Where I’m From

I’m from a place that remains unknown.

From the dangerous,

dynamite explodes so close to

where my brain is.

Where violence

radiates across the plate;

I touched the edge of neglect

and taken away by the state

8 months before my birthday cake;

this curse is fake;

these nerves they shake

the curved surface like an earthquake.

I’m from a place

that you will never smell.

My mom’s forever in jail.

Clovers are clever but stale.

I’m from a place where the older

always know that you fail

not to open your heart,

because you opened a realm

that’s full of monsters and creatures;

filled with piled promises.

No time for old families

with filed adoptions.

—Chris Sherts

Writing

Writing is  something that you cherish throughout your years,

and look back upon later in your life.

It’s an easier way to express your feelings

and it just feels right.

When the words start flowing out of you,

everything comes naturally.

It’s something you can’t take for granted,

because it may someday save your life.

 

Like a suicide note that someone leaves,

telling their family that they’ll be alright.

Then hanging themselves in their closet,

in the silence of the night.

 

Like that song on the radio,

that makes you go into tears.

And then you go forgive someone,

that you’ve had a grudge with for years.

 

Like that verse in the bible,

that reminds you that you’re loved.

That there’s someone who cares for you,

in the giant kingdom above.

 

Like that note your boyfriend gave you,

telling you that he’s done.

When all you really thought

is that you finally found “the one”.

 

So next time you get a note,

whether from your family or a friend,

cherish that person’s writing

until your untimely end.

You never know if it’s their last day,

or if it’s actually yours,

so cherish every word you see,

especially if it isn’t yours.

 

By: Aly Whiteman :)

Game Changer

One is black, one is white

One is day, one is night

One is water, one is air

One unlawful, one is fair

Here’s the truth, some are mean

Dressed like monsters, at Halloween

You must be careful, now be wise

There are people, that tell many lies

One is hot , one is cold

One is young, one is old

One is rich, one is poor

One is ceiling, one is floor

We are all diverse, it’s what makes us unique

Some may be popular, you may be a freak

The world needs us all, every one of us

The day starts with dawn, and ends with dusk

One is fat, one is thin

One is good, one is sin

One is infinite, one is short

One is denial, one is support

People will judge you, it is what you make

It’s your choice whether, it’s real or a fake

The time has come, your life awaits

What is to lose, what is at stakes

One is love, one is hate

One is destiny, one is fate

One is desert, one is sea

One is you, one is me

My life is different, how about yours

Our daily activities, duties and chores

Some may decide, to change the game

Will you make history, glory of fame

Chivalry

Is chivalry thought to be dead?

 

What happened to gentlemen, and courtship?

 

Now a days men have “swag”.

 

But are these men really true?

 

Or are they false bodied boys.

 

What ever happened to having morals?

 

Mistreating women like dirt on the road

 

But yet there is a light.

 

A bright light shining with hope

 

For boys to grow into men,

 

Real men, with class and responsibility

 

There is hope for the human race.

 

Boys have to find that moment

 

Where they become men, chivalrous men.

Light

You’re a light at night,

You are a rhythm of lines

That inspires life.

 

Darkness turns to light

while a flash is all you give.

And I see a glimpse.

 

You know who you are,

You’re the light that brights tonight.

You’re a light at night.

Guardian Angel

I think about you all the time.

My memories of you constantly flash through my head.

Even though you are no longer here,

You watch over me,

Protect me,

Guide me,

Teach me,

And you Love me like you always have.

You know what’s best for me.

You brighten my days of darkness.

You keep my head above water,

And my feet anchored to the ground.

I love you forever and always,

My Guardian Angel.

~Cheyanne

i hope she’s better than me

i hope she’s prettier

nicer

funnier

i hope she helps you

and i hope she’s everything i’m not

 

so you never speak to me again

so i won’t go through this pain with you ever again

because i don’t know if i could watch you leave again

 

“you were just a chain smoker and i was only another pack of cigarettes”

 

i hope she makes you stop smoking

because god knows i couldn’t

 

But I Really Hope I’ll Always Be Better Than Her


-anonymous

The Adventure

The lights flashing make me feel as though I’m in another universe,

The music flows through my body as I stare at the wood breathing at me,

I look at my friends that are so deep in thought, their expressions are blank

The purple paint spots on the ceiling keep jumping in a graceful motion,

The different colored walls in the house are so vibrant I can taste the colors,

I get lost in a trance of Kid Cudi’s rhythm with my heart beat,

Memories flash through my head, but right now I’m in this moment,

I get lost in the beauty and flaws,

An oil painting no one else could paint the same,

Then I think of…food?

My muscles are tense but the red velvet seats calm me,

You look at me I look at you, no one understands me the way you do.

By:Gwenyth Schwebel

Little Bit About Me

I am from the farm country.

From Lancaster County.

From a place where there isnt a lot of cars.

From a place where it’s not unusual to see a horse and buggy.

From a place where it’s not unusual to see tractors on the road.

From a farm that I work on everyday after school.

I am from a hard working family.

I am from a six person family.

From a place where my family loves to watch me play baseball.

I am from a place where we go to church on Sunday.

I am from a loving family, and a family that cares about me.

 

5:34 pm

I care about him,

but right now,

‘we’

aren’t in the cards

I love him,

but we

aren’t good for each other

I wish that wasn’t true

but it is…

 

I don’t want him to die

I want him to get better

I want him to be happy

I want him to experience life

 

But he might have to do it without me…

 

I wish we could be in each other’s lives

But the feelings run too deep

Things would be too hard

At least right now…

 

Anything could happen in the future

Thats why I don’t want him to give up

 

I don’t want him to think nothing is left for him

because of me…

 

Because h’es got so much waiting ahead

 

I’m just a girl

who he met at 17

There are so many people

he has yet to meet

So many things coming

 

I’m just a stepping stone

He can’t stop at me

He has a whole path ahead of him

I hope he keeps going

I hope he travels far

And who knows..

Maybe our paths will cross again…

We just have to wait

Take our separate paths

See where they go…

We won’t know if we stop here

—MNH

Time

Time is ticking, time is turning,

Just like embers, burning to a crisp,

Your life will end, descending like the mist.

Into the depths, your body will loom,

as your soul turns to full bloom.

Lighter than a feather, your spirit will rise,

as the ashes of the fire, rain down to compromise.

the deed that has been done, the fin of your time.

Unleashed from the body, the spirit shall spread,

in first phases of the new, as the dawning is to the dead.

You’re free from the ground, and you now can truly be,

like a humans thought, with their mind at sea.

—Jack