Spring 2022
I Love You - Madison Bateman
I remember the first day I saw you,
Dressed in no blue,
But that didn’t matter
Because I knew,
I was going to fall in love with you.
You have fluffy brown hair and big brown eyes,
And every time I look at you,
I get butterflies,
Having you in my life is not a burden,
But I know for certain,
That you were supposed to come into my life.
Before I met you, I was dressed in blue,
And did not know how much more I could do.
At this point in my life there was breaking
And people started to turn into faking,
And then I started to slip.
But I met you.
But I met you.
But I met you.
I kept thinking “ I'm too much for someone take on,”
But when you came along,
You didn't care about my size.
You loved me because I was so wise.
As you saw people tear me down,
You could always turn my mood around.
You saw the light in me,
And you see,
Who I am meant to be.
When meeting you I was scared
But I realized we made the perfect pair.
I changed.
I was happier.
I was chattier.
I was relaxed.
And I have had no urge to relapse.
And by meeting you,
I knew,
I was going to love you
From the first time I met you.
Air and Fire - Audrey Bratcher
Air and Fire can work well together
They can also cause great destruction.
and work against each other
As well as rain chaos.
We are like air
You are like fire.
Once friends
Now enemies.
We cause destruction when together
Will it ever be like the old days Of peace?
There won’t be any peace because
You’re the reason for the bloodshed
of our brothers and sisters
You’re the reason
why the humans hate and fear us
We were among them
Until you got caught up in the power
And spread like a wildfire
Like the wind we tried to stop you
Instead we made you grow ever more evil
You’re the reason why the land
is like a battlefield
Scared forever by you
You’re the reason why you will forever
Be shunned and
thrown into darkness
We tried to help you
We tried to bring peace
Officer JJ and Officer Painter - Audrey Bratcher
We may not have ever met
But it feels like I have.
I wish it didn’t have to turn out this way,
I wish you two could have lived a long life
But I know you two
won’t have it any other way
You two just didn’t do your jobs
You made it a mission
To know the students
You two did what you need to do
And you did it good
You two will always be remembered
I pray that we can continue what you two started
I pray that this won’t happen again
I pray that this poem will honor you two
And will help us remember your great sacrifice
You - Audrey Bratcher
You are my muse
You make me want to write
If I can sing, I will sing
For you
If I can dance, I will dance
For you
You make me want to try new things
To show the world how you affect me
If I could, I would lasso the moon
For you
If I had time, I would tell the whole world
About you
You make my day brighter
My face blush
My heart bigger
My mind softer
I love you
Till the end of time
To my love & To my Lord
Anxiety - Laura Brown
Anxiety
Heavy
No, no, no: dense
Dense, hovering, dominating thoughts that never cease or stop
Schoo-
Paren-
Wor-
Mone-
Frien-
Never one thin-
Never a complete though-
Need to be one step ahea-
Stop, stop, STOP
Why can’t it just be one thing at a time?
One thing that suppresses my happiness and asks my tears to come out to play
Test OR rent and insurance due on Friday—the worse day of the week, the universal day
assigned for everything to be due, paid, and turned in
Weekly mental breakdown OR friends mad at me for being the wrong type of clown—an idiot,
and not a master juggler of all things in my life
Why can’t everything just stop?
Why would college be like it is in the movies I watched on repeat while having a “Graduation
Countdown!!!” saved in my notes since the second day of freshman year?
How could I forget that this idea of the “college experience” is just mockery to those of lesser
status whose biggest worry is if their outfit encompasses the party theme while also being just
slutty enough?
Why can’t I just cover up my worries and stressors with makeup, drinking, and hanging with
friends?
Why can’t I seem to ignore this dark cloud that cascades down on my future whenever I take a
break from making my mind bleed with laws, theories, medical practices, and any other useless
shit I learn in class that will never be touched on in a clinical setting?
Why is it that I am never able to slow down, breathe, and just
stop
A Return to Normalcy - Diante Dawson
my eyes are dry
though my throat is raw
you saw potential in me
i can’t keep growing at this rate
don’t worry about the heart breaking
it happens here and again
just kiss me while we’re here
only a couple days till you disappear, again
and i can’t help but stare at a picture of you
maybe we can go back to the way we were
but there is no way we were
just you sitting there and me thinking
and i guess you could say
let’s try this another way
but you wouldn’t bother
you’ll have yourself
and i’ll be here
Black Boys Bleed, Too - Diante Dawson
I planted seeds along my veins and let the birds pick at my skin. I was hoping they would find oil
and rust, but to my amazement: black boys bleed, too. And how was there never anyone around
to tell me?
