Poetry by - Maddie Kelly, Izzy Tanashian, Lily Satorious, Shane Brogan, Ashley Denio and Erin Alzapiedi
An Ode to the Crows
I say what is true
I dream for serenity
I hope for the light to dissolve my chains
I am enlightened and free
The Black Velvet Darkness by Erin Alzapiedi
An Ode to the Crows
by Ashley Denio
An ode to the crows who cry on the gutter
Whom gobble the juices of my garden in utter
An ode to the crows whom blend with the night
Giving the landscape a feeling of fright
An ode to the crows who stare with big eyes
And tales of Karma when souls tell great lies
An ode to the crows who rest on the graves
Creating a wide, and strong ghostly wave
An ode to the majestic creatures who cry
Because evil is what appears to the eyes.
Whom gobble the juices of my garden in utter
An ode to the crows whom blend with the night
Giving the landscape a feeling of fright
An ode to the crows who stare with big eyes
And tales of Karma when souls tell great lies
An ode to the crows who rest on the graves
Creating a wide, and strong ghostly wave
An ode to the majestic creatures who cry
Because evil is what appears to the eyes.
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I am Enlightened and Free
by Ashley Denio
I am enlightened and free
I wonder about what could have been
I hear my dreams animate
I see the light above my head
by Ashley Denio
I am enlightened and free
I wonder about what could have been
I hear my dreams animate
I see the light above my head
I want the soil to secure my life
I am enlightened and free
I am enlightened and free
I pretend that I am on the purple rock, high in the clouds
I feel the light, warm and lively
I touch the free mind
I worry for the life of little things
I cry never for myself
I am enlightened and free
I understand the earthI feel the light, warm and lively
I touch the free mind
I worry for the life of little things
I cry never for myself
I am enlightened and free
I say what is true
I dream for serenity
I hope for the light to dissolve my chains
I am enlightened and free
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The Black Velvet Darkness by Erin Alzapiedi
So much is
unknown
In the black velvet
darkness
An empty void of
possibilities
Where the future
lies.
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The Trouble With Society - Maddie Kelly
The trouble with society is you are the concrete,
being poured in the mold.
From a creative little child, the brainwashed, plain and old.
The trouble with society is it's just a fun-house mirror.
You keep bending over backwards just to try and see clearer.
The trouble with society is that no man can be weaker.
The second you let one tear fall, you become an attention seeker.
The trouble with society is we all start a plain white canvas.
Yet, we paint the same old picture - society demands this.
The trouble with society is that you can't stick out.
Their whispers will crawl into your brain and fill the cracks like grout.
The problem with society is wealth, synonymous with power.
What kind of person you are is based on what you make an hour.
The trouble with Society is how the runt of a liter dies.
His intelligence and loyalty should not be based on size.
Like a tiny fish in a typhoon current, mapping out its route.
The trouble with society is how she's not content until you're gone,
so to the teens in ripped up jeans, keep pushing on.
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The Trouble With Time - Izzy Tanashian
The trouble with time, I think to myself
As the tire swing carries me
Forward, then back in the warm spring breeze
Like a pendulum; each motion ominous
Each tick erasing time
The ever constant illusion
Of the hisses of my grave
Calling my name, beckoning to me
A twinge of sadness
Lives in my soul
Knowing I am limited
That with every tick
Of the little red second hand
I'm just a bit older
And just a bit closer
To the end of the only life
I'll ever know, and I cry
The great longing cries
It wails and it whines and complains
For something more
Because time is running out
Time is always running out
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Seven Ways of Looking at Music
The echo of
the once sweet
music still drifts through
these broken keys.
The beautiful melodic
music sweeps through
the tunnels and stone supports
and bounces off of the cold walls
but, reaches no one.
The lone individual stands
alone on the stage
bellowing a series of notes
and key changes, teetering
on the precipice of stardom.
If you close your eyes
and ignore the violent slashes
of gang symbols
You're transported back to
when the music still echoed
through the seats.
Lines and swirls
dots and numbers
b's and #'s
series of scribbles that mean
nothing to an uneducated eye.
Just a hum starts
tempo increases and
the sound builds and before
you know it, you have auditory imagery.
Silence and anticipation
people waiting on the edge of their seats
then the choir comes forth
one note
beautiful simplicity.
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The Six Ways of Looking at Smoke
Among a shrieking battle field,
the only thing moving was the pillars of smoke.
In ruined village, the only thing escaping was the smoke.
In segments, it rises from a fire of green limbs and leaves,
to carry a message to a fellow tribesman.
It soaks into the meat on a rotating spit
It whisks away from a breath of a struggling life.
A shift of the wind carries it where it's not wanted
It swiftly spirals from the roofs as the people continue walking, not noticing the smog, that is smoke.
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Seven Ways of Looking at Music
The echo of
the once sweet
music still drifts through
these broken keys.
The beautiful melodic
music sweeps through
the tunnels and stone supports
and bounces off of the cold walls
but, reaches no one.
The lone individual stands
alone on the stage
bellowing a series of notes
and key changes, teetering
on the precipice of stardom.
If you close your eyes
and ignore the violent slashes
of gang symbols
You're transported back to
when the music still echoed
through the seats.
Lines and swirls
dots and numbers
b's and #'s
series of scribbles that mean
nothing to an uneducated eye.
Just a hum starts
tempo increases and
the sound builds and before
you know it, you have auditory imagery.
Silence and anticipation
people waiting on the edge of their seats
then the choir comes forth
one note
beautiful simplicity.
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The Six Ways of Looking at Smoke
Among a shrieking battle field,
the only thing moving was the pillars of smoke.
In ruined village, the only thing escaping was the smoke.
In segments, it rises from a fire of green limbs and leaves,
to carry a message to a fellow tribesman.
It soaks into the meat on a rotating spit
It whisks away from a breath of a struggling life.
A shift of the wind carries it where it's not wanted
It swiftly spirals from the roofs as the people continue walking, not noticing the smog, that is smoke.
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Paper Cuts
By Anonymous
I sink into a state of depression
As downward I reel.
I find that there's no medication,
'Cause I can't help what I feel.
Their words sink into my brain.
Insulting, yet not meaning to.
I can't handle this strain.
I don't know what to do.
Everyone around is better than me,
And they talk over my head
Why can't they see?
Why can't they understand my dread?
I'm not good enough, I know
That fact cuts through me like a knife.
And even though I don't let it show,
I don't want to live this life
For I see how they act
And I have no wish to follow.
Not like I can, they're in a pact.
My loneliness, I'll swallow.
I'm different, I'll admit.
However, I'm no differenter than you.
This sadness is unfit.
Not that anyone of you knew.
I'm giving up
Giving up on what I stand for
I can't drink from this cup
I can't win this war.
Don't try to save me
I don't need to be saved.
Just let me be.
Give me what I craved.
Give me freedom!
Give me death!
Don't try to reason.
While I breathe my last breath
Don't try to reason,
All the things that you did.
Don't say that you were just conceited
Don't say that you were just kids
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