untitled by Analise Ney
I wish you didn’t care what other people thought, but you do.
And because you do, we can’t be happy.
Don’t you realize that the happiest people don’t care.
They’re in a bubble, their own little world,
Just the two of them
And it doesn’t matter.
Of course their happiness will be misunderstood,
It couldn’t be happiness without misconception, only they know.
Others judge, yes,
But they don’t know.
What makes happiness, happiness is that they don’t care, because they’re in a bubble,
Their own little world,
And I’m in mine,
Without you, because you do.
untitled by Anonymous
Whose day breaks away yet I stay and lay here without time or concern of a dime
Stepping away is the worst part of my day when I sit here pondering nature's rhyme
Trees sway in a way I can't describe
Imagination is the key to feel alive.
Ocean by Elis Gianopoulos
The salty air greets me with a misty spray
Gulls make their way as they let out a call
Crashing of waves mix in with their song
The ocean is full of surprises
As a whale takes its deep breath of air
You can hear its hum calling out for its young
Tiny footprints are left in the sand
Marking the arrival of small shorebirds
They flock in large numbers along the shore
Though so quickly they disappear into the vast blue sky
The tide slowly starts to rise as the sun starts retreat
My time here is now done it's time to go home
The vast ocean is then greeted by the moon
See you tomorrow old friend I say with a smile
My time here is over, see you in a while.
Filmy Green by Emma Rizo
The soothing warm air
heavy with moisture
begging me to stay awhile.
It so gently pushes me
to let my worries drip to the ground
and into a pool at my toes.
Glassy smooth tiles
become slippery on my feet.
And then it’s all swept
straight into a tea bag,
so natural and sharp
but sweet when mixed with honey.
The lingering scents
of essential oils;
lavender, gardenia,
all kinds of flowery sweetness.
All going in through my nose
and drowning my thoughts.
untitled by Greyson Lorey
Captain crunch creates a crisp crackling crunch
Chomp and chew the sugary crunchy taste
Chase it with a mouthful of milk
Click and clank of the spoon in the bowl as
I create my cereal capture
untitled by Hannah Mullis
Jupiter felt his heart drop as he saw Sol fall from where he had been engaged in an aerial fight with Al Nar, a star with three hundred eighty times his power. “Sol!” was all Jupiter was able to yell as he ran to catch the falling star. Jupiter came just in time to stop his best friend from hitting the ground. Sol’s once regal looking tunic was now torn and burned, the left sleeve was completely torn off, and the right had been charred off from the elbow down. “Sol? Come on wake up!” Jupiter pleaded. “Come on, we can’t do this without you.”
The sound of Ganymede and Callisto warping over closer in their usual puff of smoke caused Jupiter to jerk his head up, “No! Stay back! He’s created a power field to siphon off some of the strain while he is unconscious, I can sense it! It is at least two times more than I give off normally, it will crush the two of you!”
“Will you be OK?” Ganymede called from where he stood, not daring to take a step closer. “Should we get help?”
“I’ll be OK. As for help, try to get Sirius to take care of Al Nar or at least hold him off for a while,” Jupiter called back as he lowered his gaze to Sol again .
“What about Sol?” asked one of the twins. Jupiter did not catch which.
“I’ve got a plan! Just go!” Jupiter replied waving the two on without looking up. The sound of the twins leaving reached Jupiter's ears as he lowered his hand. Jupiter closed his eyes and tried to remember every detail of the binary star dance that he had seen Sirius perform countless times. “I can do this,” he muttered before shaking his friend's shoulders, “Hey, Wake up. I got an idea, come on.”
Sol opened his eyes halfway and grimaced, “Jupiter?”
“Yeah, Look I’ve got an idea, you know the binary dance?” Jupiter prompted.
“For binary stars? Yeah, of course I know it. Why?” Sol’s voice was quiet and sounded strained.
“If we can pull it off it will heal you and refocus your power...” Jupiter starited.
“Jupiter you're not a star. There is a good chance that trying to do something like that would kill you,” Sol interrupted.
“I’m willing to risk that.”
“And your moons? What will they do if you die?” Sol asked doing his best to maintain firm eye contact.
“I’ve got moons as powerful as Taira and Vinas, some are more. They can take care of themselves,” Jupiter then added in a determined voice, “Now let’s do this!”
Sol looked to the side for a moment then nodded and Jupiter helped his friend stand, leaning his weight on him.