Because we’re not only bleeding now but bleeding out- in the middle of a world that cares so
little- and that’s what scares me. The black people the badges are so afraid of haven’t given them
a reason to be scared. But the rest of us will. We will find beauty in our skin and make sure our
voices are so loud it hurts and destroy the thrones they put themselves in, even though we built
them.
Black boys and girls are beautiful. We are not thugs. The flowers planted along our veins have
finally begun to grow and now the future is blossoming before us. In our future, we will no
longer have hooves treading upon our turf, our necks. In our future, we will be able to shout, to
sing, to cry- and to breathe.
In our future, black people will be sitting on a throne of their own and we will finally be free.
Dear John Doe - Diante Dawson
your voice cracks. your eyes, they water. you’re not the person you wanted to be.
dry skin, pale face, crooked smile, crooked-er heart. your mother raised you well, yet you think
like that.
calloused hands, cold feet, scars from what seems like just a day ago. these come with an odd
habit of forcing yourself to be on top though you weren’t made that way.
these are the finer details- the minor details- the designer details- that make you what you have
become.
they slip into your bloodstream and trickle out of the festering wound you call anonymity. it’s of
no use to anyone.
Just a Ghost Story - Diante Dawson
i can see you staring
you were never quiet before
i miss you so much already
i can’t stand this you
hollowed-out eyes & hideous grin & soul begging for something & something i don’t care to
think about
the ghost of my own making, doing its own haunting
i’m a cemetery walking
i think i need to stop staring
So Hot It Burns - Diante Dawson
(Spring 2022 S. Gordden Link Poetry Contest Winner)
i’m a shooting star rapidly fired from god’s omnipotent fingers bound to crash headfirst into the
ones i love most
make your wish upon me, carve it deep into my skin- the galaxy remnants flowing through my
veins will make sure your midnight wishes are heard and debatably answered
i may have never asked for this but if this is the me that is considered the cosmic first of the
twenty-first century
who am i to deprive the world of it?
(i never could be too selfish)
so take my celestial body and make it something new, something worth giving- give me
something worth living for
and i’ll be your new favorite constellation,
mere inches from your fingertips
Selene, The Moon Goddess - Kacey Graff
She watches over us
Selene
Her chariot chases Helios
Beautiful
Her billowing cloak
Protects us all
Crescent, the bull
You cry
Endymion has left you
Your tears
Become our stars
Selene holds the torch,
No one shall fall to his schemes
She watches over us
Her chariot chases Helios
Holes - Will Gross
I thought that I was a colander
And you were the toothpicks
Filling in the pinpricks
Filling in the gaps
I thought I was an unfinished painting
And you were the colors that I lacked
I thought I was in need of rescuing
And you were the fire department
I will not let you leave me full of holes
I will take down your photos
Off of my walls
And fill them with memories
That will surpass the ones we made
I will let the colander drain
I will cry out what needs to be released
And I will live a life
So fulfilled
So full of love
So full of joy
That it will leave you wishing you’d spent that life with me.
I will not let you leave me full of holes.
I was never incomplete to begin with.
Let Me Keep My Music - Will Gross
There will be a time for love songs
But it is not today.
I will bury them in my library
I will stow them away.
They will reside at the bottom
With your shirts and your things.
Buried beneath the photos
And the memories that sting.
There will be time for Ed Sheeran
There will be time for the Plain White T’s.
There will be time for Frankie Valli
There will be a time for all of these.
But I will not let you take Lovejoy
Or Los Campesinos or Remi.
I will not let you take what has comforted me
While you left me unloved and unsteady.
You can take the memories
You can take the dreams.
You can take my necklace
And whatever it means.
You can keep my letters
And the “I love you”s that I’d send.
But let me keep my music
And perhaps we’ll find our end.
The Muse - Will Gross
I wonder if you ever think
About how we could’ve been history
In another age, in another life
You and I
Would’ve been poetry
Drama
Prose
Your soul in every word I wrote
The curves of your body etched into marble and stone
Millions of brushstrokes upon a canvas
Just to capture the essence of your eyes
In another life
You could’ve been my muse
And I, the artist
Hopelessly in love
With what I cannot have
And somehow I know
That despite how you would mistreat me
Whether that be by hand
By word
Or both
I would strive to find some beauty in that pain
Some purpose behind the cruelty
So I wouldn’t have to lose my muse
Even though you could easily find another artist
Maybe you didn’t like the way I painted your lips
Maybe the lyrics I wrote disturbed you
Perhaps the statues weren’t to your liking
Or the poems too abstract
But in this lifetime
We are just the same
Except there is nothing left to leave behind
To prove that love was ever there
When the world grows cold
And the ground turns bare.
As I lie in the warmth of your arms - Allison Harvey
As I lie in the warmth of your arms,
I feel peace and comfort surrounding me.
The feeling of your arms around me,
Brings butterflies to my stomach.
