The Seed by Justin Gee
Oh but if you only knew it was me
The Fool and The Wiseman
But if you truly knew, you would understand that I am The Wiseman
Two contradictory names yet one and the same
While I lean on my cane, white rose in hand.
I begin to wonder….
For my number is known as numberless
Both beginning and end
Oh but if you only knew
I am mistaken, I meant if you truly knew
Then the seed shall welcome you to the tree
Because the seed was made by the tree
Oh I hope you finally see.
Fore me? I was made blind like the three mice
As for thyself, I will pay my price
A price not paid by money
But for the love of honey
Is it true that you knew?
Oh but if you only knew
Ryan by Jamie Shively
Dedicated to my friend Ryan, killed in a car crash at West Hills a couple years ago
We would do anything
To see your face again
They would do anything
To have you there beside them
Feel him in the rainin’ shower
Feel him at the break of dawn
When the sun comes up
and your faith is gone
When you cry so hard you gasp for air
On a cloudy day, look up, and know he's there
You look up and you know he’s there
Hello Ryan, how's the sky treat ya?
Do you feel small,
Sitting at the right hand, of the Lord of all
Hello Ryan, how’s the sky treat ya?
Months and years pass by,
& we still wonder why
& even though we can't understand
when we look up to,
the man who moves the moon
We know we'll see you
Showing off by Joseph Eickhoff
Some people flaunt their stuff
Some think they aren't enough
Making fun of people and stuff
But can't due to the people showing off
Or partying, drugs and other illegal stuff does not get you enough
Other than flaunting their stuff...
Chips by Joseph Eickhoff
I'm not talking about snack food
I’m not talking about fatty food
But I am talking about a thing that is a life ruiner
Who knows will it be sooner?
How about later?
Will I be able to comprehend a loss or a winner?
No I am not addicted even though some people say I would
I don't lose a lot of money but I do attend a lot already
It is a pastime that instead of other things I like to do
Cigarette smell and wood tables
Just a thing I like to do
Disbelief of myself by Joseph Eickhoff
Have I gone insane….
What’s going on in my brain
I can't even contain….
What’s going on in my brain
Who will I be tomorrow
What about the day after tomorrow
Who will I be
Where has my brain gone
My heart and soul is obliterated
I'm stuck in here away from home
My sense of everything is gone
I don’t know who’s even there for me anymore
What is going on in my brain...
KANSAS by Taylor Smith
Kansas is moving,
I am so sad,
MY BEST FRIEND IS LEAVING,
THIS IS SO BAD!!!
I will miss her so much,
Without her my classes will suck,
Our time is so short,
Now who’s gonna give 2nd period sarcastic retorts?
I’ll miss her wit and all of my food that she ate,
She brightened my skies,
And now I have to say goodbye.
Grey Skies by Cailey Brislin
Sad as it may be,
There was a reason for it all,
This time it was me,
Who took the hard fall.
Things like this are hard to do,
Especially when you say “I love you”,
Words like these are hard to say, when in the end,
We’ll both walk barely unscathed.
So here is our goodbye,
After we will both be changed.
For better or for worse,
The question still hangs.
An Unwanted Presence by Joseph Eickhoff
When I first met you I was lost for words
But now they have been found
I have found them by myself
But now I'm homeward bound
At home I find myself alone sulking and balling
No one to speak to
No one to tell this deep secret to
Not even him
Not even my closest friends know
Still yet nowhere to be found
As the tears drop and flow
Down my face they row
As I put on a face that fools
It’s not that cool
Being by myself is not a substantial feeling
But who do I tell that won't judge or budge when other people ask
But the deed is done and the presence will disappear
Soon to be alright in this spew
Then this mask will be gone and back to a normal face to show my peers
3 Little Words By Cailey Brislin
There are three little words that can make or break a relationship,
Those words can change the course of it forever.
Those three words are saved for that special person,
And will create a commitment of a lifetime.
There are three words that prove their meaning.
They are the foundation to every new beginning.
Those three little words are: You want food?
My Mind By Joseph Eickhoff
Whenever I awake I grab that pack
My heart resides in that little tan ended stick
Made from a few leafs
After the first hit
My mind leaves
Burns & Burns
Ashes & Ashes
My mind gets back when that filter gets warm and tossed
My mind was lost but then found
Will that round stick ever leave my mind
Or will it be forever implemented into my mind right as I awake
My Hell By Joseph Eickhoff
As I get thrown into this cell
Which I call hell.
Every other inmate believes so too
Sometimes it's hard to tell.
I can't even get high.
My birthdays are like nothing to these guys
A couple of friends but nothing like outside.
I cannot fathom the pain I have been on.
I've had to fight to protect what I sleep on
It is hard to stay on when your mind is constantly off.
It's been so unclear.
My fifteenth year
As I get out of this cell
Escorted to the exit of this hell.
Plentiful stories that I have, I cannot tell
As I wave bye to my fellow inmates
Will my own mother be there when I leave this hell…
18th Birthday By Akyra Smith
18 years went by in a flash,
Never thought my Mom would be the one to dash.
18 years of questions to ask,
She didn’t mind any of them, she just sat back and laughed.
My Mom who I loved so very much,
Took a large interest in different types of drugs.
She said cocaine helped her new pain,
And meth made her happy.
How could she not see her two children are now unhappy?
First time we’ve seen her in a couple of months,
She asked how her boyfriend is, and completely ignored us.
