Larger Than Life Resonance

When the path of united souls,

points towards my heart.

A resonance larger than life,

Rings through my darkened way.

 

I don’t watch the unnecessary,

I let myself intertwine with destiny.

My destination remains the same,

as I run through the unbearable night.

 

When the path of united souls,

points towards my heart.

A resonance larger than life,

Rings through my darkened way.

 

Why deny that fate has cursed me,

I remain petrified.

Pursued by the very demons that gave me purpose,

I thought I’d get used to them.

 

There are deceivers and the deceived,

Playing an eternal game of tag.

I run only to avoid being next,

I want to see the end of this fragile trance.

 

The glow I chase too far,

continues into a heavy fog.

If I succeed in losing myself,

the hand I grab will take advantage.

 

I can hope for everything,

because tomorrow is just an illusion.

Harder than yesterday,

I’ll work to strengthen my will.

 

When the path of united souls

points towards my heart

A resonance larger than life

Rings through my darkened way

 

Why deny that fate has cursed me,

I remain petrified.

Pursued by the very demons that gave me purpose,

I still haven’t grown used to them
And maybe I never will. 

— Christopher Vanatta

Our Time is at a Stand Still

Please, tell me, what meaning do I hold,

having abandoned the purpose I once served?

I’m broken, neglected by the world you oh, so adore,

Yet you laugh, blind to my obvious terror.

 

Being as twisted as I am, I hold my breath,

Now I’m hidden, and nothing can reveal me. Not even the truth.

I’m fragile, but indestructible,

and psychotic, yet unable to loose my sanity.

 

In this dull, stubborn world, I gradually become transparent, unable to be seen.

So, don’t waste your time looking for me, advert your eyes.

I just don’t want to hurt you, in a world out of someone’s imagination.

Be content with just my memory; as vivid as I was.

 

Forever spreading, solitude warps my image.

Memories of times we laughed together come to mind,

And I can’t move, I cannot move!

Protect your innocence!

 

I’ve changed; I can’t go back to the way I was.

If you don’t leave now, if you stay, the both of us will fade.

Breakable; unbreakable – psychotic; unable to go insane.

Go, save yourself!

 

In this shaken, twisted world, you will gradually become transparent, unable to be seen.

You didn’t listen. I told you not to come looking.

In a trap of darkness someone had set, you now share my shadow,

Now we lie in wait.

 

For someone else to stumble down our path,

To beg them to turn, run, and keep going,

To tell them that we exist,

Attempting to keep others from being tainted.

 

Please don’t forget us, don’t forget us,

The only place we survive is in your memory

Paralyzed by how we’ve changed,

In a prison filled with unreachable things.
Our time is at a stand still. 

— Christopher Vanatta

Retirement from Pennsylvania

One day

I’ll be far away

This place is not where I want to be

This place is holding me back, can’t you see

The people

The places

The opportunities

Not what I want

Not what I need

Any other place is a better lead

I’m the one who needs happiness

And I can’t find it here

So many people are near

They don’t help

It’s this place

I need my own space

It is not here 

— Amy Haberstroh 

Dear Ex-Boyfriend

From holding your hands

To kissing your cheeks

I fell deeper.

Every moment.

Every picture.

Every laugh.

From seeing your face

To claiming your heart, I fell deeper.

Every touch.

Every hug.

Every whisper.

From smiling in your presence

To crying in my bed

I’ve

          Hit

                      Rock

                                  Bottom.

 

Sincerely,

Your easiest “goodbye”

Dear T&T

The first time I pounded on that rod floor,

The first time I pounced on that trampoline,

The first time I looked down that line,

The first time I looked at that box with the “t”,

It was love at first pass

But you see there has always been problems,

My knees, ankles, wrists, and my back

They can’t keep up you see

They get pounded and grinded down

I can’t take it any more

I truly am sorry

The pain is just too much

I will forever love you with my whole heart

 

Yours Truly.

The World Champion 

— Olivia Hurston 

This Generation

You can’t be yourself because of what this generation has people thinking.

People don’t understand that it’s okay to be different.

It is never a bad thing to do what you feel is right .