When you leave though,
It brings sadness to me, and I don’t know why.
It may be because I didn’t want you to go,
Or that you won’t come back to me.
You find your way back, and suddenly the tears have gone.
I wrap my arms around you and hug you tight,
You do the same while you place a kiss upon my head.
Whilst walking down the shore,
The sun is setting down over the horizon.
I feel at peace and at home.
This feeling is rare but when it happens,
It’s as though my soul is replenished
Walking through the woods,
Towards the unknown destination.
As she nears somewhere,
She hears the sound of water falling.
That sound is like a melody to her,
It draws her near like a drug.
As I walk through this new chapter of life,
I am unsure of how things are.
They say college is supposed to be this exciting time of your adult life, yet here I
am, the shy girl with no friends.
Do I come out of this comfort shell I have built for myself, or do I stay here
where I know it is safe.
Shall I be bold enough to get over this fear of talking to people and make new
friends?
Or do I stay where I know I can’t be hurt yet again by those I put my trust in?
Anxiety, oh how I hate you.
You take those happy moments in life and turn them into a situation where I am
constantly overthinking.
Why must you do this to me.
Why must you make me think everyone around me hates me when deep down, you
know this not be true.
And don’t let me forget that whenever you are present, your friend must travel
along with you.
When this friend comes along, it only makes the overthinking worse.
Please, I beg of you to go easy on me and my mind
It hurts more when I don’t have those who know how to help me through said pain.
Dad - Kira Ketelhut
I loved when you laughed with me
And when you came to my soccer games
When you coached me from the sidelines
And cheered for my big plays
My favorite was when you picked me up from school
And we spent the day watching movies in your room
I loved when you cared for me
and picked me up when I was down
You told me what I needed to hear
Even if that was what I feared
I didn't know the extent of your disease
And the day I found out it made my heart bleed
I know you didn't mean to hurt me
And the bottle got the best of you
I'll always wonder what I could have done
To save you from demons that haunted you
The little girl in me will always picture the best of you
And now that you're gone I will admire what I loved about you
Poems for Parting - Gabrielle Koon
(Spring 2022 S. Gordden Link Poetry Contest Winner)
Pawns
Be careful where your feet might fall
This house is winding, molding and shaping claws.
Take turns, in and out, and you'll see
Each marble title, each wooden piece.
And pay attention to the clicking in the night,
Read these words and feel the etchings on the walls
Old pages fall— in between bricks cracked, into seams.
Ink pours and slides off the pages, red burning
In scribbled rages. This house only last days.
It is broken down, by wind, and time, and fire.
By ashes falling, stones turning, under fierce desire.
A game of desperation and lives,
This maze was never a home.
Don’t be surprised,
when the last thing standing
Is
a
throne.
If I could freeze Time
I’ve heard that the bitter white of winter comes
Right as the color of fall starts to think
Taking away the vivid life that starts to blossom within it’s leaves
And replacing every beautiful breath of spirit with
The cold, hollow, lifelessness of untouched snow.
And it becomes the cloudy fog that haunts long stretches of
Twisting, turning paths—
Just as you start to see them for all the possibilities they hold,
Over comes the storm
To turn what was once the beauty in bold
To the uncertainty of the knowledge, and possibility
The impending threat of failure and loss
Of being left,
To wither,
In the cold.
MuSE
With my love I spent, future days past in
Lonely hills, and solitude of gray paths.
She came to me every evening in beautiful array,
To dance both our fragile minds away.
We spend the days up in the barley fields,
Dreaming of fate, after our lives healed.
She is beautiful, As the doves she kisses above.
How she holds her cheek to the blue belled sky,
As she playfully whispers her goodbye.
Oh spirit! Of peaceful sunny days well spent
To end our lovely picnic, ever quick.
When you Hold the World
Child, why do you fear life so?
As if the earth will fall from the grasp of your hold?
The land can crack under your feet,
Or as if God didn’t promise to keep the oceans low
for a while?
Do you believe that you’ll ever get old?
Past your dark rage, into a future, your Golden Age?
Or do you keep your mind on the present and now?
The way the wind blows through all the small things of earth;
The fall leaves, the green grass, the paper pages while they pass.
No child, you don’t fear life.
You have never had the opportunity,
To live.
I
FALL
When snowy peaks fall
I
Fall
Under frozen water
And rivers going north
I go against the tide
Searching for golden shores
In currents flowing
When spring blossoms fall
I
Fall
As the approach the ground with a bright grace
Every scar, every flaw, every wrongdoing
Shows on my cross face
As people approach
To take family photos at my stump
I turn my mulch hill in
And watch each with a breathless thump
When sandy shadows fall
I
Fall
In golden hues of silence
And aching fires just outside of locked doors.
