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Dandelions by Alexis Gonzalez & Mr. Bubbles by Valeria Flores Carrasquillo... ...4-5
Bouquet by Jomary Ramierez & Gatito Reloj by Yadira Guerrero... ...6-7
Asystole by Jacob Reedy & Thorns by Madison Sanchez... ...8-9
Three of The Thirteen by Linda Pierce & Strangers by Savannah Wilson... ...10-11
Night by Stephanie Sharp & The Ugly Therapists Couch by Melanie Tippens... ...12-13
Remember by Alyssa Bice & In My Adolescence by Kiana Blair... ...14-15
Bestie by Solimar Cruz & Garden of Reminiscence by Lauren Cucciaro & Prey by Ariana Jerelds... ...16-17
Dancers Lament by Ava Santilli & Baby Doll’s Tea Party by Josieamer Vega Caraballo... ...18-19
Shoe Swirl by Natalie Dechiara & For All Eyes by Shania Gill... ...20-21
Impossible, right? By Gianna Hall & Seaplane by Reiss Matzinger... ...22-23
Emotions Within by Allison Spiroff & Butterflies by Julietta Diaz... ...24-25
Inside Out by Vickie Pleus & A dumb thought on a Tuesday and in case I die. by Courtney Hanks... ...26-27
Dandelions
By Alexis Gonzalez thunder. lighting.
i race between the weeds in your backyard. -the flighty thing you call love. the rooted thing i call fearchased between the flowers i cling to the petals of my innocence. sweet smelling. intoxicating.
a plethora of temptations.
an incandescent shimmering ideal placed seductively on your silver platter. picked apart by the knives and forksi bleed open for the foaming audience. heart to heart.
eye for an eye. thunder.
lightening.
you are you and i am i and all that comprises the former is something so irresponsibly mediocre i crave to know how that tastes i crave to know how it feels i crave to have the knowledge of the things i do not know -to understand the flatness of your characterthe incessant monotone buzz that oozes from your person. resting in the meadow i turn and think. why didn’t anyone warn me ? why didn’t anyone take me and shake me back to reality ?” instead i find it in the thorns of the rose bush. the rooted thing i called love the flighty thing you called fear.
“why hasn’t anyone stopped me ?
Asystole
By Jacob Reedy
Prologue: The poem is three stanzas, featuring the rhythmic pattern of a heart beating going into cardiac arrest, which is indicated by the title.
Death and Fear has always stoked me
Peculiarity
Among me
To some scary, to others fascinating
To me Death and Fear are conflicting
Death, the only reason we live
Haunting
However,
It pushes us to become more, to live Without death why would we want life?
Fear, is what keeps us from life
Haunting
However,
It keeps us from doing what we yearn, You don’t realize this until the beating Stops.
Strangers.
By Savannah Wilson
I wish I knew you, Every day I see you do your day to day, But who are you?
Are you what everyone says you to be?
Who are you deep down?
Who are you when no one is around, When no one is around to see you drown, When no one is around to judge, Are you this perfect image I perceive you to be? Strangers.
That’s all we really are. Strangers.
A word to define of not knowing, We’re all strangers.
People close to us, People far,
How much do we really know The ways I perceive, The ways you perceive...
Who are you?
Who are you when no one else is around?
When are you just you?
Do you know who you are?
Or are you wrapped up in a facade?
Do you know who you are when you are with you?
Or are you a stranger to yourself too? Strangers.
