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Real
~Laila Moore
Dark moments spark moments
when we can learn to change our perspective.
Our generation is so obsessed with attention
we don’t get it; now we’re defensive.
Keep it in, tell yourself we have it all together.
Show a smile, when we are really withstanding all this pressure. Yes, we are hurt.
See these scars underneath our long sleeve t-shirts, But you don’t know,
You can’t see.
Make one small joke; that still gets to me.
I remember it all,
You’re such a blonde, built like a wall
But I laugh, act like I don’t care
When I see myself, now I just compare
To him, to her, to me, to you,
She is prettier, these comments make me think its true
Mentally, emotionally, physically drained.
My mind won’t shut up, I think I’m going insane.
Noone knows, so why should I expect them to care? Even if they did, why should they manage my psychological warfare?
Say nothing, so then I can’t be called weak.
Don’t want to get told I’m faking it,
So I sit back and don’t speak.
I’m tired, of no love, but all of this hate.
All I think about is ending it, thinking it's my fate.
But today that’s going to change,
I’m going to start to rearrange,
How I think, how I feel.
Get out of the . . . cycle, stick to something real
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Elisabeth Pearson
Not quite; Very nearly
That is the definition of “almost”
It’s quite sad really:
They almost loved you
They almost lived
They almost…
Almost
Almost
Almost
It’s controlling.
It’s a constant reminder of your failure—
You almost did it
You were almost happy
You were almost good enough
It haunts you.
And as much as we hate to admit it,
Your “almost” will never be good enough.
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If the Roads Were Pink
~Zia Gulson
What if the roads were pink
not grey or black
or sparkly cement
what if
sidewalks were magenta
police sirens danced in lively shades of yellow and green
street lamps periwinkle shining serene
sunny shades so bright
they shone day or night
what if the roads were pink
would the world seem less gray?
or stay
the exact same?
maybe
colors not matter if that color paints a thing
made to abuse innocence
and feed the kings
maybe
a color coating something
causing sadness
famine
oppression and aggression
money misspent
violence
destruction
silence
is not a color worth painting.
If one is crying we do not question the sincerity of their sorrow by identifying the shade of their tears.
All we see are droplets streaming and the poor person seeking
for a source to lend aid as they dry the rivers run by the damns bursted and broken by those who live not among us
but above us
in glistening towers
built with bricks of stolen coin
stolen land
stolen souls
stolen tears
tears
blue or grey or white or purple
or pink
still stolen
still tears
still the building blocks of the beast
but let me ask you
if the beast was not metallic
chrome
grey
plastic
copper
steel
smog
or red
white
and blue
if the beast was
pink,
would that really
help you?
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Brain
~TRINITEE HODGE
Perplexed by
the way the mind works
That everyone has
the same functions
but yet some don’t work
It controls what you do
Even if you want to fly like an eagle
The hunter shoots you down
Ouch
It's quick to switch lanes
Driverless because the brain you have has a mind of its own that is intertwined within
Finally gets some interaction so you
Try to come up with words but it doesn’t work maybe it’s on break
30 minutes later brains back and comes up with a response
Stupid brain you had one job but now its to late
People after people they pass but in clusters and you’re sitting there analyzing
is me
nope it's my brain
the one I’m supposed to have control of but loneliness calls
Shame, secluded, and sadness, create splotches of water from my eyes on my pillow, and if water never dried the world would run out of pillows
I don’t know what to do
I want to do one thing but my mouth says another
And my brain
what does it do
nothing
Well I guess it helps control body function
Which is good
I guess
on some days
So possessive almost abusive
Physically there are no bruises but there are years of pain
Manipulating me to believe that it’s good to be alone without realizing that you’ve been alone for a while now
The fear of missing out is no longer a fear to me my brain has turned it into reality
Now let's spin back to that mouth the one that can get you in trouble but mine doesn’t say a peep, a chirp, a growl, a roar
Yet I want to say is
I love you
Shut up
I miss you
Notice me
I don’t want to do that
Please stop
I’m saying this to you
Why can’t anyone hear me
Oh it’s in my brain
The Choice
~Gabe Klinkhammer
I had to make a choice that day
A choice to fight or stay away
A decision to act cowardly or bravely may
Impact my life in a kind of way
Turn it upside down you may say
So what I did was pray and pray
For everything to be okay
Because I knew what was coming was worse than the display
Of power through force through our airway
That shouted the coming of doomsday
The streets were pounding in Norway
With soldiers beating through the pathway
My brain screamed fly away fly away
But my whole heart and soul said stay stay stay
The choice was either lie or die
I said to myself as I started to cry
And with that thought I closed my eyes
And replayed an image that previously I had tried
To forget the evil I saw while I spied
My lovely old neighbor squashed like a fly
A group of Nazi’s who gave more than a blackeye
I let out a mourning sigh
The most terrible thing
Was that the blonde haired guy
Was her own son who I remembered had loved to sing
And now he was the one giving a swing
His own mother I sobbed and cried
Oh why oh why
And now coming for me they were
Because I would not would not concur
Those evil ideas that caused so much hurt
I don't care I will not divert
Till they take me away and I see the light
So bright so bright
I would be myself, not change in the slight
I would fight, I would fight, I would fight in the night
Till the morning when the sun bathed me in white
Because my soul’s might
Will make me soar into flight
And if I die despite
Well that's quite alright
Because I’d have been me
Just me
In all my right
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My Sonnet 18
~LILLIAN DUDZIENSKI
In the style of Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18”
Shall I compare you to a winter’s storm?
You are more dreary and more depressed.
Harsh gusts do shake the last bit of warm,
And seasonal sadness causes all too much stress.
Sometimes too bleak the life of anything shines,
And often is his bright sunshine dimmed;
And every petal from each flower declines,
By chance, or nature’s inevitable changing season;
But your eternal glimmer shall not die,
Nor lose the happiness of that smile you own,
Nor shall depression brag you thrive in his lies,
When in affirmations to self you moan.
So long as we can smile, and be less blue,
So long blooms this, and this gives hope to you
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Motivation Through High School
~Briley Kline
High school what an interesting time
From being a lower-class man to a senior now that's a grind
Make a name for myself Briley Kline
All of us are destined for greatness we destined to shine
Just gotta put in that time and apply your mind
Put the world in your hands and say it's mine
Break the barriers don't be afraid to cross the line
If you’re stuck in place then let this be a sign
People say it's about the journey, not the destination
But the endgame in high school is graduation
4 years and I'm here gotta small sensation
Took all that anger and all that frustration
Used it to get to the end so I sat back in relaxation
The legacy you and I built is our creation
Take all that negative energy and put it in a cremation
All of us are young dumb kids so go explore this free nation
Focus on the present and never look at the past
Class of 22 all my seniors are the main cast
Used that motivation to complete this long task
Some dropped out and said they wouldn't last
But for the people that all knew they would pass
We represent that diploma like it's a sash
Good amount working jobs obtaining that cash
We burnt out but still put our foot on the gas
Give everyone love no need for disrespect
On the outside fine but the inside could be a wreck
Even if you feel like you are a mess
Time is a virtue it will be fine you just have to accept
The gift is in time you truly are blessed
Go out of your comfort zone embrace the new depth
Life is a rocky road and with each step
Appreciate the things you have like your breath
Don't be afraid to go soul-searching
It helps you if you're lost to find your purpose
Your life is precious gotta know you’re worth it
We all make mistakes none of us are perfect
Some aren't even the same behind the curtain
But be yourself and be that same person
If the wave you riding feels like it is merging
Be the one that says Yeah I’ll go surf it
Individually we are small but can make a big change
Helping others out when they are stuck in the rain