I race against clocks, and burning hands
I watch as a world begins to rise
Rise in flame
And
I
Fall
Dear Death,
Stalk me you may,
Pulling from
your throne of decaying grey.
Soulless dust at your lonely feet,
Silencing voices, like fleas.
Between hands on numbers,
Counter clockwise and turn,
Death lead me down corner street,
Or bind hands by rope and drag my feet.
Dangle me like a puppet,
From your never ending string
And hold me under the current
Of every, ever-moving thing.
Face me in the windows, water, wine
And taunt me in the mirror, as I cry.
Look down upon me,
From clouds by day or night.
Decide each way to play,
With my cynical mind.
But upon me now,
Lay no waste,
Your scissors, your smirks,
Your time-consuming grace.
Stalk me you may,
But my response will never fray.
Dear Death,
Not Today.
Loyalty - Ever Krikorian
you speak to me of devotion
like i wouldn’t have razed whole cities
to the ground,
for you.
i would have taken the fall
for you every time,
if it meant that you would stay
my heart is not easily won,
not easy to trust,
and it is even harder to lose.
i love quietly
and intensely, my true thoughts concealed
behind a carefully constructed wall.
despite so easily bowing
to your every whim,
i keep my distance
so your inevitable betrayal
does not destroy me.
you ask me to stay,
for you,
and i readily obey. very few
have shown me kindness
and you have stayed,
despite my harsh exterior.
and i am still here,
where you left me.
waiting.
roots have grown around me,
intertwining with my legs.
there is moss in my hair
and vines in my throat.
there, in the frequency
of my fading voice,
flowers start to bloom.
nature begins at
the decaying end
of my soul.
The Consequence of a Heart - Ever Krikorian
run,
young one,
for the world is not kind to those who give.
the world takes.
the world does not care
if you run out of things to provide.
it will only take your skin,
your bones,
your entrails,
your soul,
and once you run out of yourself to give
it will take the nothing that you become, too.
people are even worse.
they’ll feast on your remains
and laugh as you rot.
some will pretend that you always mattered
as the heart you tore from your sleeve
is crushed before your eyes.
do not fall in love
with the humans you create.
each one crafted in clay
painstakingly
with the utmost care,
your weathered hands create their souls.
do not give the humans fire.
you may have been their creator,
helped breathe life into them,
but they will never, ever
be grateful
for the risks you take
to help them thrive.
they say
insanity
is doing the same thing
over and over
expecting different results.
do you wake up every morning
still chained to the earth
hoping
praying
that today is the day
the eagles won’t descend?
the second
you fell in love with your creation
is the instant
you offered yourself up
for divine retribution.
you will never know
the cool steel of death’s blade
resting upon your neck.
you are eternal,
and though you bleed,
you refuse to die.
weep,
ancient one,
for the world is cruel
to those who love.
An Ode to The Black Dahlia - Morgan Letizia
Elizabeth,
Would you be pleased to know that everyone knows you,
But not your killer?
You made this name for yourself,
No need to share your front page with any man.
Claimed a whole species of flower as your own.
Everyone whispered your name,
Just to feel it in their mouths.
“Black Dahlia.”
Over 500 people claimed to be the last one to touch you.
Soldiers, housewives,
They wanted so badly to be the one that gave you
Your permanent smile.
You are everyone’s favorite mystery.
The black beauty of LA’s dreams
Elizabeth,
They never found your killer,
But maybe it’s better off that way.
Maybe this is what you would have wanted.
The coldest case to ever sweep through Los Angeles.
The story they tell to scare runaway girls.
Black Dahlia,
Perfect and cold like a store mannequin.
Would you be pleased to know how famous you are?
Your name stands alone,
The color black belongs solely to you.
You craved a Hollywood name,
Your smile on every paper.
This is exactly what you got, darling.
The name of a romanticized mystery.
The face of an eternity of fame.
Unrequited Love - Joshua Lewis
I never meant to fall in love
But I guess things just happened
Then I realized that with your green eyes
They're emeralds, ones I'd be trapped in
Time would fly, days went by
Brain stuck in a lull, attached
Often live and learn lonesome
To worry of voids filled and holes patched
But the times we did coexist
Were times conversations were natural
We'd radiate from each other, waves of vulnerability
Vibes far from irrational
But call me delusional, or at least overzealous
Chances are I overindulged
As soon as sentiments cemented themselves
I took the hint, but felt a bulge
A bulge that may linger longer living forward
Knives penetrating plenty deep
It took copious climates of coping
To try to temporarily self-teach
Maybe I'm overreacting
Maybe I'm just looking for a glove
To soon hide my deep wound
The wound of unrequited love
Paradise - Jules Macdonald
Reading past words hurts
It shouldn't, but you sullied the memory
Of sweet succulent childhood
With dark marks and port wine
Your bite tearing my fragile skin
Eons in the past, Your body dying
Under the strain of perpetual neglect.
