Friday, June 8, 2018

Pierced my soul until your hate was etched upon my face
You
Plundered my beauty and gambled it for shame
You
Slit my throat and avulsed my screaming lungs
You
Locked me in a dungeon of ruin and threw away the key
You

Hidden in the shadows of this prison
Is the cruel, commanding key
Chiseled on its core
Is a word
I no longer know

Love




-Melody Yu
Your device shines
into the net’s capabilities.
The senseless syndicate
removes sentience from one’s self.

Hours upon hours
dumped into the rectangle.
Screens glisten with allurement
with every tempting occurrence.

Every streak and every tweet
bites away at time’s hourglass.
Ssss!
The last grain fell.

No party animal would support this:
the dehumanization of our cognition.
Yet the degradation of humanity’s conscience
has already begun.

The dust looms ahead,
entering a perpetual cycle of day-lit excitement
and black-blizzard downfall.
No one saw this coming.

“Innocent until proven guilty”
is the hallmark of American democracy.
We all promote our innocence
yet all we show is guilt.




-Michael  Wong
Trees

A tree, A tree
A playground for me.
A tree provides me joy
A tree provides me fun

The tree is reaching down to me so
I can climb it
I can swing on it
I can run around it.

When I am feeling blue
or got nothing to do
Trees can turn my feelings around
When I can make a tree my playground

Branches as slides
The tree’s body as a ladder
Once I am playing on this tree
Everything matters

OH NO!!

It is time to go
But next time
the trees will show

A tree is joy like a call of fun
Trees are for everyone
A tree, A tree
A playground for me.




-Mikael Reed

Her

The casket goes
Lower
And lower
And lower


People weep all around
Sobbing, wailing and silently crying
Noses blown, hands held
Hugs given

She looks peacefully asleep
Her face seems like a baby at rest
No strain near the eyes and no creases between the brows
Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Ceremony hits its end
I want my lucky clover,
To revive, retrieve, return her to me
Wake up, wake up wake up!

I remember her as living, loving, laughing
Her life was like a blossoming rose
Flourishing, fragrant and fresh
And she was dazzling



Ink black lace shines into view
tears blinding me, I think
The blossoming rose is freshly cut,
and it’s going to go somewhere special

She could brighten a room like a fluorescent light
She could make you feel loved, loved like a mother caressing her child

She’ll be most happy wherever she may go
Because she’ll be living, loving and laughing




-Leah Punnoose

I am #73
Race One:
The crowd roars,
just like the engines of the cars
The green is one lap away
And we’re off!
Speeding the train
Slamming the gears
3rd.

Race Two:
The crowd rumbles,
just like the engines of the cars
The white, one lap way
And #32 is out!
Slowing down
Swerving
2nd.

Race Three:
The crowd rattles,
just like the engines of the cars
The checkered is one lap away
The cars are rounding the fourth turn
And #73 has slipped the turn!
Oversteer
Understeer
We corrected
And #73 has won the race




-Aiden Hanzalik

At first
I felt
nothing.
Then
excruciating
pain.
Then
nothing
Once
again.
I looked
down
To see
her blade
Inside my chest, and my blood
Droplets of sparkling ruby against
The perfect grass
Though I did not
Scream, I did not make any sound
And I looked up, my love, light
He cried, and I said, “Please do not cry,
For I have lived a good life, and perhaps it is just my time"
But still he cried
My vision flickered,
a feeble fight against a
fixed fate, my breathing
Waned  like the white moon
that graced the last night’s
sky, but I did not care
It was just my time
Time seemed to stop
And waver around me
The wind felt cold on my
skin, It was a matter of time
Before my time was up
But I did not try to fight
I had lived a good life
Full of adventure and love
Lost time, lost words
And things I wish I hadn’t
said, the memories
brought a tear to my
eye, Even as my
vision failed
For I have lived
a good life, And
perhaps, it
was just
my
time




-Alexa Gabor

.

You’re in a car
Driving
Cruising along
Carefree

You are as happy as can be
Happy like a bunny
With a carrot

You’re excited
filled with adrenaline
So you decide you should go faster

You gradually pick up the pace
And before you know it,
You can’t hit the break

Your car spins out of control  
The scary sound screams and
Starts to seep through your mind
As you realize…..

You’re about to hit a wall
Finally aware of what’s happening
you try to end it all

Blinking lights
Wheels spinning left and right
Slamming on the breaks
All over the place

Doing everything you can
To end this mess

But it’s too late
All you hear is
BANG
As loud as a meteorite crashing onto earth  

You’re in a ditch
A deep ditch
seemingly bottomless
A deep, bottomless, endless ditch

And something finally catches your eye

Fire

The ambulance is here
But there is no saving you
AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

All of a sudden
You
Are
Gone



-Michaela DeFrancisco
The rich creamy batter,
Sizzling
Bubbling
Rising

A firm flip exposes a fluffy fortune
A golden brown underbelly
Crisp yet spongey
Sweet yet light

Some small
Some large
Some hiding chocolate treasures
Some globbed in gooey, golden syrup
Others blessed with bursting blueberries
Others carefully caressed with whipped cream
All of them delicious  




-Tomoki Cooper
Apology

It goes back
A few years or so,
With a bond as tight as Ziploc.

Same classes,
Close lockers,
Endless sleepovers

Then something came in between.
Who knows the who, what, and whys?
Maybe too much control.

Simple confrontation turned to much more.
Parents got involved
Friends came to pick and choose sides
Hurtful words flooded,
Secrets spilled.

Next came the careful, cautious contemplation.
“Should I forgive?”
It wasn’t sudden
Very gradual,
Considering the pros and cons

Face to face, feared yet fierce.
Verbal matters and questions.
Socially, it was awkward,
Just as awful as a nightmare.

It was a little rough around the edges,
But it was granted.
We remain drifted apart
But are closer than ever.

At the end of the day,
When there’s trouble,
The understanding is unbelievable.

Friends can make time,
Regardless of the circumstances.

The arguments were smaller than the bond,
And forgiveness was the aid.




-Kaylynn Buonpastore