by VERMEESHA

Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit
It’s only lit when people are lit
Lit on the groin of that prick
Lit while eating a chicken leg
and watching them sports
Lit if you’re doing that flim-flam
Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit

by NIAYA

It was the best of days—
my best friend, iPhone 6 & I
Cadillac crusin’ around the neighborhood
gold rims & purple paint job bouncing
to the hydraulics as the stereo played
these sick beats of music, “They see me rollin’.”
Throwing money out the window to those mainstreams.
Girls hanging out the window of my amazing diamond encrusted
car with the nicest booty, making everyone jealous. My best friend,
my dope ass music, the hottest car with the illest rims. I was the best pimp
of the century. Until the stupid police man pulled me over for “driving dirty.”

by PRECIOSA

My best friend and I are some savages.
We got swagger & some dogs united.
We don’t deal with bougie.
We love money, gold chains & sushi.

by VERMEESHA

Everyone has always told you, “Look both ways before crossing the street, honey. You might get hurt if you don’t!” Well, they’re all liars. They’re just trying to waste your time. Instead of looking both ways, why can’t you just…walk. The ground is everyone’s home. Not just a home to a few stupid cars.

Those cars should watch out for you. Not the other way around. You’re doing your exercise. You’re being a responsible citizen. They are not. All they ever do is sit in those huge ugly cars that waste our fresh air, nice oil, and people’s tolerance for actually being healthy.

If not looking both ways gets you hit by a car, so be it. Then there is one less car on the street. Think about it. If you’re hurt by one of those ugly, heavy machines, you can hurt the car, too! Smash that windshield with your butt. Break a turning light with your head. Maybe even break the side mirror with your feet. Then, the driver can’t drive that car anymore. If everyone did this, no one would want to keep driving. Problem solved.

by ERIC

I go through the dark space
and reach for your hands.
The warmth of your heart
is my map, located in the middle
of the city. Going in multiple
directions, just to meet you.
The perfect woman. My lover.

by VERMEESHA

*A Meeting on Earth*

“We need to figure out a way to end this before the entire human-race is destroyed by these…by these…things,” said General Kaye.

“Remind me what these ‘thing’ are again, General. You know I’m a bit slower than everyone else,” replied the President.

“These things, these evil, disruptive, ugly little things are martians from Pluto. They’re EVERYWHERE!, Mr. President. And we need to do something about these little orange-shaped creatures. I can’t STAND THOSE THINGS.”

“General, take a chill pill. Woah, man. These little dudes have really gotten into your head, huh?”

“Can we have a civilized conversation now?” said the irrelevant intern.

“They took her. They really took my baby. She was my cutie pie, my teddy bear, my wife. My baby. And they stole her from me,” cried the General.

“Man, get yourself together! Crying and sobbing in front of everyone. We’ve all lost things, get over it. Jesus Christ.”

 

*A Meeting on Pluto*

“Oh my god, I’m soooo happy we’re finally getting revenge on those little ‘humans.’”

“But they don’t even know why we’re fighting them. It’s pointless.”

“They should know. They’re the ones who took away our freedom. They’re the ones who put us in that box with that stupid solar system. They deserve this.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

 

*A Meeting on Earth*

“We’re the last four left, guys,” said Joe.

“We need to figure out a way to reverse this. Those orange aliens are still here looking for us. They’re not going to give up anytime soon,” Bryin replied.

“I wish I had a time machine. We could just go back and give aliens what they want,” Johnny said sadly.

“Dude,” said Bryin.

“What?!” replied Johnny.

“BUILD ONE!!”

by TYRE

Tyre Z. Palmer (1999-2017) was a game designer, peacemaker, and billionaire artist who changed many lives. When he was young he realized that people are stupid and need help. So he devoted his life to calling people out on their ignorance. But after finding out that they are all hopeless, he gave up on the human race and adopted a husky, bulldog and pug. They lived in a treehouse for four years until he decided to go back to civilization. Once he got back to civilization he died from a tumor that developed from listening to the stupidity of the human race. He left behind his dogs, a hoodie and a bag.

by MAE

This is an explanation of a child
young and stuffed in an apartment
complete with a stove and four walls
of his bedroom each painted to represent
his mood.

This is an explanation of a child
young and stuffed in an apartment
down a little lit street.

This is an explanation of a child
walking out the door, stepping
into summer, wet foot on leaves,
wet foot on sticks, wet foot
on yesterday.

This is an exploration of his brain.
Scratch his skull and scrape his brain
for the very matter that is new—
that is clean, untouched, undone.

Please.