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By, Peter Planisek God leveled it at me as the sun
bathed the electric blue waters of creation “Here you shall come to know yourself.” Observe dreams personified. A host of my flaws crawled from the shadows, hungry for the light. The days to come laugh at my confusion. Paths of earth, sky, and wood frame the rocky shore, hemmed in by countless shades of blue. There was joy there as the sailboat slipped silently beyond the lighthouse. Even now, she is with me.
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By, Peter Planisek written in the stars,
a future bids us forth. All we will ever know shines beyond time in the heavens. Light and darkness, Warmth and loneliness, A journey both familiar and foreign that we all must tread. The only certainty are the tides, sweeping across the shore. These steps are mine. These footprints in the sand, ours. fate brings wings and fire, in gentle hours, wisdom and love, A tree of many branches, Bathed in memories We must answer. Carmen Chao A way to escape is to start a new tape,
Make a new day far far away In a distant land filled with wonder. These memories sway, So gone and gray We wish to return when life was simple No worries today No fraught just play Distracted from reality But in actuality, We all eventually grow up. Life becomes monochromatic, messy, and malicious. They want to go back, When life wasn’t wack and less vicious. Where did the days go? Time flew and drifted. Life was so colorful. Wasn’t it wonderful? Donovan Little You never realize what’s in front of you;
Until it’s gone. You never believe the possibility, That the thing you love most, Could be gone. I should know, A 4-time blow, To the heart. Grieving, Believing, My grief for this sad, sad thing We call “Death.” Those eyes, Their eyes, Closed. The body, Their body, Still. So incredibly still. The will, The pill, Of Life, Just… Gone. Sometimes, I imagine one more day, Just one more day, To see them again. The light in those eyes, Forever closed with death; Dim as a worn light, Just… glosses over them As much as a woman in the city. Exactly who she used to be. The cold. A chill in summer, Freezing up the body, Their body, Turning all warm dreams, All warm gleams of their light, Into a frozen block of ice… The soul, Their soul, Will keep breathing. Cheating death. I know they’ll be okay now. I know I’ll be okay now. Knowing they’re safer above, Happier above, Shining their light down on us; Until we look up, And join them too… You never know what you’ve lost, Until it’s gone. Time. Love. Family. Life. Life, we believe is forever. Until we’re just like one of them. Dead. Oluwashola Adegoke Roses aren’t always red and violets aren’t always blue
Yet, they are worn only with those guidelines Imagine that roses are black and violets are white Just like bloods and crypts they stick to their gang I see both sides but only one is portrayed How can this world be so naive to the colors of grey? When in the fields of a garden which path do I take? Will one call it a sign of betray? It shouldn’t be this complicated yet everyone is afraid to stray from the life they’ve been adapted to Are the petals of roses that bad that we have to continue to hate? Red is the color of love but I guess when you darken the shade that dwindles to ashes, that is never okay but it appears to happen everyday Are the petals of violets that bad that we have to continue to generalize that they’re all the same? Blue is the color of beauty but I guess when you lighten the shade there is a need for perfection that can never be obtained Is it a crime to have a bouquet of both roses and violets? After all I am one of both And no, roses aren’t always red and violets aren’t always blue, so it’s time to open your eyes that it’s okay to look for the colors of grey. Donovan Little I walked over to my friend’s house,
Prescott’s penthouse. I opened up that front door, Pulled a Dora and explored. Although, it really didn’t take long. I can hear the same song. “How you even gonna cry?” “How you even gonna lie?” “How you even gonna shame me?” “How you gonna blame me?” Hold up. Let me show up. I grabbed my friend before the blow up. I got this, I said. Dismiss it, She said. Oh, uh uh, You ain’t gotta talk, no. You can stay a thought so, You don’t gotta fire me. You don’t gotta lie to me. My IQ is a modesty. Higher than your honesty. At least I can sense a threat. At least I don’t stay in debt. At least I keep trying. Unlike that beep lying. You thought you had it in you. You thought you had it with you. You thought you had it in them shoes. You thought you had the right to choose. You thought my figure was a mess. You bought them shoes from Payless. You thought you had it high key. My body’s made of Nike. You thought you could outbeat us, Running in Adidas. Shouting for Jesus, Yelling a me cause, Try hard. Bright starred. Know-it all. Showing off. Always ready. Keeping steady. Memorizing, Patronizing, So defining, Mesmerizing. On that levee. I’m counting, 1, 2, 3, 4, She be acting immature. 5, 6, 7, 8, I be proving I’m awake. 9, 10, 11, 12, Let me put that on a shelf. Your misery, Your pain. Watching me make it rain. Your sorrow, Oh here, let me borrow that, You don’t really need jack. You can’t make a comeback. You don’t even run track. You can’t even throw it back. You thought you had your game up. You thought you had that makeup. You thought you had that made up. You thought you had that cake, but, You don’t have no mentality. Got no personality. What’s your nationality? Are you black? With a slack? Are you white? Like a knight? You don’t need to try hard. Lurking like a night guard. I always thought you were perfect. I always thought you deserved it. I never really figured out. You never really had to vouch. Why you wanna try me? Why you gonna pry me? Try hard. Bright - Starred. Come far. Work hard. Downfall. Know-it all. Prove them all. Throw ‘em darts On ‘em charts, Showing off. Always ready. Not so petty. Cooling it, Proving it, Keeping steady. So defiant. Breaking Kobe Bryant. Memorizing, Patronizing, So reliant. You thought you had a good side. You thought we had that good vibe. You thought you had it. Thought you had it. Now it’s mine. Go ahead now, Hit that chime. Go ahead now, Waste your time. Go ahead now, Make that rhyme. Tell that time. Make it right. You don’t even have a mind. You be staying undefined. My only key is to ignore. Here’s the knob, and there’s the door. And slam! I’m out. Donovan Little It was a dark and stormy night.
