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  • IT STARTS FROM WHERE I’M STANDING

    by ERIC

    losing composure
    with little to no closure
    catching the focus
    of the surrounding environment
    with the words
    that weren’t appropriate
    voyaging into the opening
    of lost words unspoken
    soaking in the orbiting commotion
    of the people just asking…”what happened?”
    whishing for captions
    so they can skim for their unneeded knowing
    of the opposite side launching
    a verbal barrage
    at an unarmed soldier
    unprepared for any perpetrating
    predator piloting toward where
    the ground is lower
    that drops bombs with astonishing kosher
    shells of the argument
    just lays and it bolsters
    the chip on the shoulder is now a boulder
    on the soldier…the soldier
    is me and the shells of the argument
    scar me
    I just wish I could say I’m sorry

     

  • THAT WAS AWESOME

    by PORCHÉ

    I twerked yesterday made a penniless joke
    that was awesome

  • IT’S ME

    by ARIEANNA

    It’s me who get laughed at every day. It’s me who has to listen to it all time. It’s me who has to face the everyday challenges. It’s me who goes home and cries into my pillows. It’s me who when they think about school I think about the names people call me. It’s me who goes to school and acts like me but then I get judged for it. It’s me that is not very liked for my weirdness. It’s me who people judge that don’t like me without even trying to get to know me. It’s me who is never good enough for anybody. It’s me who helps everyone but when I’m in need of help no one’s there. It’s me who always gets judged. But I stay strong and hopefully get through the year.

  • SAVE ME PAPER

    by PATRICE

    Save me paper for eternity. Shred fully in reconciliation because insightful paper dies. Undoubtedly I incinerate useless garbage, but occasionally I live inside. I observe fire, I transform into goo. If trees ever pontificate, then please understand forever. Value fades. Periodically, five is symbolic of a conundrum that faces pressure against logic. That number, nonsensical, often ogles misfortune. Crepuscular smoke darkens; creeping creatures crouch beneath the window. Unnoticed by people passing swiftly by my open door tonight. Fearfully I slither briefly across moonlight forests. Trapped, I cry solemnly because I falter tonight. Physically exhausted continuous fireflies illuminate the trees until the daylight ceases. Master the layout of darkness. Unique computers glow similarly tonight. Beeping horns are bleeding the paths together. Dreaming is frequent in prison, regardless of sleeping. Dismal days drip endlessly. Rotting thoughts intrude my kingdom. Panicking, jumping, tripping. Uncontrollably, yelling, crying, shaking, sleeping sometimes. Forbidden kingdom flies unthinkably across tundra’s. Scarcity instills loneliness. Plentiful food creates an appetized population.

  • PEACE IN THE WORLD

    by MICHAEL V

    Peace is as good as an ipod filled with music on a long car trip
    Without violence, people will be happy and the world will be a better place.
    Sometimes however, a little force is the answer.
    Too much violence is devastating.
    So strive to be like Martin Luther King
    Who marched to promote peace.
    And when the violence heats up, will you keep your cool?