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  • THE WORLD GOES ON

    by ISIAH

    From mutation to evolutions,
    The no thoughts and the thought of
    The world goes on.
    Due to the little change that we brought on.
    I mean who cares about the
    Panic attacks, the global warming climax
    And humanities collapse
    Because the world goes on. And
    All we did was leave a small indentation,
    A bad scar, a bad memory
    Shaping how the earth’s crust forms
    And soon we could move mountains
    And harness the power of thunderous storms.
    But that’s in the future and, even still, the world goes on.
    And don’t get me wrong, don’t get it twisted.
    We did good things too, but
    We throw them away like we didn’t even miss it.
    Because its easy to get bored easily,
    So we build new toys to give us happiness
    Let’s reminisce, no stop reminiscing
    If I did this I did that
    Because really we’re just scared of success
    No one’s scared of the future; we’re scared of the present.
    But the world goes on,
    And this is how we live it,
    This is how we see it, touch it, smell it, cuddle it,
    And still the world goes on,
    And no matter what we do,
    It will never stop turning.

  • ROCK ON!

    by PRAYYER

    Trudging to the sea,
    There is a spark on my tail,
    Let’s see what it is.

    An amplifier
    Underneath the sand and rocks
    Starting to unveil.

    I turn – 360
    Only to see Mick Jagger
    Playing his guitar.

    I asked, “Can I join?”
    He said, “Well of course, why not?
    A new band is born.”

    We started to rock
    Until there was nothing left.
    I started to drift.

    I tossed and I turned,
    Just to realize I’m in bed.
    I haven’t moved an inch.

    I look around me
    To try to sense something real.
    Nothing comes to sight.

    In the back of my mind,
    I swear I still hear his voice
    Like a fading siren.

  • I REMEMBER

    by ALYSSA

    Do you remember?
    Just a few years back,
    I was in a middle class,
    the shortest of the lot…

    Do you remember?
    When everything was maybe not simple,
    but it all made sense?
    Back when R-E-S-P-E-C-T wasn’t just a song.

    Do you remember?
    Sitting in a circle and making beats together,
    back when we were all friends AND family?
    When music is a way of life?

    Do you remember?
    Me?
    A sweet little girl, not even 13?
    A hyper tiny dreamer and her dingy alto sax?

    Do you remember?
    The music we played,
    and the songs we sang,
    dancing around our heads like Apaches?

    I…
    I am remembering…
    A time where dreams became reality,
    because we made it so.

    I am remembering
    a time when that dingy alto sax
    was equal to a bit of cash
    on the street corner, if you played well enough.

    I am remembering
    a time when there was no such thing as being “fake,”
    because labels didn’t matter
    unless it was your name.

    I..
    I don’t want to remember…
    Was I a fist-fighter?
    A rebel?

    I don’t want to remember…
    I was younger,
    my dad was abusive,
    our tears filled that fire’s hunger…

    I don’t want to remember,
    how even when I was bad,
    I was good,
    a vigilante for the weak.

    You see,
    it’s these,
    these memories,
    ghosts of the past that make us who we are.
    We learn, live, and grow.
    That was yesterday,
    but what about
    Tomorrow?

  • THE EDGE OF MY MIND

    by ALYSSA

    I’m sitting again,
    on the edge of a cold brick wall,
    somewhere between the ruins of my once peaceful mind,
    and the intellectual bounties of a world outside.
    I’m between two not-so-different places
    exchanging glances
    with scornful faces.
    You see,
    in the world that is my mind,
    a world that never sleeps,
    there’s never peace.
    There’s no war,
    but it seems the fighting may never cease.
    So from the edge of this cold brick wall,
    I rise, ready to build my mind with bounties from each of it’s sides.
    This wall has begun to warm from light shining on both sides,
    welcoming greetings, from a newer, stranger world
    of reality,
    glad to see me face it.
    As for the fighting between me, conscience, and I,
    I’m ready to end it.
    It’s time to obliterate this wall
    so that I may expand a piece OF my mind,
    to regain peace IN my mind,
    and share it
    with the world
    outside.

  • GRAY

    by DAEZY

    Does the world have a voice of it’s own?
    Or do we create it?
    Do we demand control over something far more powerful?
    Or do we just sedate it?
    The questions of a human being are always involving the word “solve.”
    We thirst for something bigger, stronger,
    As time moves on, and we evolve.
    So for those who see in black and white,
    I am your perfect shade of gray.
    Because I am not the belle of the ball,
    The trendsetter,
    Or the smart one.
    I am just your normal teen
    With a new idea
    To bring to the scene.
    I will announce it to the world.
    “I’m just a normal girl,
    But I am on a quest for difference!
    I am not afraid of change!
    So for those trapped in a world of black and white,
    DARE to be a shade of gray!”
    The world is ever-changing now,
    But we can change it for the better!
    We just have to open our hearts and minds to a new idea.
    Be different, or rather be courageous!
    I see the world in black, white, and gray.
    Because for every dark storm cloud, a white cloud.
    For every hurricane, a rainbow.
    For every hungry child, a well-fed one.
    For every depressed teen, an anti-depressant.
    The world has numerous good and bad colors.
    But gray divides them.
    Gray is neutral.
    So am I.
    So why not be prepared for gray?