A DESIRE
by PAULA
I’m gonna state a desire
We need to address
We’ve been building new structures
My current capacity won’t allow
So, to alleviate the costs, let’s evaluate tradition.
It was the epiphany to become more
That contributed to revenue were tangled in.
There are mandatory fees we must pay, however.
That we wouldn’t exist without.
It’s in conjunction with the consistency
We chase.
Lectures draw plans outta maintenance.
Plans that have been in the works
For ages to come.
It’s been brought to the forefront
To discuss the potential
We’re currently in the midst
Of, at least, the silent phase.
No public announcement.
No final decision has been made.
A possibility has been thought
But, we’ll evaluate the situation
When it arrives.
For now, relieve some of the pressure.
Let’s keep it inside.
TO MY GRANDMA
by PAULA
Goodbye, Grandma
your tired eyes will someday rise
Above this lonely shore
I wonder, wish, and always miss
the smiles
and, of course
I’m staying strong
I’ll get along
But I think about you now
And I can’t imagine where I’d be
without your loving vows
I try not to shed the tears
try to hold back the fears
the memories of the wasted years
But I’m coming to a close
How can I get back the times
The wasted tries and heartfelt lines.
Oh, Susana, don’t you cry for me
I remember when we’d sing
But now, I hear the choir bells ring
You’re watching over, looking down.
Can you hear me now?
Are you happy with your eternity?
The lonely days are leaving
I feel you close to me
Can you hear me, grandma?
Your girl, I’ll always be.
LET IT GO
by PAULA
Maybe I should let it all go
The cherished tears, the laughs I fake
Those glamorous smiles of yours
Were never mine to make
It’s like someone took a knife
And cut my heart out of my chest
You know what?
Scratch that.
You can’t cut something out of
somewhere it never was.
For, the life altering organ of mine
Was in the hands of the best
those strong, calloused hands
Entangled with mine
Kept me safe.
They held me near
And I pushed them away!
I was scared of what would happen
If I stayed
If I opened up again
Let someone in
And allowed my nightmares to come out and play
My past changed the way I think
My future just doesn’t seem the same
How can I move on
When my feet are rooted
To where we first kissed
On the sidewalk, in the pouring rain
I know they say if you truly love
Someone
Let them go
If they come back, keep ‘em.
If not, they were never yours in
The first place
But, it’s just so damn hard
Seeing her in your arms
And knowing
That’s where I should be
So,
I suppose,
All that’s left to do
Is sit back and wait patiently.
DREAMS
by DANIEL
Fount pens are to drawing as science fiction is to books.
Fire expresses the burning desire in his eyes to be the best.
Hate is love but love is also hate.
We tend to cast away the memories we need to appreciate.
We should take care of our dreams just like we take care
of a newborn baby. Dreams are special dreams
are grand, dreams aren’t meant to be diminished in the
sand. Dreams of success and fortune I hold dear
to my heart, and to think this is the dream
I chose from the start, to have that
special someone is all that I need to
one day eventually plant my seed. Through
the struggles through the pain this
dream is my destiny, my goal; my claim
to fame this dream is not only
important it is what I will obtain.
BEAVER ISLAND
by DANIEL
Beaver Island was originated in 1862. This island is known to be started by beavers who still rule the island. The beavers built the city as well as damns to protect it from floods and extreme weather. Beaver Island was very rural at first until 1865 when a ship crash-landed on the island. Soon after the Americans began to venture onto the island in search of food and shelter.
At first the beavers were pissed that these humans were trying to take over their island. Even though the beavers and humans didn’t see eye-to-eye they negotiated. The humans built stable towns and shacks on the island to accommodate both the beavers and the humans. Each party elected a leader. The humans elected a middle-aged man named Doug as their leader and the beavers elected Mr. Beaver as theirs.
The two leaders could not stand each other and they were always at each other’s throats. One day Doug called Mr. Beaver out and told him to meet him by his mama’s house at three o’clock. They met and fought to try to determine who was going to be the undisputed leader of Beaver Island.
The bout ended in a draw due to the fact that Doug died of rabies and Mr. Beaver died due to a stab wound. After their death the inhabitants of Beaver Island decided not to elect a new leader but that everyone was equal and that Beaver Island should remain as peaceful as possible.
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