Marin Racine help me wesley

[help me wesley]

Marin Racine

[A label on a sticky note]

Cerenitee peraza

When you arrived, a feeling formed, but it was so sudden I had no time to react. Rather it was like a train racing towards me, distinct and overt. Though I saw in plain sight this train barreled towards me I couldn’t help but stare, standing as still as a statue on the rusted metal rails beneath me. Awaiting the inevitable, my fate approaching ever closer, the change without a clear outcome. If I take a step back and adjust my perspective I realize at times you make me flustered, excited, and even happy, though most times, you cause confusion and anxiety. Maybe that’s because our “label” is on a sticky note. The adhesive is unreliable and delicate, the more it is tampered with, the higher probability it will unstick and disappear into the vast world. When the wind carries it away, no evidence of its existence will be left behind. No memories or gifts from our past, it will simply be nothing. You’re inconsistent, causing my straightforward feelings to knot and tangle like thin thread. I occasionally try to rationalize your actions but the outcome remains the same. Running headfirst into this wall of confusion, after thudding into the wall I ponder why the hell I still do this, all while blood as red as a carnelian stone drips from my head. As you see the hurt and evidence of your self-contradiction you attempt to mask the obvious, acting oblivious to the mess you’ve orchestrated. It’s a game, but I did not choose to play. So explain the rules or just declare victory, because this game is not one I intend on playing for much longer.

[Brighter]

Your soul is a fire Glowing brighter Than any star in the sky Of all the hearts you inspire You’ve captured mine in its entirety E

[Fuzzy Woolen Sweaters]

Eli T

I started with Buttons. Brown, red, green. Smooth, marbling seeds. I watched them roll through my palm, And into the earth, piled into the little mound.

Next came the rain. As it poured, it gushed, it sloshed, it rushedDown, riding the stretching wind, Swirling into the threading seeds, Singing of the sky’s great blue, and the sun’s swirling red.

I remember the gorgeous green sprouts, Freckled with sparkling blues, and fiery reds, Spreading, and shifting like fresh watercolor. Breathing in the wind.

Then, day by day, week by week, Shooting, weaving vines up the soft bark, Hanging forward, feeling the sun as it baked, With twisting roots, and burling, woolen branches, I saw bloom! My hopes danced with the luscious lilacs and shimmering scarlet. Popping from the threaded branches, The painted leaves of this great tree, Ribbon petals smiled to me, As I looked up to this great woolen tree.

Last— The Harvest.

Bright Bulbs hang down, Swaying from the flower’s end, Glowing with kind hope. Picked at perfection. When I peel off the skin, I feel its soft fabric. I see its warm scarlet pop. I have: A Fuzzy Woolen Sweater.

[Pollution Dissolves Me]

Erin Moriarty

I was beautiful. Invincible, but still weak. Imperfect, but yet perfect. Impossible, but yet here.

Clean beaches, never ending coast, coral and currents. Roads smooth, roundabouts perfect. Trees and hills pristine, plums and pears, peonies too. Animals roaming, roaring with every breath. Fresh air, free and fulfilled. Gleaming water, glistening in the sun, glowing with might.

Now my beaches are littered, light reflects off lingering garbage. My roads, torn, left in tatters. My trees, little, lining up and losing life. Animals, choking, cables catch, cars smash. Air, darkening, drenched with dirty smoke. Water, cloudy, clear as a concrete car. I was young, spry. Now I’m dying and old. I could be revived, rescued. I could live, could love, could laugh once more.

If only things could change, if only certain things took place. If only people could find a bin, if only trash was treasure. If only trash could show more meaning, if only more objects were reused. If only more clean ups were possible,

If only people saw what I see, if only people could take a step. Just 1 small step, in the right direction.

If only is all I can say, if only is all I can wish. I have tried and tried, as have others. But we need more, we need millions.

I am but a planet, and can only watch, wait, wring out my tears.

So help me. Change me back, bring me to life. For I am dying, and I am your last hope.

[You]

Halo Amberlynn

Somehow now it’s worse Somehow it’s so much harder to be away from you After I’ve seen you right in front of me, After I’ve felt your skin, hugged you tight, and kissed your lips Now I have more to miss Now I miss the soft scent of your cologne, like wood-wicked candles, and spices, lingering on my clothing after I’m with you Now I miss the way you rub my hand softly with your thumb, when our hands are clasped together The way you smile and stare at me when I speak, that goofy straight-toothed grin, with those smile lines that enhance your soft, warm, cheeks The way you freak out excitedly when we say the same thing, at the same time The way you clutch onto me tightly in the cold, laughing at our rosy pink noses I miss the way you chuckle at my stupid jokes I miss you more each time you go So stay with me.

I stared at you. Closely. I noticed every bump in your nose The tired, oval shape of your eyes Your torn up fingernails embedded in your crooked fingers Soft smile lines outlining your mouth Even softer lips with the silver ring pierced through the bottom Every freckle Every blemish Everything. I adore you. You’re perfect.

