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Let Me Show Me

By Bailey Reinoehl

Look at her,

I look at myself.

I see him,

I see myself.

I find what I want...

It’s not an option.


Peaches

By Romila Santra

Mother is marrying Big Joe.

Why she decided to, I do not know.

Doesn’t she know,

She is betraying Father?

Doesn’t she know I don’t want to be a daughter,

To anyone but Father?


Peaches Jones

By Ciara Smith

Hey! You see that

girl? Yeah right over

there. Yes the                                pretty


Do I?

By Eric Gunnarson

Do I dare disturb the universe?

Indulge in the quizzical whims of questioning?

Sit on the throne of knowledge,

partake in the feast of Newton’s apple?

To eat the forbidden fruit,

and cast myself out of the paradise of ignorance,


Story of the Stone

By Blaire Ginsburg

Minor fissures,

Just hairline cracks,

Spread slowly

At first,

Fine lines on a

Smooth surface;

Creeping across a

Marble plain,

Barely making

A sound, but

Marking - scarring


The Parasite Lives and Grows

By Rachel Franklin

Once upon a time Goliath fell.

They built buildings on his body

and David walked away without looking back

didn’t know his victory

until he moved

opened the door

to have his pebble drop at his feet


Ode to the Oddball

By Eric Gunnarson

There’s a simple liberating joy

In being different,

Being obtuse,

Having that little bit of self outside of normality,

Askew

People will either embrace it,

Or reject it.

Some will revel and thrive in their unlikeness,


Mirror

By Portia Miller

What does it tell you?

Does it tell you what lies in your heart?

It tells you what lies on the outside,

That’s for certain.

It tells you how other people perceive you.

How they label you.

You have feel the weight of those labels.


Silhouettes in a Crowd

By Catherine Strayhall

As I walk through these crowds day after day,

I see people’s silhouettes;

The stuff they’re made of deep inside,

The good or bad they try to hide,

And their joy or sorrow with every breath.


Wicked Discretion

By Hannah Jenkins

It’s not about what you told me,

but what I chose to believe.

Nothing feels worse than living

an imaginary dream.

And they occur so often and freely

whenever Satan creeps in.

By the time I breathe, and count to ten


Relics of the Past

By Michelle Chan

The peace the nations had promised

Some days that were gold

Now all fade into stardust

Disappearing with the old


Song of Ice and Fire

By Lauren McGrath

Stare into these eyes of flame

Warm embrace of blazing love

Wild animal you cannot tame

Feral beauty of gentle dove

 

Gaze into these eyes of fire

Scorching heat of kindled lust

Burning secret of past desire


The Difference Between Simile and Self

By Rachel Franklin

I have problems

and I’ll swap mine with you like trading cards.

Long lovely disorders go over the lips like chocolate

but honey, we’ve been writing about these pits of darkness

long before shrinks slapped name tags on them.


Hero

By Ashley Ruckman

A hero is different,

A hero is kind,

A hero can live,

By the thoughts in his mind,

A hero makes changes,

In the world for the best,

And seeks good in others,

That’s hidden from the rest,


No Hero

By JDC Resident

I always feel like I’m doing my best

but being put to the test.

People come and go;

No one ever seems to know.

They come in and

Leave so fast,

There’s so many

I can’t remember who was last.


Father

By JDC Resident

My Dad’s taken on many roles,

mother

father

martial artist

experimenter

business owner

gardener

I learn from him

he teaches me the real values of life

he’s prepared me to live.


Sister

By JDC Resident

Used and abused

Still standing strong

You are the one I lean on

Who knows how to turn it around

With me through thick and thin

No matter what, where, or when

The pain of being without you

Excruciating


There for Me

By JDC Resident

There for me, my dad

“No matter what,” he promised

By my side

Refusing to ever give up on me - no matter what I did

If everyone else gave up

My Dad would stand by me

Telling me he believes in me

Knows I am strong


Unseen Hero

By JDC Resident

just

when

she

thought

no one

was

listening,

she hid

her face

behind

a mask

that she

hoped

would last.

Once

there

was a

time


Tell Them

By Portia Miller

Okay,

I’m going to tell them.

It’s been weighing on me for awhile.

Most of my friends know,

And they should know too.

But I’m scared.

So

So

Scared.


Fighting Blind

By Leah Payne

I scream

But no one hears.

The danger

Looming, perpetual nears...

The footsteps echo

In my ears

Closer,

Closer

Danger leers.

A dark silhouette

And merciless eyes


Somewhere in Between

By Briana Hooper

Somehow you have found, where I was in the ground. I am there, I am also here. You have something new to fear. I’m not alive, but not quite dead . Though this is not what you have read. While light can be quite fun, I must avoid the world with sun. To walk the night is not quite what you think.


Darkness Inside

By Lauren McGrath

This darkness inside my heart

Residing in my pitiless mind

A fuel to a fire of ever-burning odium

That cutting sarcasm of such cruelty

The cold cynical aura that never abates

What is it that filled me with such hate?


Who We Are

By Blaire Ginsburg

Who dreams?

Who dares to enter such a realm?

Visions, fleeting,

Escaping with the waking flutter,

Living on bated breath

And translucent promises of

A world all your own;

A world anew.


An Everyday Misfit's Dream

By Catherine Strayhall

When you dream of becoming a writer,

You get stories embedded in your soul

Ideas of near and far-off lands,

And journeys down rabbit holes.


once upon a time...

By Breanna Snare

The gem did spawn of evil’s fire

The gem shall be his portal

He comes to claim; our time is dire

The end of all things mortal

His reign of evil, he did conspire

The gem shall be his portal.


To Build a Home

By Amani Raheel

My ma says

She pushed my stroller

around the bumpy streets of

Queens, Jamaica, Long Island,

even Manhattan,

Through rain and snow, all

alone.

 

Finding no help from the

passengers, all ignoring her

silent plea


Long Way From Home

By Claire Burrow

It’s a long way home,

miles of pavement and sky.

As we drive,

the sun chases us,

and the clock turns.

 

Radio changes,

melodies blur together,

making one endless song,

duets and duets of notes.

 


The Climbing Tree

By Ann E. Mclean

The Ponderosa Pines hunched ponderously,

Their convoluted gestures frozen

With dry, rasping limbs in stages of vexation

And narrow forearms lifted high

In savored moments of exalted epiphany.

My brother and I climbed the questions


Perfect Wave Pools

By Jack Lapin

So many people crowded into one wave pool.

All together in one container,

Yet in separate groups, hardly mingling with others.

The designers did their best to replicate nature,

But only to an extent.

Waves for five minutes, rest for five minutes,


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