Emily Gonzales
In the dark
in the dark alone
nowhere to go
thoughts running through my body
striking every inch of my nerves
like lighting
zap it goes
in the dark alone
nowhere to go
tears running down my cheek
drowning every part of me
hitting all the curves like a tsunami
in the dark alone
nowhere to go
checking the clock, time to time
seeing when it’s right to close my eyes and sink
sink to silence
(shhh be quiet)
im in the dark alone.
…
nowhere to go but the place I call home
but the place that is home is not near
so I stay in the unknown,
nowhere… in the dark alone
Quiet by sophomore Kayleigh Coll
If you are really quiet
Quieter than and owl in flight,
Quieter than a baby’s dreams,
Quieter than the moon going through its phases,
Quieter than the old oak breathing,
Then you might hear the sun rise.
It starts off as a small humming,
A nearly silent symphony of songbirds opening
their eyes,
A wondrous whisper of water drops laying down to
rest on leaves,
A gentle gasping escaped from river rocks,
And the flickering out of street lights.
It gets louder,
So now deer waking up can be heard.
With cats stretching,
And bears yawning.
With beds being unmade,
And tea bubbling on distant stoves.
Suddenly, it seems the world is awake.
Each sunflower has found the sun.
Each breakfast has been cooked,
Each child has been driven to school.
Each ant has gone to work
Each bird has begun to sing.
The stars have gone to sleep.
Would you listen with me?
Kylie Van Cleave
Something About The Way The World Has Come Together To Work Today
We swam uphill through waving grass blades that cut our skin into diverse factions of body mass
Eyelashes blink slow motion in wind rolling off our face, sends our hair tumbling around our shoulders
Is there a soundtrack for what we are at the moment? No?
Eyes trace horizon back and forth and once again. Arms raise till one-hundred-eighty degrees
Parallel to the ground were there a plane extending from the point contiguous to feet, touch dirt- soil
The grain of light beaded sand interwoven in hair- hair waves back at ocean waving at life-form staring
Blue like sea life- thalassophobia like sharks prick under skin- galeophobia doesn’t belong to these organs like the former
And yet, still; mesmerized by the presence of void similar in shape and fashion to the one of the world we set our lives
You’re still staring, dear, you want to see the bottom but the floor of the ocean is a factor you don’t trifle with, no
You don’t look for reasons to be something other than the fruit tree you grow to become
Staring at the ocean still trying to evoke emotion from your memories like glass before they slide away past blade grass
Do you understand the consequences of the moment you paused and chose to fall in love with the world?
Does it take you back again, frail shell of problem child? No-
Does it cause tension in your rhomboid minor? Feel like geometrical rhythms pulsing and pushing outwards?
We fall asleep like children lost in the verticals of us, sleeping over the monsters looming above us
Still waiting for something to come up, we stretch, unsure of what we are preparing to grasp at
Does this chill your bones again? No?
Fool by Sam Perez Loreto
I was foolish
To think that my hands could create life
As I listened to the heartbeat of a child
In the womb.
(Foolish)
To think that my five year old hands
Could reach for the pure heavens and
Belong in a place for me.
I was foolish
To imagine that my hidden wings
Could be accepted into this
World.
(Foolish)
As my future was already decided
By someone’s lips forming a single word.
Gay.
I was foolish
To trust something so innocent
And pure
Knowing it would get slaughtered
The second it tried to breath.
I drown in an ocean of
Silence as my body becomes
A memory
And my heartbeat will be the last sound
I ever hear because I believed I could
Be different and be accepted.
My five year old hands will
Fall into the waves and crashes
Of dreams
Because of what your mouth decided to say.