But unlike you, I saved myself
I chose to be better, than you
And the cycles and cycles of those before me
Crying, screaming, biting, and killing
The light and the bright noise
Of the song of dark demons.
I choose to be better than the light of God
If He even exists in this barren world.
I choose to be the devil who fell
To beautiful and to cursed to be accepted
By the chorus of pompous and wretched angles
But too stubborn to abandon the idea
Of living in a glorious paradise
And so like He, I build my own temple,
I carve my own home from dark soil
And heave life into its deep depths
Creating my paradise, my home, my warmth
The fiery depths keep me warm while you freeze
Your feathered wings flimsy against the fog
Of memory and of past sins
Burn in your deceit to the throne of kings
When I become too bright to banish
Baby cries dead even for gaunt heretics
He will be crowned in thorns
Generational curses unbroken by the maid
Her virginity shredded within the bubbles of glass
The hot fires of the forge furious with God
For lying such a beauty at the feet of a wretched man
Who has chosen to feel pain instead of pleasure
For he fears the intimacy of his mistakes
And whos morality has been long corrupted by trauma
Who decided to take the easy route
Instead of finding the femine strength to become more
Than anybody on this fucking flying rock
Could have expected under the veil of prejudice.
Amen, burn the cross, and eat your fill
Christ called for sodomy and socialism
With skin as dark as coal, and the hatred of white kings
The day I don't offend somebody, give me drink
For alcoholism is genetic, so sobriety is spectacular
And I plan on drink not a drop more
Than when I was young, and you fed me drops
And I loved the taste, and knew the names. Hated others
I was nine.
But im now double that and hold that child
In my arms and my heart and mind
As I try to find a sort of god, a beautiful paradise
Amongst the world of cruel men
Amen, pray to me, oh father
And I will absolve your sin
But not your guilt
That is yours
And only
Yours.
Rage - Jules Macdonald
I quell your anger with my stability
Your flame fueled by my fear
And now the absence is suffocating,
A delicate snuffer over a raging fire
yet you desist, for without oxygen
Your candle fizzles out with a soft puff
And my bronze Filament remains,
Unaffected by your malice
Sip and Paint - Jules Macdonald
“Get in the car
We're going home
You've done enough
And you don't deserve to see the sun again
For a long long time
So shut it.”
Your words rattle my skull
But at least I have my headphones this time.
You don't say that to a child
But yet you felt it was appropriate
Reteaching the lessons your parents wrote
But in a different font, from a different pain.
Your trauma influencing the brand of abuse
You were supposed to think it was cute
But it was the beginning of world war three
But it was all for you, it wasn't for me.
Paints carpeted my bedroom floor
All in sacrifice for you and your birth
Hands stained, and back tired
Canvas covered, sealed, and signed
But it wasn inconsequential
You keep it in a box under the stairs,
And tried to take away my latrine
Eight hours of work flushed down the drain
Birthdays make my heart hurt
Mine, yours, and everybody elses
Sometimes from fear, sometimes from abandonment
You did things that people get arrested for
But it remained hidden, because I stayed silent
The threat of death on the horizon
And the fear that you would never love me again
And more, that you would finally leave a bruise
Drink disappeared during dinners
But the talk remained
Unadulterated by the liquor,
And the judgment of others
You kept your circle small, weeded out the unloyal
Only kept those who would excuse your behavior
Allow you to beat me, curse me and cheat me
And join in if they felt it was needed
It was a horror show, crying in the bathtub
Trying to take a shower, but my body too tired
To hold myself up after being belittled and burned
Hurt to the home, and the disentanglement from parentage
I never cut my skin, no scars to be found
But I opened previous wounds, made them bigger
I drew masterpieces, to infect my bloodstream
And burned my hair till it crunched louder than crackers
I dolled myself up, created a mask of colors
Red, yellow, blue, and pink, too bright to saturated
To be natural, and yet they were an inherent part of me
A fake persona, a knight in shining armor
It hurts to remember, but it hurt more to experience
The people you were told loved you more than life
Ripping your ribcage out of your chest and twisting it
Till it splintered, and then refused to acknowledge the blood
Your hands held my throat. how hard would you press
Before I would cry out, pass out, fight back?
But then you'd spike my drink with rum
And tell your friends I was a psychotic drunk
And I was, drunk on fear and adrenaline,
Them pretending they didn't see the bruises, the pain
As if I wasn't crying in corners, while you smiled and danced
Making memories without me, though I was central to them
How is this love?
How am I supposed to believe you genuinely care?
