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  • LAMP LIGHT WISH

    by PAULA

    Starlight,
    Starbright,
    Illuminate my crimson sight
    With a bough’s ecstasy
    And wicked rhapsody,
    Nothing can annihilate my night.
    Aye
    My grace shakes the phantom off
    No longer stuck in the loft of
    Self-indulgence or pity.
    But, I pity the fool who dares enter my sanctum of mind.
    I’ll embrace the times I left
    Hidden behind and shape my…
    Road ahead.
    I’m off, running towards the finish line
    Towards the…
    Infinite skies.
    Starlight,
    Starbright,
    Concentrate on my lamp light wish.
    Chill!
    Don’t feel obligated.
    You could be
    Mistaken.
    You don’t know my heart’s desires.
    Don’t call me a
    liar.
    Alas. I have met my demise.
    Yo. I never imagined him this obliged.

  • CHAMPIONS WE ARE

    by LaMONTRAI

    Get ready for Blue.
    Cheer on the mighty Devils.
    State title’s our goal.

    Football is our thing.
    Tackle hard to win the game.
    Gain yards, not lose them.

    We are Big and Tough.
    We will fight for every win.
    Each drive we will score.

    Practice makes perfect.
    On the field, we make change.
    Our enemies fall.

    We rise to the top.
    48 minutes is all it takes.
    Champions we are.

  • CRUTCH SUPPORT

    by ISIAH

    People live on a krutch which goes thud, thud, thud,
    Because we’re weak in the knees and our backs are twisted.
    That thud, thud, thud supports us as our cradle of life, it’s the
    constant protection that bounds most men from being different
    and imaginative.

    That krutch could be a heartbeat going thud, thud, thud,
    or love to another person, or fear of an unknown entity.
    But God forbid, can we journey our and create a thud, thud, thud for ourselves?
    We cant because we’re on a krutch that goes thud, thud, thud.
    That’s not my thud, thud, thud, everyone has their morals and based on that
    we have our ideals, yet we are too stuck on other’s ideals to create our own
    ideas.

    Thud, thud, thud.
    My thud, thud, thud is different,
    It’s a mixture, between the thirst for knowledge, the reason why we
    exist. How my digestive system works or how dangerous syphilis is.

    This is my thud, thud, thud.
    And now, it’s in control
    and it plans for its goals, because goals without plans are wishes.
    My thud, thud, thud, is the difference between making love and just getting kisses
    because  it always craves for more and more, and a little bit more.

    Now, just ask yourself…what is my thud, thud, thud?

  • ME

    by JACOB

    Everybody claims to be “100”
    But most times they don’t speak the truth.
    My trust is the hardest thing to gain
    but the easiest thing to lose.
    But I do know what’s truuu
    And that’s my money.
    It stays by my side,
    and never leaves me lonely.
    Smoke in the wind blowing,
    making it unclear,
    my past foggy
    but my future is near,
    Kindness is weak
    in these hard times.
    Cruelty runs the world,
    Well… at least mine.
    But I do have a downfall combining women and trust
    when I should combine them with disloyalty and lust.

    This is me.

     

  • RENDEZVOUS WITH HAPPINESS

    by ISIAH

    Glistening in the dark,
    the fragrance in the air,
    the chants of protestors as people become aware.
    Problems at their pinnacle,
    creak tremulous souls,
    which gives power to the majestic
    in hopes of enchanting mercy on those who atoned.
    To all the hate and no grace in their lives,
    in a rendezvous with happiness, completion is a chime.
    No one is the same,
    no funeral of these days.
    No Satan to these days, unless you change your ways.
    So…
    Don’t risk that bird in one hand for the two in the bush.
    For greatness is a vision but happiness is a must.