Poem
Writing
It Was Ricky
By Anna Schmeermomma momma momma
it was ricky it was ricky
momma don’t believe that it was ricky who done it
she thinks i killed him
momma momma momma
don’t call the fuzz
it was ricky it was ricky
carpet girl
By Yasi Farahmandniain this town
words hold hostages
not meaning.
if i cry i will
bleed, and i will
lose,
integrity and i will
rip apart the frontdrop that has
made my portraits pretty
for (maybe) minutes on end.
Silverfish
By Kayla DoubravaI’ve never understood why people are so disgusted
by silverfish.
I like the little guys.
They way they scurry around from place to place,
they’ve always got somewhere to be,
perhaps because they don’t like where they are.
I know the feeling.
The Heaven We’ve Been Slouching Toward Is Not the Heaven
By Haley Renee BornI feel that if I move from this spot I will die. But I take a step forward and don’t.
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
The Trees and Us
By Rachel StanderOnce, before the people moved in,
before they took my brothers
and sisters
and cousins
and friends,
I saw the sun.
I grew up
and I grew strong,
trying to reach the sky.
I meant to make
the world beautiful,
but I was robbed
Five Fingers To Count a Hand
By Callan LathamI wake before you and in the darkness,
I don’t recognize you right away.
Your lashes bring their own light,
full like fields of crows,
a murder of crows. The birds nested
on the hill I’m sure I’ve told you about
in front of the tomb, white stones holding
Fancy a Game of Darts, Anyone?
By Olivia HumphreyPouring all of the liquor you can find in the house down the drain is the most fun the daughter of an alcoholic can have without attending therapy. Isn’t that how the saying goes?
the code of separation
By Katie Stanos7 november 2017 (sight)
your veiny, wan feet/expansion/between you/the floorboards/creation of
space
smacking the granite countertop breaks
infinity they say
Treading Water
By Katherine D. WestbrookThis is the pretend-dream,
where I am teaching you to swim,
and your body and my body
remember their names in the water.
We pull them from the lake
where they’ve been drowning,
covered in salt, covered in
sweat and horsetails.
Without Heaven
By Ada HellerI know
that when I die
I’ll sink into the soil
Be eaten by all the things I’ve eaten
Become the dirt for all to walk upon
I know that my thoughts are just neurons firing
That my heart is a collection of molecules
that happen to beat
Goosebumps and Gummy Bears
By Gillian KnaebelI am from hard worn leather beneath my feet.
Watching my second home from my favorite place,
4 feet above the ground.
From sounds of gymnastics filling my ears
to a layer of chalk and sweat that coats everything from my
legs to the inside of my throat
Letters from College
By Megan SchrekHey, I miss you
School started yesterday and
I really couldn’t stand
You not being there
They had a pasta bar in the cafeteria
The germs wouldn’t mesh well with your hypochondria,
But the butter noodles were okay
Spaghetti Boyfriend
By Emma AndersonYou were my
Spaghetti boyfriend
Blonde
Full of spaghetti
That’s all I really
Know about you
You were my
Only friend
Bright
Full of potential
It’s strange how I don’t
Remember you
Plight of the Introvert
By Kayla DoubravaTyping the conclusion of my English essay,
in a loud, dimly lit coffee shop,
I peer over my laptop screen
and see the type of girl you only see
in pictures.
What if the World Had Peace
By Tim Cookechorus
What if the world had peace,
no one in the world would have to sleep wit a piece,
i need to find inter peace,
the peace that’s inside of me.
we all need peace it’s what provides for thee,
The Writer
By Connor RiceCreating worlds
The writer does
Is it not?
Conveying a message
With interconnected words
And a simple plot
A thousand ideas
A single pen
The writer has at hand
Yet nothing goes
Onto the blank page
Even at his command
Take a Good Look
By Michelle OrtizWhat do you see,
when you look at me?
Do you see my different ethnicities?
I’m Mexican
I’m French
I’m White
TO claim one any of,
Those aren’t quite right
I was born on american land
Therefore I am American
Love Overpowers Evil
By Maddie MiguelAn ordinary villager was he
Poor and only twenty-three
His name was Benjamin
And the princess’s heart he wished to win.
The Princess he so wanted to have
But knowing his chances, he grew sad
Big Brother
By Robert WilliamsMy big brother was shot and killed late night October 17th
At a house party just relaxing trying to do his thing
Got into an Altercation but decided to walk away
But the oppose continued agitating all out of his rage
The Arts Are a Religion
By Alexx GrahamThe congregation; working actors, writers, dancers, and painters looking for inspiration
The ministry; museum curators, storytellers, and teachers that spread the word
The saints; those who made sacrifices for art’s sake and are forever embedded in history