If you feel the need to not fight, then don’t fight.

If you don’t wanna spend all your money on a new pair of jordans, then don’t .

But sadly, some people won’t give you credit for that, they just won’t.

People are gonna be jealous of you because you ain’t letting this generation make you into what this generation is trying to enforce.

So in reality, will people talk about you to your face? No

Will they talk about you behind your back? Of course

It’s like if you don’t do what they like, then they call you rude names.

Sometimes you have to be coach and learn to control this generation’s games. 

— T.C 

 

She Had Said

Life is fun, she had said,

A smile kissing her lips with innocence

Blind to the reality of greater war

Giggles and energy frees from her

 

Life is scary, she had said,

Millions of new faces crowded around

Expectations had to be met, or else

But Daddy was always there for her

 

Life is stupid, she had said,

Rumors spread like flu, just as crippling

Nights were spent up, days were spent drearily

Maybe, just maybe, rest would lay ahead

Life is unjust, she had said,

Tears fell, darkness dressed her for the dreadful night

Sickly faces crowded, peering at the still man ahead

With evil on the spree, blood boiled within her

 

Life is joyous, she had said,

Hats thrown; Freedom peeked around the corner

Celebration commenced; He sat on the mantel

This time was for joy, not sorrow

Life is lonely, she had said,

Floating in the night, lit here and there

Warmth of family felt distant

Numbers and letters danced absentmindedly

 

Life is exhausting, she had said,

Nights dragged out longer and longer

Everything dulled gray

Restless nights are parasites

 

Life is whimsical, she had said,

The courageous heart sped ahead

Chivalry was found at last

Those charming eyes never left

 

Life is beautiful, she had said,

Treasure was held tightly yet carefully

She would take the dove under wing

A laurel blossomed from the earthy rock

 

Life is fast, she had said,

Time took flight, leaving her thrashing behind

Little dove hesitantly left the nest

Shadows started to reveal themselves

 

Life is torture, she had said,

The storm blew over, winds ferocious

Whirlwinds blew everyone away

Earth crumbled at her feet

 

This is it, she had said,

Life slipped from her hands

This is it, she had said,

Death had won 

— MacKenzie Lewis

When Time Passes

Wasn’t I just an infant? Crying in my mother’s arms and receiving all sorts of attention?

 

Wasn’t I just three? Crawling and walking everywhere to feel big?

 

Wasn’t I just five? The days of heading off to kindergarten and the excitement rushing through me?

 

Wasn’t I just seven? When the playground at school was the best place to play?

 

Wasn’t I just nine? When I acted as if I was a princess and the world revolved around me?

 

Wasn’t I just eleven? The whole year I had the same double digits?

 

Wasn’t I just thirteen? The “cool” teenager who needed to text and have a good amount of friends?

 

Wasn’t I just fifteen? When all I wanted was to turn 16 and have bigger opportunities?

 

Am I now really seventeen? Going to college in less than two years and becoming an adult? 

— Meghan Onderdonk 

Different is Good

I am unique. What I think and what I value is what makes me, me. If I lowered my standards and morals, I would just be going with the crowd; I’d be losing my individuality. If I started caring about what people think of how I view life, I would be giving up on myself. I am confident, independent, and I don’t need anyone’s approval. I am different. Different is good.

Introduction: Kingdom Hearts: Isabella Lefever

Two six year old twins with big blue eyes and long, wavy blondish-brown hair sit up in their beds. One is a boy while the other is a girl. They slept in an average-sized room that they shared.

 

           Outside, the moon and the stars shined brightly down on the small world of Twilight Town. It was the twins’ bedtime but they were defiant. They would not go to bed until their mother told them a story. Their mother, a petite woman in her twenties that had the same blue eyes and long curly blondish-brown hair as her adorable children, sat in between their beds. She was wearing a turquoise nightgown that came down just below her knees. Her children stare at her with large pleading eyes and pouting lips.

 

     “Please, mom! Please tell us the story again!” the twins begged. Their mother chuckles at their childish behavior. She puts one finger up to her lips.

     

 “Sh. Alright, alright. Calm down. You don’t want to wake your father now,” she hushes them. The twins throw their hands up in the air in victory.

