Vior La Vie En Rose
Dynasty Covington
All my life I have always been alone
Friends and family were never there making
The sadness grow
I was blinded by one color,
Feeling emptiness inside
Exhaling life’s craziness and always
Wanting to cry
But then one day as the weather grew colder
I met one soul making my eyes much brighter
I finally found my way closer to the light
The one people see when they are finding a
New life
Because of you, you ease the pain
What I bore for so long
I want to let you know you were what I
Needed all along
Universe
By Carina Shaw
Stars aligned in the universe
Dancing every song
While singing the right verse
But some singing wrong
Asteroids and rocks breaking apart
Filling the empty space with great sigh
Hearing crumbling far below it’s heart
Seeing the abstract art painted across the sky
Wandering specs of dust
In a world far bigger than they
Some as small as sawdust
Slowly they decay
Their end they met
Still unmade for us just yet
Hale-Flake School
By Carina Shaw
Stumbling eyes fell upon the worn out cracked building
Feeling of passion and pain of the sight soaring down on his eyes
Quickly stumbling up the old worn down steps
The misty air hitting his face as the creaking glass doors opened
Curiosity became pain as imagination became sight
Footsteps hit the concrete floor slowly
The faint voice of chattering filled the air
The trembling voice of him became an echo throughout the empty halls
Rooms filled with books of cobwebs and stains
Some desks and chairs
Many others of cleaning supplies and tools of all sort
Unexplained noises were coming about
Slowly more steps were taken
One shorter then the next
Sounds of banging and screams echoed
The feeling of a finger ran against his aching bone
The air of a voice ran over his neck
The sight of bones before him
Wrinkled face
Low eyes
Slow heart beat
Spoken words exited the pale face
Raspy words entered his ears
Warnings of aching souls
And slow movement
Footsteps moving quickly across the concrete floor
Gasping for breath
His young body healed over years of growing
Young boy now of age reentered the worn down building
Owning the busted floors and creaking walls now
He studied the spot of which stood his young self stood
Feeling of nervousness and aching bones
Teachers and students gathered for reopening
Curious and anxious the build became prosperous
Old wise teachers filled halls and rooms
Kids of young age entered early
Teachers who have been present of many years for the building
As they observed the man now of age
Still curious from the difference from all those years ago
The eldest of the professors stood before him
Raspy vocal cords had filled his throat
Of sight became history and present became memory
He stumbled
Of pale face
Of raspy voice
Of slow movement
He reached into memories
Hoping for answers
Falling to concrete
The laughter of children
The chattering voices entering his mind
Pounding of which he awoke
Faces surrounded of him
Studying every movement
The sound of raspy vocal cords and pale face
Standing beside him
Medications and aches
He arose
For many a time he sat in bed
Hoping for an exit
Footsteps rushed to glass
The air rushing up at him
He jumped
The cold wet grass on him
The sight of life fell out of him
There stood
My draining life
His heart stops at the sight
And his eyes slowly draining of life
The last sight of his eyes
Seeing the worn out cracked building
As curiosity became pain, imagination became sight
What I Want You To Know
By Katie Hovan
To everybody,
What I want you to know.
That throughout your heart, mind, and soul.
There is a person that’s pure as gold.
No matter what anyone says, you’re perfect.
Even though you say and think no,
then tell me, what was you’re original role.
They say you’re ugly, stupid, bad.
But why does it matter,
if you know to find the you inside of me.
Throughout the hurt you know,
There is something deeper,
A person of confidence, beauty, and life;
That keeps the light going all through the night.
So to my readers, believers, and critics alike.
A message from me;
I hope you see the potential in you.
Your life has meaning, a purpose too.
Some light at the end of a tunnel,
to help guide you on your way.
On a roller coaster in this book we call life;
There will be the ups and downs.
For how could there not be.
But hold on, hold on.
You’re much more than you seem.
