By Rico Colley
At the center of attention,
what once was.
It was living, now not even dead.
Long since gone from this earth,
cracking and dusty.
Resembling little of what we look like,
faded white colors like life and heat
just sucked out completely.
Holes for eyes like a black, never-ending abyss
they are hypnotizing.
Teeth are falling out,
but it still smiles, evilly.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Time
By Travis Chambers
When we are young the years edge by.
8 years slowly turns to 9
As if waiting for us to soak up everything we possibly can.
13 years rolls into 14 and soon 15.
Some say now is the time to plan your life.
As we start gaining knowledge
Time starts gaining speed.
28 years becomes 29 and before long 30.
The responsibility piles up on our shoulders,
Almost too much to bear but we get through it.
70 turns to 71 then becomes 72.
Our cup of experience overflows into our family and friends
If we are lucky we live even longer to
97 and then 98 and 99.
You have nearly lived for a century
And now Times slows down so you may enjoy your last days with your family.
When we are young the years edge by.
8 years slowly turns to 9
As if waiting for us to soak up everything we possibly can.
13 years rolls into 14 and soon 15.
Some say now is the time to plan your life.
As we start gaining knowledge
Time starts gaining speed.
28 years becomes 29 and before long 30.
The responsibility piles up on our shoulders,
Almost too much to bear but we get through it.
70 turns to 71 then becomes 72.
Our cup of experience overflows into our family and friends
If we are lucky we live even longer to
97 and then 98 and 99.
You have nearly lived for a century
And now Times slows down so you may enjoy your last days with your family.
The Truth
By Alex Grossman
What once was,
Is no more.
What is now,
Will not survive.
One must
Comprehend,
The truth in
Extinction.
And the
Fact, that
Things never
Last.
Memories survive,
But people,
Don’t last
Forever.
What once was,
Is no more.
What is now,
Will not survive.
One must
Comprehend,
The truth in
Extinction.
And the
Fact, that
Things never
Last.
Memories survive,
But people,
Don’t last
Forever.
The Whistle Of The Wind
By Willy Lee
The sound of the wind passing through
The tree whistled like a ghost whispering in your ear
Sweet melodies trifled all who listened
Quiet and smooth
The melody tamed the dark night
Quick and splendid
The wind arrives then passes
Delightful peddles wipe and rub against the ground as it flows with the wind
The wind blew again and the whistle came
You could hear the thumping of your own heartbeat
You listen closely as the wind was now making almost a symphony
A feeling of love rushes in and engulfs you
The winds stopped
You wait for it to come once again
The stillness continued
You then realize the wind would not return
The sound of the wind passing through
The tree whistled like a ghost whispering in your ear
Sweet melodies trifled all who listened
Quiet and smooth
The melody tamed the dark night
Quick and splendid
The wind arrives then passes
Delightful peddles wipe and rub against the ground as it flows with the wind
The wind blew again and the whistle came
You could hear the thumping of your own heartbeat
You listen closely as the wind was now making almost a symphony
A feeling of love rushes in and engulfs you
The winds stopped
You wait for it to come once again
The stillness continued
You then realize the wind would not return
Obsession
By Jordan Vasquez
All through life everyone looks for greatness
But some don’t realize life isn’t perfect,
When the humans who try to be the
Hero ends up being the villain.
For some strange reason they don’t understand
If you go through life with just one goal
You will never reach this point
Without seeing yourself
Change in numerous
Ways.
The “perfect person” that you’ve seen in your sleep
Is just a figment in the eyes of a regular.
Through this you
You were
Fake. THIS IS AN OBSESSION.
All through life everyone looks for greatness
But some don’t realize life isn’t perfect,
When the humans who try to be the
Hero ends up being the villain.
For some strange reason they don’t understand
If you go through life with just one goal
You will never reach this point
Without seeing yourself
Change in numerous
Ways.
The “perfect person” that you’ve seen in your sleep
Is just a figment in the eyes of a regular.
Through this you
You were
Fake. THIS IS AN OBSESSION.
What is Fire?
By Travis Chambers
What is Fire?
Is it the determination
In someone’s eyes to do something great?
Is it destruction, killing many
In its ruthless rampage?
What about light and heat making life possible?
What is Fire truly?
Is it good or is evil?
Perhaps Both?
What is Fire?
Is it the determination
In someone’s eyes to do something great?
Is it destruction, killing many
In its ruthless rampage?
What about light and heat making life possible?
What is Fire truly?
Is it good or is evil?
Perhaps Both?
30 Seconds
By Taylor Mullin
Sitting, slouching,
Fingers drumming,
Twitching, humming.
Clock is ticking,
Me watching,
The teacher’s talking,
Am I listening sort-of,
But her voice is more like
White noise at this point,
No longer meaningful,
Sound.
Tick, tock,
Tick
Tock.
The seconds seem to grow
Slower.
Twitching , anxious
So ready to run,
Hungry for freedom,
If only the bell would
Ring.
Sitting, slouching,
Fingers drumming,
Twitching, humming.
Clock is ticking,
Me watching,
The teacher’s talking,
Am I listening sort-of,
But her voice is more like
White noise at this point,
No longer meaningful,
Sound.
Tick, tock,
Tick
Tock.
The seconds seem to grow
Slower.
Twitching , anxious
So ready to run,
Hungry for freedom,
If only the bell would
Ring.
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