“Ok, ready?” Asked Jupiter. Sol nodded and Jupiter began to spin the two of them around. First in small slow circles letting them grow ever so slightly each turn. The more they turned, the farther away Sol could stand until the two were nearly an arms length away. Jupiter felt a smile cross his lips as he felt the ground leaving his feet heels first, until only the tips, of his toes were touching the ground, and then nothing.
The color returned to Sol’s face and a determined flash in his eyes, “Let go. I’m ok now,” he whispered.
Jupiter gave the same big goofy smile that he had used when they were kids, “That’s the only important thing.” He let go and landed gracefully. He looked up at his friend suspended in the air with his power glowing more than he had seen in years, “Now go on, don’t you have a battle to win?”
Sol smiled and turned his face to the battle still raging above them, “Yeah, thanks” he replied and flew away at an incredible speed.
The Frontier by Isabelle Monvavifar
Water dripping from its sod
Coated in ice so clear
Its beauty flourishing but flawed
The wind brushes its hair
Flying from the moist terrain
Speckles of snow in the air
The crippled flowers lying in pain
The birds escaping the cold
There isn't much left to say
The frosted frontier has taken its mould
Its sky clouded with grey
Rays of the Moon by Jason Powers
There comes a time,
A time when the sky is covered with black,
There is no escape from it,
When the black reaches your side of the planet,
You don’t know where to go,
You don’t know what is around you,
But you have to adapt,
You have to feel,
And always watch where you step,
What if you don’t want to?
What if you can’t?
What in the world will you do?
Well that’s just when another time comes,
When in the blackness you see a glow,
And the clouds move around,
Giving you the light,
The one you’ve been looking for,
The white rays of the moon…
untitled by Sophia Carter
There are things in this world that are so greatly underappreciated. Like the way this huge, glowing
sphere of hot gas makes it possible for life to exist; or how there are billions of human beings living on
this planet, yet not one is the same as another. Then there are the more simple things, such as books.
Books and quotes, both of which I admire. Honestly, you could hold me hostage in a room with nothing
but a lifetime of books to read, quotes to love and a nice cup of tea and I would have nothing to tell you
but: thank you.
Bea Jean Miller is one of those greatly underappreciated things. I stared at her bouncy orange
curls let loose on her pale, freckled back. Her grey-blue eyes focused down at her leg as she doodled
small hearts on the exposed skin of her ripped jeans.
“Stop staring, fool,” She looked up from her knee and gave me a smirk, the right side of her lip
pulling up to her ear, “Why do you stare?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, what’s so interesting?”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“You are an fascinating human, Sammie Piper,” She giggled a little and continued to draw on her
leg. I stared some more, noticing a small dimple on her dotted cheek that appeared when she smiled.
Strangely lovely, “It’s weird, the way life works. I’ve lived in this town my entire life, seventeen years,”
Bea laid on her back, facing upwards at her bedroom ceiling fan, “I walk down the same streets every
afternoon and go to the same grocery store every sunday morning; yet I’ll never see every single human
here. There will always be another person to greet or stranger to shake hands with; and I truly love that.
Life’s so good, man.”
I laid beside her for a couple minutes, watching the fan spin. We both simply thought. Bea
thought of people, and how sad it is that she won’t get to meet every single one and I thought of how out
of all those people that could have been my best friend, I have Bea Jean Miller. The most
underappreciated human to ever exist.
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Frosted windowpanes surround me
Cool raindrops form rivets
Erasing the condensation
I trace my fingers against the damp glass
Write out my name.
As the sun peeks out from behind the clouds
The day isn’t quite so dreary
I squint as the bright yellow light fills my eyes
Bouncing off the pavement.
The reflection blinds me for a second
Glimpses of green and red flashing by
As we speed down the highway.