A Dream Turned Nightmare
by Molly Dixon
There’s so much I wanted from the relationship
Not just happiness and love
More than that
I know it’s hard to believe there’s more but to me there is so much more
More than marriages
More than kids
More that just kids
More than just some random relationship that started out of nowhere for no reason
All I wanted was some support and trust
I don’t want a relationship filled with lust
Nothing with sadness and hate
Something that makes you want to wake up and hate to go to sleep
It’s not made of I’m sorrys and it’s my faults
We went from happiness and I love you text messages to leave me alone and I need to be left alone
It’s not the same anymore
You used to care about so much and how you seem to try
I’m not saying you don’t I’m just saying that caring isn’t an emotion
It’s everything
My mind is dark like the cellar in the basement
It’s more like the dusty stairs in my house, left untouched
If I had to compare our relationship to something it would have to be like how all the leaves feel,
when winter comes and takes over
The leaves are beautiful but must leave because of something more powerful
It’s freezing like the outside
The warmth means good but can’t get through
It’s dark and cold
When it was warm it was amazing but it didn’t last long
Leaving me alone to rot
Sitting alone in silence
It feels as though my anxiety is taking over
The walls are closing in on me
While I sit and take it I feel as though I am weak
Your memory feels like a dream
It can be there one minute and gone the next
It’s like life
You’re there for awhile and all of the sudden…
You’re gone forever
Sonnet 1
by Haneen Omar
Can gratitude be a form or art?
It can lead to an amazing ending
And it can also be a great start
Like a pencil you’re lending, depending
Can lead to someone’s creativity
And can show them beauty in that art
Crystal clear, almost seen vividly
At the end of the day you did your part
And then maybe you won’t have to pretend
So when you don’t feel confidential
And then maybe when you reach for your dead-end
And now that person lends you the pencil
Just like your heart has a heart-beat
That feeling of gratitude will bring peace
Thousand Voices
by Dawn Thomas
The memory never leaves
Their voices reply thousand times
I am never free
Replaying every memory that dies
Until the room goes bleak
I want to be normal
But the voices melody turns me into a freak
Capturing everything informal
Voices are dark
Evil and Menacing
Voices just stay park
The voices punishing everything I do
Voices of sounds
Voices of a thousand
Ocean
by Tianna Burroughs
Ocean
Dark, deep, cloudy, airy.
Pounding, echoing, ringing.
Living, breathing, dying.
This is the ocean.
Falling deeper into dreams.
Suffocating on your own thoughts.
Waiting silently, hoping, for noise.
Met with crashing.
This is the ocean.
Beautiful, sparkling, shining.
Treacherous, hazardous, perilous.
This is the ocean.
Dynasty Covington
All my life I have always been alone
Friends and family were never there making
The sadness grow
I was blinded by one color,
Feeling emptiness inside
Exhaling life’s craziness and always
Wanting to cry
But then one day as the weather grew colder
I met one soul making my eyes much brighter
I finally found my way closer to the light
The one people see when they are finding a
New life
Because of you, you ease the pain
What I bore for so long
I want to let you know you were what I
Needed all along
Universe
By Carina Shaw
Stars aligned in the universe
Dancing every song
While singing the right verse
But some singing wrong
Asteroids and rocks breaking apart
Filling the empty space with great sigh
Hearing crumbling far below it’s heart
Seeing the abstract art painted across the sky
Wandering specs of dust
In a world far bigger than they
Some as small as sawdust
Slowly they decay
Their end they met
Still unmade for us just yet
Hale-Flake School
By Carina Shaw
Stumbling eyes fell upon the worn out cracked building
Feeling of passion and pain of the sight soaring down on his eyes
Quickly stumbling up the old worn down steps
The misty air hitting his face as the creaking glass doors opened
Curiosity became pain as imagination became sight
Footsteps hit the concrete floor slowly
The faint voice of chattering filled the air
The trembling voice of him became an echo throughout the empty halls
Rooms filled with books of cobwebs and stains
Some desks and chairs
Many others of cleaning supplies and tools of all sort
Unexplained noises were coming about
Slowly more steps were taken
One shorter then the next
Sounds of banging and screams echoed
The feeling of a finger ran against his aching bone
The air of a voice ran over his neck
The sight of bones before him
Wrinkled face
Low eyes
Slow heart beat
Spoken words exited the pale face
Raspy words entered his ears
Warnings of aching souls
And slow movement
Footsteps moving quickly across the concrete floor
Gasping for breath
His young body healed over years of growing
Young boy now of age reentered the worn down building
Owning the busted floors and creaking walls now
He studied the spot of which stood his young self stood
Feeling of nervousness and aching bones
Teachers and students gathered for reopening
Curious and anxious the build became prosperous
Old wise teachers filled halls and rooms
Kids of young age entered early
Teachers who have been present of many years for the building
As they observed the man now of age
Still curious from the difference from all those years ago
The eldest of the professors stood before him
Raspy vocal cords had filled his throat
Of sight became history and present became memory
He stumbled
Of pale face
Of raspy voice
Of slow movement
He reached into memories
Hoping for answers
Falling to concrete
The laughter of children
The chattering voices entering his mind
Pounding of which he awoke
Faces surrounded of him
Studying every movement
The sound of raspy vocal cords and pale face
Standing beside him
Medications and aches
He arose
For many a time he sat in bed
Hoping for an exit
Footsteps rushed to glass
The air rushing up at him
He jumped
The cold wet grass on him
The sight of life fell out of him
There stood
My draining life
His heart stops at the sight
And his eyes slowly draining of life
The last sight of his eyes
Seeing the worn out cracked building
As curiosity became pain, imagination became sight
What I Want You To Know
By Katie Hovan
To everybody,
What I want you to know.
