shoe

On February 7, 2016
a poem by [tre’yonna]

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This goes for you.
If you touch my shoe,
you’ll be my boo.
Ew, you just a foo.
That’s very coo.
Let’s eat some beef stew.
Just touch my shoe.
It’s a clue.
Be the glue.
Be my boo.
Touch my shoe.

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paper-thin

On February 7, 2016
a poem by [kikkoe]

We should have know from the start
you were gonna shatter my heart
because you were late on every date,
and now I know you were with your other mate.

I gave you the key to the lock of my heart.
You never opened it.
You kept it as a token.

You crushed my heart, paper-thin.
I needn’t fall in love again.

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dream day

On February 7, 2016
a story by [jada]

The alarm clock goes off. Huh? Time for school! All of a sudden, my mom says there is a 2-hour delay. Yes! Go back to sleep. Beep beep beep. My alarm clock goes off. Time to get dressed. Nice hot carmel-flavored coffee. Yum!

At school, they finally have good pancakes. My friend walks up to me and says, “Your hair looks nice today.” Thanks. First period, the teacher says “Instead of doing science, we’re going swimming.” What?! This is crazy—we have a swimming pool now? We swim, and it’s fifth period already. This day is great.

But I am tired all of a sudden. I feel dizzy. Help help hellllppppppp.

It was just a dream. Aw man. I thought it was real. That day was amazing. Boom boom thump thump. What was that? Time to get up. I literally just fell down the stairs. It is 9 a.m. Are you serious? I missed the bus. Well, I couldn’t go to school anyway because my leg hurts. Oh no. How am I supposed to get back up the stairs? How will the rest of my day go?

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seeds

On February 7, 2016
a poem by [jessie]

He came into my life
one blessed day.
My heart danced and my soul twirled,
even the sun came out to play.

He grew within me,
and we promised to never be apart.
We were locked together like glue,
but I realized that it wasn’t true.

What shall I do?
The wind took him away.
My heart was flooded from the non-stop rain,
left alone like a stray dog.

I found a new life form
in a place called loneliness.

My life is blue,
but who is here to blame?

Life is never fair,
unless you live high in the air.
You will live happy, and that is rare.

It’s hard.
It’s tough.
My soul has been scarred.
I know it’s been enough.

But there was more and more.
I have lived so long—not in years,
but in wounds and pain.

I swear it’s a crime,
’cause if you can just understand my pain,
you will see a real hurricane inside me
that can blow away every sin.

And for me, I wish I had Alzheimer’s Disease
to kill all your loving seeds
within me. And hang my heart
on the highest tree. So no one can reach it.
So my soul can be free.

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grandma

On February 7, 2016
a story by [jada]

I really don’t know what to write. I am a complicated person. Thinking. Why hasn’t my light bulb popped on yet? Sally, how was your day? It was fine…Nope. I don’t like that this is really hard. Cookies and milk, that sounds good right now. Really? Are you serious? Stay on track.

Jada was weird today. We had to get checked today, which was weird. Why would they do anything that early in the morning when people are tired and hungry. Beep beep. Again. Why is my alarm going off again? Why am I off track reading out loud? This story is so crazy. Do do la la. So bored, but feeling creative. OK it’s time to stop.

Have I called my grandma yet?

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kissing the unseeable

On December 12, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

I find it strange when I’m
Around you
I feel scared yet calm
And I want you to kiss the
Unseeable
I want you to kiss my fear
To kiss my pain
I want you to kiss away all that
I don’t hold dear
I don’t want you to see past my
Demons
I want you to waltz and sing with them
I hope you kiss them, knowing
They are me
They are my unseeables
So will you kiss them
Will you kiss me
Will you kiss the unseeables?

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happiness

On December 9, 2015
a poem by [eunique]

something left
her. it slipped,
swam away
to someone who deserved it.

it used to drip from her
fingertips, leave
water-burns on her toes.
it made the birth

of a galaxy appear
in her eyes. it clung
to her like a shadow
to her demons.

the yells shook her
home, cracked the walls
of her mind, vaporized
her spine, her fingers

her heart, her happiness.

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dark night

On December 9, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

It snows, but it is black
It rains, but it is red.
What is this?
Night stays eternal.
Dark and sorrowful.
Life seems to end.
Death seems to stay.
Our nightmares come to life.
They devour our hopes and dreams.
Fear lies eternal.
Now screams fill the dark night.

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the cries of pain

On December 9, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

To say the dark consumes is true.
The hearts of many shatter.
In the dark you cry.
Death approaches with his scythe.
The light has died, so shall thy.

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sometimes on mondays

On December 9, 2015
a poem by [hailey]

1.
You see the best in me
He sees the rest in me
You tell me we’re fine
But I know you’re lying

2.
I rather keep it personal
I rather you see
Just know it won’t be easy

3.
They say don’t flirt
Because she’ll hurt
When she hurts you feel bad
I guess that’s all she ever had

4.
You can fall from a building
You can fall from a tree
But it’s better when
You’re falling for me

5.
When I start to look
A tear comes down my face
By remembering this special place
A smile comes on my face
With grace in this happy place

6.
We all show love different ways
But not the same days
Sometimes on Mondays
Sometimes everyday
But we all love in different ways

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