Like all of the adults tell me, because all I feel is genuine hate
Bubbling from your chest and into my body, sticky and suffocating
Because parents are supposed to love their children
Not break their bodies till they cannot function
Without ten separate doctors, physical therapy,
And two sessions a week in your grippy socks
You burn in your fire, lit by your guilt
And you ask for the river of my forgiveness
To wash you clean, to snuff it out
But you haven't even taken the time to change your underwear.
Title IX - Jules Macdonald
How can you pretend to be innocent?
And yet I know you probably think
You're in the right, I was begging for your touch
That your patience for me, and respect of my boundaries
Gave you the right to break them, just once
It was a reward. Access to my body
Barge into my bedroom, make yourself at home
Sexual tension created between you and my indifference
And no, we talked about consent. How it was important
But when it came down to it, you didn't follow through
And to be honest, you didn't even do it in the first place
Words and actions misaligned, just like your front teeth
Bright sneakers and basketball shorts,
the epitome of toxic masculinity
The musk of a man who had never taken the time
To slough off the entitlement granted at birth
Woven into his skin, shoveled down his throat
Day old t shirt, unwashed hair
And yet you believed I found you beautiful
Your eyes managed to lure me in, bright and overly shiny,
I have a tendency to collect shiny things
A raven searching through the rubble for treasures
Valuable to me in a way society denies
And you lead me astray; though my gut told me to run
And yet, the blame is not mine.
I did not deserve to be crossed and combined
Into the group of women you have ravaged
Womanhood is a foreign concept
An intangible thing that has always been disconnected
And yet, in the same way that I will always be the eldest daughter
You put me in the 97%, high heels stashed in my closet
And so it is a mask I wear when I talk about my experience
As it is a lense that properly connects me to the masses
Of us who have been violated in our own spaces
For those who we trusted into our homes, hated our hesitation
And yet your hands felt like tasers,
rippling current though my body, bruising my nerves
I thought it was lust, a deep repressed attraction.
But I know now that was yours, and only yours
I absorb emotions that are not mine, and yours were bland
Strong and overwhelming, but the vulnerability repressed
You take to feel something, you trim yourself up to feel the burn
It digging into your skin, a raw gash along your wrists
You want to feel soothing, you want vengeance.
But you have chosen to be cruel.
While I choose to be kind. Forever and always.
And so while you shall burn, I shall melt
And reform into a creature more beautiful than the sun
Full of light and forgiveness
And you shall weep at the foot of the giving tree
Begging for the pain to stop.
Butterfly - Matthew Richardson
Today
I saw a butterfly
Its wings were tawny brown
With a spot in the center
As it sat there
I could almost hear it
As it breathed a sigh of relief
And rested its tired wings
Today
I saw a butterfly
He had flown for a long time
And I could tell by looking
That the butterfly was old
Weakened and tired
But the butterfly did not cry
It just took a moment to rest
Today
The butterfly was gone
I’m sure that she’s ok
That somewhere in the world
That we all have to share
The butterfly is taking a rest
Because it's already worked so hard
So it deserves one
Don't Fear The Rain - Matthew Richardson
I don’t fear the rain
That pours upon forgotten earth
And though the storm may follow
I’ll stay to stare it down
No one fears the wind
That blows her tears away
As soon the wind will pass
And rain will fall again
Many fear the rain
That brings its mighty roar
But all the grassy fields of green
Stay there just to grow
Should we pray for wind?
Curing sadness from above
Siphoning our lonely breath
With whispers to be freed
Accept the falling rain
And as the earth soaks through
Breathe until your very last
Then grass shall grow anew
A Life better than this - Brooklyn Rosenberger
In the stream I forage for a net with holes much smaller than mine
The fish swim by and I can’t help but wonder why the future I offer them isn’t one worth joining
The water rising as I continue deeper, my grip slips on the handle,
I walk by the large holes with the fish by my sides
We’re equals now, in the same stream,
Moving along in one great big net
The water covering all our heads,
There is no need for smaller holes, no need for holes at all,
Dammit! Despite it all, I’ll never know if there’s another net,
I’ll never know its hypothetical fate, if it’s capable of holding onto so much more,
If the fish it holds,
keep my future for me,
in holes never wide enough to squeeze me
It's A Bug-Gut - Brooklyn Rosenberger
Along walls, along the cracks in the flooring
Along plates piled high and artwork signed “To: Mom”
And “L0vƎ: Me”
Rushing across emptied cupboards opened wide,
Across a mug made in art class,
Mom, do you love it?
Do you love me?
Claiming our dresser drawers,
Claiming our courage to change our clothes,
We claim we can no longer leave our nest
Scurrying from there to here,
The bugs tear inside my tummy,
Scurrying inside, checking,
I’m really empty!
We’ve nothing to offer them,
And still, they don’t go.
