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Gentle Chaos

by Jordan Hamel, 18

I surrender
To your harboured guilt,
To desire’s hovering blade.
I surrender
If you’ll have me.
Once standing there pride and mind still intact,
Your own passive freedoms whispering promises,
Promises of sweet redemption,
Promises of fire to ignite our skies,
While we oblivious to the increasing madness
And the people will talk.
Brought to my knees
I drank from chance’s pool.
Reality got the better of you.
One shouldnt be content to to limp along in darkness
When they have wings stolen from the fallen angels.
If you keep holding on your feet won’t leave the ground.
You can change the rules.
No vision of past regret can survive
When tears wash away the harshest judgements.
I surrender,
But it was always your game.

December 2010

 

Share With Me

by Troy Fattorini

Picking up the past
Shaking off the rust
Remembering the old days
Stories gaining trust

Sitting next to you
Hearing you talk about yourself
Favorite thing to do
Learning about your wealth

Memories are like gold
Sharing a gift like Christmas
Remembering days of old
I would never miss this

Tell me about it all
The days that used to be
My confidence gets tall
Your past enlightens me

Lets reminisce over it all
What used to be
The past is what we have
Future we cannot see

December 2010

 

Poem

by Lea

I call out but no one takes notice
Because to them I'm just someone else
How could my problems be any worse than theirs?
But they don't know
They don't know how all of the little things pile up
Like dead leaves in autumn
And slowly choke me
I'm standing on the edge and looking down

September 2010

People

By Isabella Walsh

Some people never watch
But always know what's there
Some people leave forever
But they are always here

Some people never cry
But wail from the heart
Some people always knew
To trust you from the start

Some people always look
But never see a thing
Some people never smile
But are beaming from within

Some people always stop
But keep on passing by
Some people step on up
Until they reach the sky

September 2010

Untitled

By Shakira Ray-Matthews, 16

Some things we don't forget.
Sometimes we can't forgive.
When will you figure out that
Life is harder than death?
Don't let it slip, just hold on
It could easily fall through
Your fingertips, don't you get it?
Stop living in oblivion
Your ignorance is hurting you more
Than the pain that you find
In all the streets of this world
You forgot what happiness is
Do you even ember how to smile?
There is no faking one anymore
Your heart in a state of exile
That's when you called out
You started screaming
And I came over to you
You looked at me with pleading
Eyes wide with terror, fear in your face
I'm just a nameless nobody,
You wouldn't remember my face
In years to come a forgotten memory
But you will live by my words
From now what else could you do Just those words of wisdom
That you paint on your face
And dress in each day
Just keep pretending, smile,
That's what you do to make life worthwhile
You pretend you're happy
And then one day, no more
Will you have to be fake
Because someone will come
And take your life away'
So for now just listen,
To the cry of the earth
One day you will be gone,
Asleep in the dirt.

September 2010

Untitled

by Abi Harris

Read me a story,
Sing me a song,
just do something,
to show I belong.

Write me a poem,
beam with admiration,
listen to my fears,
life's stories declaration.

Tell me I'm special,
celebrate my glee,
make my eyes light up,
show me what to see.

When I'm in trouble,
you'll make sure it's fine,
when my world's fallen apart,
you'll be my heartline.

August 2010

My reality

By Emily Peterson

I stand and watch with envy,
Just watching while pushing back tears.
I see a mother arguing with her daughter,
While the daughter argues with father and brothers.

My vision slowly gets blurrier and blurrier,
As the tears prepare to rain down.
Your probably annoyed with each other,
Yet you have no idea how lucky you are.

I turn and watch a mother hugging her daughter,
While whispering those three little words "I love you".
Words you have heard so much you roll your eyes at,
Yet I have no memory of a mother saying that to me.

Finally the pressure becomes too much,
A tear breaks through the barrier.
It rolls down my cheek as my heart reaches out,
As my heart longs for my mother again and again.

But yet again i am left there alone,
The flood gates break and tears come.
I turn around and walk away,
Knowing my dream will never be reality.

August 2010

mechanical birds

By Maria Allen

i. she captured the stars in her hands, gliding across the stage
that became her sky, blossoming red and gold into the evening air.
approaching the end, and losing height. the scream ripped
out as she fell, scarlet feathers just out of reach while her
dislocated wings hung limp at her sides.

ii. regrets that spring to her mouth, slide off her tongue,
echoing in her head. the world spins around her. dizzying, rain
fallen faster than she could ever dream of, mockingly keeping
her waiting for the last moment. the wind whispering comfort in
her ears, she is caught on the breeze and holds onto nothing
but herself.

iii. reaching out blindly she closes her eyes and hopes with all
she is, that the world is not as cruel as it seems, and that
somewhere, someone will find her. she gives herself up to the
sky, dissolved by the light of the morning sun, and falls as rain
over the empty minds of the ones she left behind.

July 2010

The Sound of You

By Maria Allen

i. empty buildings, broken glass
littered with newspapers, crying out
words that won't be read again.

ii. muffled voices, behind closed doors
itch like mosquito bites
never shift the headache.

iii. motion, follow you
shifting your vision
unblinking.

iv. take it in, reality
the space under your bed
dust-coated, forgotten.

v. shiver, behind you
nothing there
fingers creep over your shoulders.

vi. first love, recollection
stay in isolation
a bruise that doesn't fade.

vii. winter, snow falls
children playing
ashes fly up beneath their feet.

viii. a scream, stand frozen
never see her again
last moments.

ix. too late, spectators
like vultures, circling
reach for you.

x. slow motion, no more
take it in
silence.

July 2010

Searching, but never finding

By Zed McCloskey

Is beauty really found in the spoken word?
In the foreign language, made up of exotic sounds?
In the tale that invokes memories we thought we'd lost?
In the music that stirs something inside of us?
Is beauty really found between the pages of a book?
In the words written by a long dead man?
In the poetry that we love, but makes no sense?
In the story that lives longer than the words that told it?
Is beauty really found on the walls of an art gallery?
In the face of a stranger, made out of clay?
In the picture thats our window to another world?
In the doodles that show us inside a persons mind?
Is beauty found away from civilization?
In the animals that live such simplistic lives?
In the old trees, so strong, yet so vulnerable?
In the land thats been eaten away by time?
Is beauty just order in the chaos?
Is it the birth of an idea?
The creation of something out of nothing?
The places we can never go?
The things that we can never know?
Is it just another word?
Something to take up space in my dictionary?
Or is it the relief that we feel when something finally makes sense?

July 2010

Cries of Sadness

By Emily Peterson

You see me as I walk out into the morning sunlight,

As I trudge into the barn,

With a heavy heart that weighs me down.

You taste the milk that I've milked,

Done by hard working hands.

The milk of my only prized possession.

You hear my cries of sadness,

Like the wind howling in the distance,

My cries for joy sail away with it.

But soon, you will no longer,

Taste, see nor hear.

For then I will no longer be near,

But far, in the world of the dead.

May 2010

All connected

By Emily Peterson

Thoughts in my head,

Feelings in my heart,

Expressions on my face,

Words in my mouth,

Paper and pen in my hands,

Not achieving much.

But as they connect,

Thoughts become feelings,

Feelings turn into expressions,

Expressions transform into words,

And words are written down.

Then the magic is started.

Characters are born,

Places are created,

And their message spoken.

Thoughts in my head,

Feelings in my heart,

Expressions on my face,

Words in my mouth,

Paper and pen in my hands,

All connected to achieve their purposes.

May 2010