       

“Yay!” they exclaim. Their mother chuckles again. The twins settle back down into their beds as their mother clears her throat.

 

       “Alright. Now where do we start off at?” she ponders while lightly tapping the bottom of her chin with her pointer finger. She then puts her finger up in the air like she had an idea.

 

       “Ah! I remember now! A long, long time ago there was a gargantuan heart-shaped moon known as Kingdom Hearts. People had thought Kingdom Hearts was the heart of all worlds. Many people thought that it contained light. Others thought it contained darkness. These two sides quarreled over what was inside the all mighty Kingdom Hearts. The two sides found out about the X-blade (A/N: Pronounced  the“Key or Kyeblade.” It is easily confused with a regular Keyblade.) the key to unlocking the door to Kingdom Hearts, and how to forge it. The two sides created weapons called “Keyblades” which were mere shams of the real X-blade.

 

     “They gathered on a world where the ground was barren and cracked and dark clouds loomed over the world like a thick blanket. This was the world where Keyblade bearers would be tested to see who is worthy of being the chosen wielder of the X-blade. Today, this desolate world was given the title of the Keyblade Graveyard. It was called this because of the powerless, rusted keys that littered the place. If they could talk they’d probably be crying out to their fallen masters and mourning their deaths.

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What If

what if

death was brought new life

from under the depths

of the ground’s despair?

 

would the faces of

those torn and puzzled souls

carry on their passion

among the flesh and blood?

 

what if

every wounding word

was tackled down with a

refreshing compliment?

would the menacing beast

whom roamed the serpentine paths

finally be tamed

into a small kitten?

 

what if

the split from the quake

that had rumbled on and on

had stopped to piece together?

 

would it last?
would the tears drown both

down into a river

of forgive and forget?

Past memories

And aching thoughts

Stymie those who just

Think and hope

 

letting go of those

wishful dreams

is even harder than

living among the truth. 

— MacKenzie Lewis 

Friend

A friend is someone we turn to

when we are sad.

A friend is someone who puts a smile on your face

when you are sad.

When you tell them your problems

they don’t walk away,

They help you through it

and at the end of the day, makes your world a better place. 

— Kamila Mirzayeva 

Conflicting Emotions

I groaned and bent over as my emotions fought inside. As they tore out of my chest, I screamed in agony. Three creatures whipped around me, screeching, howling and whispering their names.

A fiery phoenix screeched the loudest, proclaiming, “I am passion, anger, desires! I whip the others with my flaming tongue!”

A demonized shadow creature hissed at me, “I am fear, darkness and hostility, you cannot escape from my clutches.” I flinched away, not wanting to be near the disgusting thing.

A watery fish began to suffocate me, blubbing, “I am sadness, depression, anxiety…” I shoved it away, gasping for breath.

Finally, after all hope seemed to vanish, after I had fallen to my knees, I felt a gentle warm hand rest on my shoulder. I slowly looked up, blinking away tears.

A warm gentle glow emitted from a human like figure, and it spoke in soft voice. “I am hope, love, compassion. Don’t fear, I am stronger than the others. I will always be there for you, in multiple shapes, sizes and forms. Look around, there will always be hope, love and compassion.” I smiled and nodded, as the creatures that had caused me distress,  now become insignificant, entered back in. The golden figure was the last to enter, sealing my chest and warming my heart.

I no longer felt the other three creatures, only hope warmed my heart. 

— Abby Burrows 

And It’s All Okay

“Life is what you make it.”

 

”Tunes keep’ a playing in mind.”

 

“My heart weeps for those drifted.”

 

“Keep smiling, think nothing of it.”

 

“My insecurities will eat me alive.”

 

“Day dreaming about dreams, still dreaming.”

 

“Please understand, music saves my soul.”

 

“Love, love, love is the answer.”  

 

“I think about running, or hiding.”

 

“Changes are scary, so is life.”

 

“Don’t worry, it will be beautiful.”

 

“Deeply fantasizing about warm pumpkin pies.”
“Can’t remember what it felt like.” 

— Lacy Ferguson