Worming their way into my body’s cavities,
Making a home where we had none
it's you, it's me - Brooklyn Rosenberger
We would read the same books, admire fly-on-the-wall writing, discuss how the plot of one story is so much like another that reading makes reality waver
There were moments filled with your songs, Faith No More floats in accompaniment with your scratchy vocals
Faith No More becomes Bee Gees,
Bee Gees become Edie Brickell,
The notes bleed into one another,
It’s hard to tell an ending from a beginning,
It’s hard to remember where we are when we hear them.
You wrapped yourself in blankets tight, trying to steady reality against all the noise,
Nobody had left this time, and still, you wouldn’t eat for days,
You were brought tea and water and eggs and fruit, and,
your voice a rasped whisper, you asked for it to be taken away.
You stopped showering and wouldn’t leave your bed.
You had weaved a wrong reality too harshly,
I called more family.
You moved to the couch, and I put on E.T., your favorite, because I know the secret of movies, how they can work magic I sometimes can’t,
how they allow another new life.
You didn’t see the movie scenes through your blanket,
You created those needed in your head.
I left because, even with the balance I struggle to maintain on my rope excluded,
my reality wavers enough on my own.
Intoxication - Emanuel Singletary
I was never to be trusted.
You let me in, your eyes
that glistened in the moonlight
invited me in.
I loved you and hated myself.
I loved you for the person you were.
From that moment when you invited me in
I knew that I felt what mortals called love.
I loved you for your beauty and your inner light,
a light that rivaled the Sun and Moon,
a light that could kill me or cure me,
a light that was forever sheltered in your eyes.
I was happy, content, until that night.
That night when the Moon was brightest,
a night when you were your brightest.
The night that it came back.
I smelled you,
I had been so careful
I had to control the Beast,
to make sure I did not harm you.
Alas, the Smell washed over me.
I could not help myself,
The redness of Death clouded my senses.
Utter Intoxication.
A being so full of life was in front of me,
I had no choice but to succumb,
your hot blood fueled me,
I was once again prey to Thirst.
I had taken your life.
Those eyes still glistened with light,
and I saw that glimpse of Heaven.
That glimpse of a better life washed away in blood.
The smell of blood now sickened me.
I do not wish to live anymore
my world had become dark again.
So I shall leave this place and be one with light!
O mighty Sun I beckon thee!
Free me from my shackles that are blood and carnage;
My fate is and always has been yours, my love,
whether it was to be in flesh or in dust.
True Love - Emanuel Singletary
I feel the power flowing through.
The power of the ancients,
a power that was used to make sure
that I was revived once more.
I felt my body begin to fill.
I felt the bandages I was buried in cling to me;
The splendid feeling of life!
I was born again!
I had missed the Sun.
Ra still shone brightly as he did millennia ago
he seemed to grow brighter in this new age.
In my new form, I was to be reunited with my love!
Even after all this time I still felt that same passion;
passion that could rival the gods themselves!
I could still feel your life force;
I could still feel your presence in the mortal plane.
I needed to see you once more,
you needed to see that love was eternal.
Once I saw you we could be reunited.
Forevermore!
You were not far,
I could feel the tugging.
An ancient feeling,
primal, ethereal, and blissful.
I saw you in the window of your new home.
Your hair still glistened in Ra’s rays,
your voice was refreshing, like the succulent drops of spring rain.
your face still had the power to captivate
I saw you once more.
The feeling of love and passion grew stronger.
Until I saw something dreadful;
I saw you were with another.
How could you?
How could you disgrace our love?
We were fated to rule together,
we were destined for each other!
True Love.
That is what we had.
I tried to say something,
alas my speech was reduced to grunts.
Then I saw something unspeakable:
A kiss!
A kiss that was meant for me,
that awoke something primal within.
I needed you to know your treachery.
I needed to know why.
Why did you forsake me?
How could you forsake me?
I did not realize that my new form hosted destruction.
All I saw was your frightened face.
I had been granted dangerous power,
power that flirted with Death.
I had caused your death.
I went to you and saw your life fade.
The feeling, the tugging, dampened
as I heard you utter your last words.
You said,
You said what you always called me.
You looked at me and said,
“My Artist”.
Then you were gone.
Forevermore!
As I was cursed to walk alone.
Was this what True Love was?
Was it this aching feeling,
a feeling that was foreign to me;
a feeling of despair;
a feeling of loss?
I was lost.
Forevermore.
Of the Hardwood Floor - Molly Skates
They introduced themselves one night,
As I lay frozen to my bed in fright;
Their terrible silhouette barely in sight,
Antlers instead of heads.
Muscular forms faced me, staring,
Although without a face, ever glaring,
I count three bodies standing and daring
Me to let them in.
Just as they start to force the door,
They show me what went on before
Right there on the hardwood floor,
Many years ago.