That throughout your heart, mind, and soul.
There is a person that’s pure as gold.
No matter what anyone says, you’re perfect.
Even though you say and think no,
then tell me, what was you’re original role.
They say you’re ugly, stupid, bad.
But why does it matter,
if you know to find the you inside of me.
Throughout the hurt you know,
There is something deeper,
A person of confidence, beauty, and life;
That keeps the light going all through the night.
So to my readers, believers, and critics alike.
A message from me;
I hope you see the potential in you.
Your life has meaning, a purpose too.
Some light at the end of a tunnel,
to help guide you on your way.
On a roller coaster in this book we call life;
There will be the ups and downs.
For how could there not be.
But hold on, hold on.
You’re much more than you seem.
A Dream Turned Nightmare
by Molly Dixon
There’s so much I wanted from the relationship
Not just happiness and love
More than that
I know it’s hard to believe there’s more but to me there is so much more
More than marriages
More than kids
More that just kids
More than just some random relationship that started out of nowhere for no reason
All I wanted was some support and trust
I don’t want a relationship filled with lust
Nothing with sadness and hate
Something that makes you want to wake up and hate to go to sleep
It’s not made of I’m sorrys and it’s my faults
We went from happiness and I love you text messages to leave me alone and I need to be left alone
It’s not the same anymore
You used to care about so much and how you seem to try
I’m not saying you don’t I’m just saying that caring isn’t an emotion
It’s everything
My mind is dark like the cellar in the basement
It’s more like the dusty stairs in my house, left untouched
If I had to compare our relationship to something it would have to be like how all the leaves feel,
when winter comes and takes over
The leaves are beautiful but must leave because of something more powerful
It’s freezing like the outside
The warmth means good but can’t get through
It’s dark and cold
When it was warm it was amazing but it didn’t last long
Leaving me alone to rot
Sitting alone in silence
It feels as though my anxiety is taking over
The walls are closing in on me
While I sit and take it I feel as though I am weak
Your memory feels like a dream
It can be there one minute and gone the next
It’s like life
You’re there for awhile and all of the sudden…
You’re gone forever
Sonnet 1
by Haneen Omar
Can gratitude be a form or art?
It can lead to an amazing ending
And it can also be a great start
Like a pencil you’re lending, depending
Can lead to someone’s creativity
And can show them beauty in that art
Crystal clear, almost seen vividly
At the end of the day you did your part
And then maybe you won’t have to pretend
So when you don’t feel confidential
And then maybe when you reach for your dead-end
And now that person lends you the pencil
Just like your heart has a heart-beat
That feeling of gratitude will bring peace
Thousand Voices
by Dawn Thomas
The memory never leaves
Their voices reply thousand times
I am never free
Replaying every memory that dies
Until the room goes bleak
I want to be normal
But the voices melody turns me into a freak
Capturing everything informal
Voices are dark
Evil and Menacing
Voices just stay park
The voices punishing everything I do
Voices of sounds
Voices of a thousand
Ocean
by Tianna Burroughs
Ocean
Dark, deep, cloudy, airy.
Pounding, echoing, ringing.
Living, breathing, dying.
This is the ocean.
Falling deeper into dreams.
Suffocating on your own thoughts.
Waiting silently, hoping, for noise.
Met with crashing.
This is the ocean.
Beautiful, sparkling, shining.
Treacherous, hazardous, perilous.
This is the ocean.