Independence by Macey Phipps
in a big world
it's a small house
comfort to a little girl
no fear to announce
my mind in a whirl--
pull the beauty
push the sorrow--
like an empty field
i run through tomorrow
that's how we feel
no hesitation for me to borrow
on that rock
his hand i hold
never set a lock
on his humble abode
don't leave me now
i don't need you to cry
don't be shameful
don't be shy
just be grateful
you gave it a try
again, you will walk this hill
don't give up, until
The Barn by Anonymous
To those who planted these endless pines,
Thank you
To those who raised these barbed borders,
Thank you
To those who built this becoming barn,
Thank you
To those who kept these uncountable cows,
Thank you
To the endless rows of pines that provide air to this Earth,
Thank you
To the able borders keeping these cows at bay,
Thank you
To this bold barn which keeps these cows sheltered,
Thank you
To these courageous cows that provide this Earth with food
Thank you
To the one that created these pleasing pines
Thank you
To the one created the resources to build these borders,
Thank you
To the one that created the trees to build this barn,
Thank you
To the one that created these cantankerous cows,
Thank you
Runaway by Anonymous
I look outside my window
And see how the nightlights illuminate
The dark sidewalk,
Almost making it like a mystery
Scene from a movie.
I stand up and go outside,
I feel the cool breeze on my face
I suddenly get this rush
Of excitement
And run upstairs to pack
A bag full of clothes
And my toothbrush and toothpaste.
I head outside and see the railway
Tracks across the street.
I get this feeling of freedom
And I know exactly where I’m going.
Passion by Anonymous
Passion will make you push yourself farther
Passion will cause you to want more
Passion will stretch you to your limits
Dimensions by Kyle DeLay
Oh pencil, you
Have been found.
Discovered where one
Should never be.
Reduced by a
Dimension, atop
The pavement. You
Have faced the
Worst fate. You
Have perished by
My fault. The
Rush to keep
An appointment
caused me
To drop you
Upon the pavement.
The next day
You were uncovered.
Flatten by my
Mother’s tires.
The Aftermath by Jenny Truong
The rain is falling hard.
Lightning lights the skies.
Muddy puddles forming on the yard.
The water on the ground travels together like allies.
The rain has stopped.
The sun has come out of hiding.
Looking in the garden where the frogs hopped.
Seeing a Rainbow appear is exciting.
one day by Becca Levi
Sometimes it's hard to come back here.
I never thought that one day
this day would come
the colorful fallen leaves
running through the path
crunching all the fallen leaves
the marks left by the rain
holding my hand as we splashed
through every single puddle we saw
I will be back one day
Nos vemos pronto abuelito.
Midnight City by Cate Needleman
A midnight city
all to myself.
No one.
Running for no reason
other than to feel
alive.
The only light
from a lonesome
street lamp.
Illuminating the street
like the sun
in the day.
Give your mind
to the dark.
Indulge.
Let yourself go
into the
darkness.
The feeling
of being
isolated.
Why do we enjoy
the darkness?
Its gripping hands
Holding us.
Surrounding us.
Suffocating us.
Hearing nothing but our breath.
Seeing nothing but black.
Enjoy it to the point
of never wanting
to be jolted.
Alone,
my old friend, we are alone,
for only in this moment.
So, tell me why.
Why do we enjoy
the feeling of isolation.
Why do we
Enjoy the
darkness.
You have to
go.
But before you leave me,
and drown me in light,
answer me this,
Why?
One simple word with
a million different answers.
My midnight city
all to myself.
Someone.
untitled by Clarissa Kauppila
The waves crash and fall all day long.
The beach has sweet serenity for those who wish for it.
The wind is always rushing through your hair like water rushing through the sand.
The sun paints my white skin into a golden tan.
The clouds try not to move so the sunshine will stay.
Although they soon crawl away inch by inch.
Everything soon starts to settle down as the day goes by until tomorrow. Earth hold your beauty for us.
Black Fog by Conor Swift-Christian
The day is cold and bitter like the night
The children run into the streets screaming
Running into the black thick fog tonight
Never heeding the fog that is moving
It reeks of death and lost happy souls
Lurking in the streets against the moonlight
The children skip against the blatant holes
They shine and glisten against the street light
Still never heeding the moonlight woe
The fog expands, eating the night light away
The people watch, watch from their glow
They are smiling as the night turns into day
The fog is coming, waiting for a blow
But the sun is up, so the fear is at bay
Nature by Anonymous
A cruel place
Wet
Cold
Unpredictable
But yet, beautiful
She never seems to disappoint
her creations
unique
Extraordinary
eternal
untitled by Anonymous
The cool dry air of winter contradict its necessity for life, yet its incessant will to live persists.
Its domain scarcely threatened by unworldly creatures unfamiliar with the tropical predator.
Its behavior, existential as it has no self-purpose.
You may ask yourself why such an entity would exist.
