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Time
By: Pape DiopTime is something we wish we had more of
But sadly slips through our fingers like sand from an hourglass
To be spent with the people that you love
Or at the park over a nice bed of grass
The way we chose to spend our time
Can either leave a strong sense of fulfillment
Or a life that was anything but sublime
So we must spend our time without lament
Instead of remaining a recluse in your home alone
Venture out into unknown territory and make friends along the way
Rather than being held down by self-doubt like a stone
Take that extra leap of faith without delay
Never again must we make waste of precious time
For we never know what untraveled road may bring
So with a determined heart, make the climb
For time is a being that is never recurring
The Waves, the Wind, and me
By Lily RadneyWaves, they move me across the harbor
Wind, it lifts me to the moon and back
I travel this world going long distances,
hoping to make some semblance of a difference.
Waves, they toss me in my restless dreams
Wind, it changes me in spite of what is true
I really do know nothing, it pains me just to say,
that I can’t unlock the secrets of each and everyday.
Waves, they see me and come rolling in so fast
Wind, it overtakes me til there’s nothing, no more
I live, breathe, surge forward to survive,
trying so hard but barely staying alive.
Waves, they release me to finish what I started
WInd, it tells me that I really am so much stronger
The Waves, the Wind, and me.
A Little Boy
By Victoria Malca-LecarosA Little Boy
is riding his bike outside my window
A Cubs fan
Should a boy’s preference count?
The pedals are whirring - or perhaps it’s
the air conditioning-
Frantically spinning the wheels.
The boy is keeping his head on straight,
is gripping the cruiser tight
And meanwhile I neglect my keyboard
and let his journey grip my mind instead.
He’s young,
ripe for the plucking,
an age considered ripe enough to easily rot.
The horrendously paved road is clear enough
for the child to ride his bike in peace.
I easily pity the unlucky boy, even as I miss
the trash bin.
I’ve got too many things in my head,
each licking off the crumbs of the next,
snowballing.
My thoughts pile and roll until eventually they’re
split by a tree.
My grip shifts down my hands as the boy meets
his tree.
I don’t like tears.
I’m reduced to syllables,
I’m a constant vowel,
A synonym.
I’ve got too much in my head.
Ten points last semester
Twelve this semester
No! Enough this semester
A young woman in yellow appears,
eyes a stark contrast
You should’ve been outside with your son.
I should’ve finished this paper by now.
I should’ve gotten accepted by now.
The unlucky boy with the skinned knee.
He’s a lucky one
with an unlucky bicycle,
but this is all about me.
My Little Boat
By Mary Katherine MalooleyMy little boat
Thinks highly of himself
Convinced he’ll stay afloat
Fooled by the promise of wealth
My little boat
Disregards his chipped paint
Hopefully for a fresh coat
Applied by a glorified saint
My little boat
I let him keep sailing
Knowing I’ll soon step on his throat
Leave him broken and flailing
My little boat
He’s so trusting of the sea
And while his confidence bloats
Mine turns sharply to flee
My little boat is much better than I,
And yet I sink him without even saying good-bye.
I am not special
I thought there was no one like me
That no one could ever take my place
Only now do I see
I am just another face
Dream or Night
By Gloria YangMy eyes are closed tight, so I’m still sleeping,
I dream of peace within the endless night,
an eternal darkness without sunlight.
In my mind a memory plays, worth keeping.
A time at the beach, my mother’s smile,
The sun on my shoulders a burnt red spreads,
but then the sky, once blue turned to bright red,
and then the sands of time began to pile.
The sky is red, The sea is black and gone,
the sand begins to fall and sucks me up,
I gasp for air but air is not enough,
I pray a prayer to take me home at dawn.
At last, my eyes open, I’m awake now,
with nothing wrong but sunburnt shoulders in pain,
Breathing slowly I try to keep maintain,
and step out of my bed I standup somehow.
It was a memory, a dream,
a nightmare;
At least it wasn’t too real
‘cause I’m still here.
Winter
By Marianna SchwarkThe winter air turns cold on a winter night.
The grass, brown and frost-tipped, yearns for the first ray of
Light at dawn.
The trees bow clustering for warmth
And the blue jays sleep as their coats turn gray,
When moonlight saps the Earth of its color
And shadows embrace the world in haze.
You may feel empty, longing even, as your soul proceeds
To drift and wonder.
But just before she is drained of blue, Heaven wakes up,
Because God takes a paintbrush to the sky,
Strokes of rose gold soon ignite the Sun.
Ah, the Sun,
A beacon beckoning the dogwoods to bloom,
Enticing the robins to wake the world.
“Rise, and cling to the warmth that graces us!
Watch the sunlight diffuse, getting rid of the night’s shadowy blight.
Hear the trees rustle from the morning winds,
And feel the air thaw on a new winter morning!”
Typical Saturday
By Jackson OglesbyYou know the feeling when you’re chillin at home
When everyone out and your all alone
You sit on the couch don’t know what to do
To raid the fridge and eat or just turn on the TV and watch some Scooby Doo
So many things to do don’t know what to pick
My boys are on 2K so I should hop on the sticks
I play for hours all day long
And I gotta finish long before my folks get home
I hear the car pull up my time is done
Can’t wait for next Saturday for more fun
Dawn
By: Annie HoangThe end of a long night
Covered in the twinkling stars
I thought that the shadow
Would last into infinity.
The beginning of a new day
Covered in the bright sun
With more opportunities
And more challenges as well.
Look to the East!
A light is revealing
The Sun is rising
Her face is flushing!
Her awakening dispels dark night
Adorns everything with its own color
Singing birds on the edge of the forest
Signify a new day has begun.