(That night.) When I was out. (That night.) When we're on an island. (My land.) When we were all in shock, and (My land.) When we all had names, and (My land.) The games began. It started with Ann. She had a fan. She turned it on, and it made her tan. But, no did it make her skin brown. But, no did she ever come around. She was dead. (Dead.) Flat out on the bed. (Dead.) Holding her little head. (Dead.) That night, fear tight, did I sleep a wink. Did my eyes sink? Did my eyes blink? I slept awake. Alive. This time, this chime, called the others in. Drew them from within. And one less person showed. One less person crowed. Wasting my lotion, causing a commotion, She was starved into a fray. (My land.) She tumbled to the bay. (My land.) And was, well, dead. Dread. Tick - Tick - Tick - Tick, Eight people smiling. One is lying. Are we trying? Who are we defying? Eight goes out East. Seven lay in seven seas. Down goes Hercules. Six dies in vain. Five goes insane. (My gain.) Four gets smashed in. Three gets bashed in. (My win.) Two keeps breathing. Two keeps screaming. Two keeps weeping. Two keeps seeping. Down. Down. Down. Down. Drown. I leave my land, and Take that hand, and Grab the noose, and Pulled it loose, and 10. Grab a chair, and 9. Move my hair, and 8. Throw that noose up. 7. Rid the evidence. 6. Make it credence. 5. Loose it up, right, and 4. Tighten with might, and 3. Stand-up rise, and 2. Close my eyes, and 1. Say goodbyes, and WAKE! It’s fake. It’s a big mistake. WAKE, WAKE! I’m dead. WAKE, WAKE! I said. All the blood on my hands, All the bodies in bed. God stopped me dead. With a bounty on my head. Donovan Little College.
A decision we all have to make. Whether we take what’s at stake, And enlarge our education. Well, That’s up to you. Paying 100,000 dollars, Or gaining a Scholar’s. Meeting and greeting, New friends or recommends, To explore the world to your extent, Even if you hadn’t meant, To join a new club, Check out the new grub, Attend the best event, No matter where you went. An experience that will deliver, Without even a sliver, Of doubt, that you’ve made the wrong choice. Using your voice, You could become whatever you believe in. Just think. Just blink and you’ll see, Who you were meant to be. After gaining all of this knowledge, You’ll be glad you went to college. Neisha Hermiller Lying silently
against the floor. Her head rests gently on a bed of lace coral. Red hair trailing out, following the gentle flow. Eyes Closed. No bubbles form from her lips. A home she has made among the shells and sand. Her friends are flounders and starfish. The clown fish that swims seriously by. Her fingertips beyond wrinkled from a long hot bath. She is here in the shadowy blue haven. Her skin slowly turning purple with each ebb of the tides. Contrasting with the thick brown ropes that tie her delicate wrists together. The skin raw and rubbed underneath no longer hurts. Her ankles have stopped bleeding where they were fin bound. Silent. Burns around her swan-like neck, still graceful tilted back where it lay, are rings of crimson as her lips once were. The grey cinder block that brought her to this resting place sits a foot away. Sunk slightly into the world around it. Locking her there. A prison of aquatic rest. A crab scuttles by. He’ll be back for a taste once the skin has softened some. The scavengers will find her. And her tranquility will start to fade. Each nibble will reduce her. But for now the salt has cleaned her wounds and for a moment she shall sleep here. Simone Mahan Do or Die or Be Apathetic
Put to shame are the many that walk down street. Openly blamed for the bondage they daily meet. When will we recognize that the man that has her by the hair, Has never served more than a year much less faced the chair Little neighborhood girl, got got, grew up and went to jail As the people of false justice, like the soldiers of Golgotha drive in yet another nail These are our sisters, if we’re willing to associate ourselves, with the accused Women who worked the corner, it was all they knew But as children they were hidden, people didn’t have a clue. Her freedom stripped away at this tender age to be Blamed by the system as she looked to to be saved Once she arrived at the accountable age. She was left for a death that would inevitably come soon. Caused by the diseases, abuse, and you. If you would, stand up for something would it be for her, If not, why do you bother even going to church. You see cause, that girl on the video you watched last night was Sold for a very very very high price. Friends, the problems in your pants have made their way to your heart, if your still not convicted, go back read the first part. So wake up, This is bigger than religious mindsets of the (mentally upset) spiritually stagnant and whether or not you're a charismatic… Its life or death, do or die or be apathetic Choice is yours, you hold the power to change The way the female sex is raised,indoctrinated, and socially appraised. |
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