[Sleep]

I. M. Brown

Most nights I lie awake hoping that tomorrow won’t arrive, hoping that the night would last forever Some mornings I want to go back to sleep and sleep forever, not because I want to die but for the same reason I wish the night would never end; I don’t want to have to deal with a very close friend of mine named depression, and depression here decided that besides losing friends I also need trust issues and the constant fear that I’m going to die alone because of the worry that my friends are going to stab me in the back and decide that I was not good enough for them or that I’m annoying or I’m too which way and that. And even after dealing with that all day, it still won’t go away and still follows me when I try to sleep and have a good night

I don’t know how else to end this so thank you. Thank you for letting me tell you, this is why I don’t sleep at night.

[Crying]

Ian Lafontaine

you can’t tell that i’m crying, my words can’t fill the air i can’t cry salt and water, drops of dust upon the chair.

reaching out to touch you but you slip through my fingers whispering formless words, whose breath can’t drift between the lines.

wrapped in the darkness silent ships upon a bend no words befall our lips, the little life we had to spend.

trapped behind a moon-scathed mirror, entwined between two rooms the bitter leaves of longing, taste like snowy afternoons

where you stirred a pot of pea soup, somehow picking out a bone humming strange songs, by a sleeping telephone.

kettle boiling over, after you’ve slipped into sleep away in peaceful dreams, ‘cause you can’t hear my ghostly weep.

life feels like a dream,

as a wayward ghost alone wandering through the world, until i finally find a home.

all i want’s to say hello, as i never said goodbye but we will say hello, where the moon climbs up the sky.

i could bring you death tomorrow, but there’s no sense fighting time this moment together, is forever sublime.

[X-Katana Mecha-Zoom]

Isaac Hamann

Whoosh! Something flies in Woah! The people awe You! The enemy yells Hello! You say cocky You will fall! He shouts Zoom! His blade swings Bam! Your shield blocks Kaboom! Your blaster goes Boom! The enemy is hit Woo! The people cheer Grrrr! The enemy growls

Vroom! His engines start Swoosh! His mech goes VVVV! The blade charges up Woosh! You swing your shield Crack! Your shield breaks Crack! The enemies core is revealed

Hmm! You smile with an idea Boom! Your blaster goes Boom! The enemy is hit Swoosh! Your blade goes Crack! The enemy core goes Nooo! The enemy screams Bam! You punch the enemy in the air Boom! The mech explodes Woo! The people cheer Hmm! You smile, you’re a hero

[untitled.]

isabel

i would dump it.

the great complicator

remnant forever.

drew her on. like

crumbling infrastructure.

passionate say.

the trees

[Make Me a Cherry Blossom Tree]

Jaila

Lay me to rest in silk and cotton, Fibers that will rot with me. I want my body to become one with the world That kept it protected for so long.

I told my mother To bury me in a box that would break I want to be allowed to seep into the soil as all living things should, Keep the chemicals out of my skin Let me go naturally.

I ask her to keep the funeral quick, But let my father read to me and tuck me into my final bed, And allow herself comfort in knowing Her youngest feels at home in the soil. Nothing can hurt me here, No matter how hard they try.

I want to breathe life into the world again, Put cherry blossom seeds into my mouth, Allow me to grow old, Give me a chance to see the light once again.

I’d be young again, A sprout my family could take care of, A sapling my little cousins could watch evolve, A tree that invites life to dance around it,

May the birds land on the tree I grew from the cracks in my jaw, The calcium left in my bones, The happiness I left behind. May the birds make nests on my branches to hold their babies, Feed off the cherries that fall in the wind, Take their first flight off the limb I grew from my death. May I be dressed in pink every spring like always. May life continue to happen all around my body, Picnics held in the shade I cast down, Proposals made under the falling petals, First kisses in summertime at dusk. May life bloom from the pieces left of me, Even if I am unable to participate.

[The Depth of Eye Contact]

K. Nickel

You said it so well And it resonated in my mind The ripple made a noise loud enough for me to find it miles away In a pond underground where it wouldn’t be called such other than dirt Or known at all It had dug itself a hole Where it could suppress the problems it had made for itself and pretend that everything is fine It’s fine

therefore feel nothing at all because if it couldn’t feel what’s prominently real then it couldn’t feel what is else Known by a mask Numbed by the effort it took to hide its own ideals As so many others did Before there was known how to deal with what isn’t supposed to be real But it’s real

But aside It’s back now After hours of digging I’ve had my mind back And I’m not sure what to think yet But my skull isn’t empty anymore And I have a headache for how fast my thoughts are running and my feelings are breathing and

my hands are thinking and it’s so much feeling I don’t know how to do with it It’s so much more than what it was So much more than what I was To say the least. You’ve given my mind back to me and it’s provided space to be all of who I am It feels so much like

Oh. I don’t know Oh I don’t know I don’t have any words To try for a language I’ll start To try for a language To express my needs I’ll start

Please listen To me