18 years she can try to make up for,
But what about my brother who no longer has a mother?
She sits there and cries and claims that she loves us,
But we have nothing to go off of, not even the trust.
18 years of trying to be better,
Now that I’m older, I’m even more clever.
Jail or prison, whatever the case,
I was hoping she would just look at my face.
Today I turn 18,
But my only was birthday wish,
Was for her to be clean.
One Year By Cailey Brislin
One year ago, I wast trapped in a depressive state of mind.
One year ago, I went back to school.
One year ago, people had questions about where i had been.
One year ago, I was afraid to tell them I was lost.
One year ago, I met new people.
One year ago, I met a boy who broke my heart.
One year ago, I tried desperatley to be someone.
One year later, my mind is pure.
One year later, I go to a new school and people have no questions.
One year later, I am found.
One year later I met better people.
A San Diego Christmas by Jamie Shively
Something we do
But sing and dream and
Wish for though we know it will
Hang lights and wreaths and mistletoe
Surrounded by those most dear, On your best
behavior, this time of year, awaiting Saint Nick
To be near
Furry coats and winter clothes, the sunshine they disregard
Fake snowmen, elves, and reindeer, fill the city’s yards
Cookies, warm cider, and cocoa, with or without the
We have the best of Christmas things, the trees, the bells, the shops
But while others tie their snow boots up, we’ll slip on our flip flops
Skating, waiting, double dating, oh, the christmas mood
Parties, drinking, giving gifts, eating too much
Though some may say that Christmas here is far too warm and clear
It will always be something we look forward to each and every year
Though no weather or snow to fall, can at times be rough
The holiday cheer
15 by Cailey Brislin
When I woke up, had I known what was going to happen later on, I would have never left my bed,
Had I known, I would’ve saved everyone from the thoughts in my head;
I was broken and fragile,
Scared and vulnerable.
Said I was going to be okay,
As I was taken to room 1409B,
I felt my world crumble underneath me.
But the world around me became blurry,
All I could do was cry,
Why did I put my parents through this? Why?
All my emotions were mixed.
Mom and Dad I am sorry,
I didn’t want you to worry.
Political Events by Kyle Kitzmiller:
When a political event that occurs once every four years can be aided by the exact track that is played in the background of a scene in a circus tent while two clowns spew piss and vinegar back and forth between the two of themselves trying to get less rotten fruit thrown at them than other because of the heinous atrocities they have committed, you should know there is a possible, ever so minor issue in said political system.
When 14 year olds are scared of bombs falling from the sky to end the world as its know, when people try to strip your birthrights from you because of the actions of others, there may be and ever so slight issue in the political system you live under.
But regardless that doesn't change the fact that you have the ability to vote, even if not for the people you want. You still however get to pick how your home will fall and you are entitled to chose how you are laid into your deathbed.
The Moon Is Falling by Kyle Kitzmiller
Staring into the darkness, and angry and spiteful as the stars began to die one by one in the sky, each and every one letting out a violent boom unheard on the surface of the earth- each erupting into a fury of fire and hell ripping itself apart and cracking through the air, its sound splitting ears.
Back on earth, sitting alone in a wasteland staring into the sky as the universe began to die, watching and waiting, until even the moon seemed to start cracking until it too split open, letting out no explosion but a air shattering explosion that caused the earth to shake and rumble in terror, while the few things left on its old dying sand covered surface to begin to run to the edges of the planet- hoping to jump off and find some safety or something better than what was left to happen here.
Turning, tripping, and stumbling away from the splitting planet that cracked through the middle began splitting and head toward earth - and running away was just yet another human trying to escape the madness, clinging to every piece of hope to live through what could be the last armageddon on planet earth.
Untitled by Kyle Kitzmiller
It's mind boggling how much one person can influence your life, whether you love them, or they love you- or there is a hate filled relationship, it's horrifying no matter how positive the relationship that someone could have so much power on your life. Enough power to wrap their unseen charcoal covered hands around your throat and end all of what you've worked so far for in all but of an instant.
Sometimes, you have to ask yourself, what difference would it make if they did try killing me?
Who am I without them?
Just how much is whole and how much can I lose before someone realizes it's gone?
Finding yourself incomplete and un-whole and in distress because one person who you have formed a bond with has upset you. That one could never be severed, as much as it seems cold and dead or alive and throbbing in love and pain.
Never have I ever wanted to be strangled and to have my be snuffed like a cigar that's been pressed onto the ash tray. Never more have I been more ok with throwing away everything for one person who wouldn't accept it to begin with.
Never have I been more ok with sacrificing happiness and sanity just to spend time with someone and to enjoy every minute.
A Victim of Culture by Kyle Kitzmiller:
A victim of culture.
Someone who doesn't bother to think twice about the things they say or do let alone would they affect in the progress of self annihilation.
Regardless of how many times ground rules that are otherwise considered obvious by those who walk through their daily lives with their eyes open, they will proceed to be mindless by choice, and ignore the outside world that pertains to those who have made the five second decision to go through the front door and into the light otherwise referenced as the choice to be proactive in the world that surrounds you.
Instead they load the internet with pictures of their faces and flesh covered in as little amounts of clothing as possible. Pushing out their lips and slathering their earned acne with carcinogens provided by their parents for the wrong reasons.
Submitting to their own means, giving away the everything to be apart of their culture running at a subsonic speed in order to accomplish a goal established via lie and computer edited image.