Why such a human would desire such a tiny, transforming, tenacious, tropical, treacherous,
truckling creature such as that.
untitled by Anna Lorey
It always keeps me snug
So i don’t feel like a slug
My best friend is my coffee mug
Poem by Mark Lee
Super Bowl 51
Tom Brady the prodigal son
Chris Hogan former lax bro
Now he catches Tom’s throws
Patriots for the win
Matt Ryan sucks
Goodell hands Brady the lombardi
Sky and I will party
untitled by Anonymous
The grasp of winter's hands has been softened
The survivors of the freeze are beginning to liven again
It seems the armies of spring have begun their crusade
yet there is still an ominous chill in the air a warning
that winter is not done wreaking its bitter havoc.
The birds have already begun their preparations,
building the structures that will house their fragile offspring.
Squirrels gathering what little food remains
til the cornucopia of spring arrives.
It looks down on us readying its barrage of aqueous bullets.
She cries her tears of joy.
The eyes leaving their tracks across the face of mother earth
she watches her children grow strong and beautiful
They dance and sing in her warm praise
She knows that there are many that will die
so that others may live
They do not know this,
as many small children do not understand
the complexity and fragility of the strings.
Some try to understand it or simplify it, trying to untangle the strings
just making his own strangle him, by trying to understand it all
one may end up questioning everything and trusting nothing
Yet just as fragile as a fern on the side of a cliff
we cling to our beliefs,
the ground our roots are laid in.
Until we grow too heavy and our roots cannot hold us
Uncertainty by Rachel Crawford
a window has been opened
wind surges in, and with it a sense of uncertainty
it takes hold
grips
shocks
you struggle for breath as society shatters your spirit
lost but driven
a thrilling burst of energy inspires you
you take a breath
for life is a gift
and when the window opens once more
you are ready
Happy Place by Peyton Freeze
Trickling water and rainbow trees,
This is the place that pleases me.
Around the world in 80 days,
Not for me I’d like to stay.
Creatures from far past the milky way,
Come to visit me for play.
This is my happy place,
This is where I’ll stay.
Losing Breath by Noah Thompson
A sinking feeling of dismay
Engulfs me whole as I struggle
To cognize the wails of the sea as it claws
Through my will to remain conscious
The wails dismember my sparring spirit
I sink, beneath the swells of the sea
Were darkness instills fear within me
As I am tossed mercilessly
As I lose sight of the surface
And of hope
Lower I sink into gloom
Treacherous brutes circle me
Silted eyes meticulously analyze
My dissipating breath
Disdaining me, the glowing orbs
Glissade into obscurity
My senses grow distant
Warmth depletes from my body
And the world as I know goes dark
Breath flows from me
Worms through the sea
Rises above the swells of the ocean
Like I couldn’t do breathing
Into the dreary sky my essence goes
As my carcass now sinks lower
underneath the swells
Forevermore
6th and 7th by Michael Johnson
Never have I thought
that my entire
mood, wardrobe, or reason for
living
could change in just a year.
Speedy like
“The Quickster”,
how my mindset
on every, single thing is now
different.
From
perfectly content
with the
cooled blue T-shirt,
in my tiny
Hamden home,
to getting used to my
new, angsty peers,
while hiding in my
new leather jacket.
I once loved the
Cheesy scent
in the kitchen I’ve known for
eleven years.
Now,
cheap lavender incense
fills this strange,
but nice location.
Cocky feelings
while wearing my
Aeropostale messenger bag,
transform into
Sadness in my soul,
As I daydream
about going far away.
California,
being one of the most
Poem by Ian Milholland
I feel a cold breeze across my face
and the heat from the sun
beaming through the trees in the woods
It is calm, calm, calm
I can hear the noise of the birds chirping
and the wind brushing the leaves around
Calm, calm, calm.
untitled by Anonymous
The wind blows
The flag flows
Here stands
The greatest of them all
America
The wind blows
The flag flows
America there she goes
The Porch by Anonymous
Children’s laughter echoes off the tall blue ceiling,
Blue like the sky beckoning bugs to fly away home.
Footsteps in the distance and a jingle of a collar,
Walking in noisy silence along the serene path.
Wrens and Robins flit and flirt in the jasmine vine,
They are so busy yet always seem to find the time.
The steady hum of movement off in the distance,
Why is our world in a constant state of motion?
I am content to sit between the columns out of sight,
Listening to others as they live their happy lives.