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  • SCOOBY DOOBY DOOOO!

    by ALTON

    Scooby, I don’t wanna do this.
    I used to love you but I grew up too quick.
    When I was alone you had my back.
    Your show was trash but you made up for it with your snacks.
    I was there for you when your eyes were filled with tears.
    I know it’s my fault because I left you after many years.
    But let’s reminisce about the times I had you with my lunch.
    The hard sweet texture, the graham cracker crunch.
    Those were the days, eating as your theme song played.
    But those days…those days are over. I have moved on.
    Yet your snacks are still great, yes I’m a fan.
    Because it’s no mystery with those snacks
    and that green van.

  • HOMECOMING

    by ZIV

    “You need to be more social,” my mom said. “It will help you later in life.”

    “You should go to the dance tomorrow,” dad said.

    “Why? Homecoming is a minefield for teenage emotion. One wrong step and Boom!”

    They look at me like I’m a ship in the distance at night. “You will regret not going,” said mom.

    “That’s what all my friends say,” I responded, “but who cares if I go?

    “Your friends will,” dad said.

    “My friends barely notice me anyway.”

    “That’s not true,” my mom pipes in.

    “Sadly it is.” I got up from the dinner table. “I am not going.” I went upstairs to finish my homework. I felt lost as I finished, I had no one to share my feelings with. It only got worse.

  • ODE TO A COOKIE

    by ISAAC  

    Oh chocolate oreo
    cookie encasing a minty core,
    they stocked you in the store, you know.
    Now I know what life is for.

    They kept you in a big glass jar.
    They tried to keep me far,
    but I quickly ran up,
    poured some milk in a cup.

    A cookie like caviar.

  • THE TIME CAPSULE

    by LYNAE

    This neighborhood, as it exists in 2017, is a little ghetto but we’re on the come up. Due to this gentrification of ethnic neighborhoods, the neighborhood has been given a nice renovated park and a new basketball court. The rest of the hood is still pretty eh… but the park is nice. The people there are artsy, intelligent even.

    Now let’s move on to the contents.

    Item No. 1: a photograph of DJ Khaled, arguably one of the most influential figures of 2017. You Da Best!

    Item No. 2: Tyler The Creator’s Flower Boy. It’s a classic. 2017 is nothing without it.

    Item No. 3: A fidget spinner. Now I do not completely agree with the existence of this, but it has earned its spot.

    Item No. 4: Italian bread and olive oil. It’s probably not edible for you anymore, but know it was phenomenal.

    Item No. 5: This is the most important one of all. A pair of Balmain’s. So you can be the clout god of 2117.

    Now that you have all of these items in your possession, cherish them. Change the world, kid.

  • A WORD IS…

    by BREE

    A word is written
    By people who
    Conspire with old
    Dead people’s lives,
    Even unimportant
    Foolish people.
    George Washington
    Had words to help
    Inspire America.
    Just sitting, writing,
    Kicking, screaming, shouting.
    Laughing at the fact that
    Man still has not accomplished much
    Now or even then.
    Overall, I’m trying to say
    People use their intelligence
    Quickly, it’s coming to an end.
    Risking all that was
    Said, I really like
    To talk, but
    Understand I’m almost done
    Venerating my Poem.
    When I finish, I’ll ask
    You, “Did you like my
    Zounds about a word…”

  • SHE FILLS ME WITH SUCH JOY

    by JAROD

    She fills me with such joy
    And always in my mind
    Can’t get her out of my head
    Constantly inside

    She’s cute and funny
    Her face stays in my head
    And when I think of her
    My face goes red

    When she’s in my head
    She makes me happy
    And when she’s in my head
    I never feel crappy

    When it comes to height
    She’s tall or small
    But when it comes to me
    She’s not close to all

  • HAIRCUT

    by KENY

    Each month that nostalgic time comes
    After weeks of growing, evolving and developing
    After weeks of greeting and stealing glances
    Sweet sights and envious, salty stares
    Critics attacking from every corner
    Judging with every chance they obtain
    All that work
    Just to impress once a month
    It’s hard…
    But yet again I shall salute
    The horrors of the shiny silver blade
    I’ll say my valediction…
    Farewell for now but I will rise again

  • L IS FOR LOST

    by TYLYN

    It starts with an L,
    And it’s somthin’ you get lost in…
    Leaves you all topsy-turvy.
    We humans have known it for centuries,
    Though nowadays its old news, old school.
    Usually you send it to someone

    Damn…
    I think they got away with it.
    I’m not sure I’ll get it back,
    But please…
    Help me find it.
    I’m not sure if I can reward you,
    Though you’ll have my deepest gratitude.

    It’s kinda cheap,
    but a good one can be worth everything.
    After all, I’ve fallen for this one…
    There’s a system for it, I think.
    But sometimes it’s too little, too late.
    I wish I could explain it,
    since we’ve all seen it before.

  • DESPERATION

    by TYLYN

    Anyone searchin’ for someone? A
    Body that you can hold onto, real
    Close.
    Darkness may surround you, but it’ll never
    Engulf you like they do.
    Fidgetin’ and fallin’ when you let
    Go. Oh geez.
    How can I feel so pathetic about this?
    I am only lookin’ for lone,
    Just tryna live in a damn-scary world…
    Krazy.
    Let’s… Forget about it.
    My probelms aren’t yours to hear.
    No. No, no, no.
    On TV, they’re talkin’ about the world endin’.
    Please, I wanna hold onto someone.
    Queer as it may be, you can
    Rest easy. I won’t disturb ya.
    So keep on ignorin’ me,
    Things’ll get better eventually…
    Unless the fate of this hopeless romantic
    Veers off the course and into a ditch.
    Well… I’ll hope for an
    Extra hand, a lover, another half of me, someone.
    You don’t know what it’s like, this craving.
    Zealously in-love, you two are. So I’ll keep on playin’ third wheel.

  • KEEP IN SURREAL SECRETS

    by TYLYN

    Mere moments ago,
    It seemed,
    I had been made a witness.
    ‘Twas a grand experience by the water.
    Fishing for celandine poppies
    In the bushes by a dried-up sea,
    I fell into a, for lack of better word
    A kiaugh.
    Boat hooks had latched onto my sleeve,
    I’m not really sure how.
    But when I realized it,
    The vessel was already leavin’ ripples.
    My feet planted, I called out.

    A friend heard my cry and sighed
    “Unhook yourself, fam.”
    “If I could, I would. Now HELP ME.”
    They wrapped around me and pulled.
    Together, it wasn’t long before my sleeve tore,
    And I found myself falling into them with a whirl.
    Somehow, I tasted spices.
    Warming, exciting, confusing. ‘Twas unforgettable.
    And soft too. When I looked them in their
    Eyes, they were glazed over.

    Like I said,
    I witnessed somethin’ grand.
    Somethin’ I’d never leave behind,
    Which is a first for me.
    But now,
    I have questions…
    Which leave me on my own.