bore It’s a rainy day and she’s on the floor Grandma’s not coming over anymore. -
Miguel Bermo
The Voice You Heard Will You Follow Through to Defeat Your Situation “Sometimes you wonder, yet you still do… Why?” “I know (a mysterious voice answers) Do you know? Can you really answer such a question?” “I can” the voice responds abruptly. Tell me now, I seem to run in circles, I am weak and can not escape my situation. I get advice an—“Be still, peace” the voice interrupted in a demanding tone. “I am your frustration, I am the part of you that you dream to become.” What do you mean? Clarify. “I am not stronger than you, we have the same strength. I am however, wiser; gain wisdom and understanding and utilize it to escape your situation”. “How do I know I can escape, I’m not you, I’m not wise, I don’t have the control over myself…” The atmosphere grew quiet. “I
know you are not me, yet you will always stumble as long as you are in bandage, and that is fear. Think and meditate on my words. It shall change your world”. The mysterious voice leaves in a flash of light. “How weird?” questioning its own circumstance. “Right, people always want a change, yet never have the wisdom to follow through. They possess the strength, but end up mentally vulnerable, or so it seems. I’ll meditate on what the mysterious voice said.” The ghastly hollow boy went back to sleep. The atmosphere grew silent, the ghastly hollow closed its eyes and drifted into eternal thought on why it waited and lost its chance. -
Davon Young