A husband and wife, domestic bliss
Lean down to receive from the child a kiss,
He seems to notice nothing amiss;
Bottles on the table.
Ushered away into another room,
He knows not of their impending doom,
Only that he hears a boom
On the hardwood floor.
Maroon pools around flaxen hair,
His smiling face, the glee he bears,
As he looms over, standing there
Tasting salt and iron.
Before his poison takes a hold,
He hides the hammer and neatly folds
Linen sheets over a box of old
Secrets and dark treasure.
Lifting a floorboard with a pop,
He lifts the box in, taking care to drop
A carefully carved talisman on top,
Made of deer antlers.
With a rasp and groan he quietly pleas,
“Ensure that he will one day see
What we left right here for he,
Under the hardwood floor.”
A gurgle spits forth from his lips,
White foam streaked red starts to drip,
As his eyes begin to flip
Their gaze ever skyward.
Reality returns in a sudden leap;
Clearly, I must have been asleep,
For no creatures linger and creep
In the bedroom corner.
I rise from bed, weary and weak,
As moonlight between the blinds does leak,
And I step forth and hear a creak
Burst from underfoot.
To quench my thirst, I grab a glass
And ponder the dream that did just pass,
Never real and yet I’m drawn, alas,
to the hardwood floor.
At the creaking plank I begin to tear,
The pulse in my ears starts to flare,
I must, I must! See what’s there,
Under the hardwood floor.
Moonlight lifts the old linen folds,
A memory or dream? I cannot be told.
The darkness demands me to be bold;
Reach into the hardwood floor.
My hands find the box with shaking breath,
Unwrapping the linens, cold as death.
Nothing else matters but this box of Lethe
Pulled from the hardwood floor.
Hinges swing open with incredible ease,
The box begging me, asking me “please!
Look into my void, lest the inky black seas
Spill onto the hardwood floor”
I peer inside and my God! I cannot bear!
The beautiful sight contained in there!
How can I live knowing at this I stared,
From the hardwood floor?
I’ve seen the truth, the end to all strife,
And with this truth I draw my knife.
The box instructs to spill my life
All over the hardwood floor.
Enrobing the box back in its wraps,
I gently replace it within the gap.
Finally free from my mortal trap,
I rebuild the hardwood floor.
Before the last drops, the charm I see,
And clench antler to heart, finally free;
Praying to the beings that appeared to me
Here on the hardwood floor.
“I pray, I beg! Please spread this news,
Free my daughter, show her this view!
Show her! Show her!” And then, on cue
I fall to the hardwood floor.
Dream - Alexa Stern
How do you dream?
Do you dream in third person?
Or the first?
Do you see yourself wandering throughout undisclosed locations?
Or do you see the view throughout your own eyes and see
How the stairs descend and curl under your feet?
Do you dream in vivid colors?
Ones that shine and hurt your eyes?
Or do you dream in dull muted colors
Like the ones of a winter day,
Or the dark interior of a hallway
In the back of a store?
The colors are soothing.
They lull me into
A false sense of security.
The Abandoned Shop on the Side of the Road - Alexa Stern
Every morning
On my daily commute to work
There's a small, old building
On the side of the road.
It's dead.
Vines and green ivy
Crawl up the walls
Slowly strangling it.
Its once vibrant color
Faded to a pale,
Sickly grey.
“Out of Business.”
All life is gone
As the tall weeds
Slowly eat up
The foundation.
Nothing inside it’s doors,
No heart to keep it alive.
What was it like
Before it died?
I look in my rearview mirror.
It sits, alone and rotting
As it grows smaller and smaller
Into the distance.
Ghost Ship - Julia Talasky
Only the drunken sailors would tell you the tale of the ship that travels through the mists.
Never boarding, never landing, it floats like a ghost upon cold waters.
Airless winds flap the sails and the anchor is long gone
at the bottom of some ocean trench or poor town’s harbor.
He has no home, just a half a map for a soul and he reeks of cannon fodder.
With a crooked smile for a compass and a weak
hand to guide his North, I almost see my love back upon the shore.
Kiss Me - Julia Talasky
Kiss me like the sun would kiss the moon,
like how the moon would kiss the stars,
and how the stars would kiss you.
Kiss me how the thunder kisses the clouds
and how the clouds kiss the sky on lonesome days.
Kiss me how the rain would kiss the wind if it could,
And how the wind kisses the trees as they stir softly.
Kiss me like the raven kisses the sky.
Kiss me like a sailor would kiss the sea,
and how the sea would kiss the mountains if it could,
but can only kiss our feet.
Kiss me like the butterflies kiss the flowers that grow in between
and the pollen kisses them in return.
Kiss me like the pollen kisses everything
just as the morning dew kisses you.
Kiss me like how I would kiss you too.