Skyrim Retirement Letter

From all the hours were have spent together

Exploring a world known to many others

From all the draugers we have encountered

In the Berkshires we’ve spelunked

All the Nord armor we have collected

On our quest to Daedric

Finding all the Dragon priests

And collecting their masks

Killing dragons

To acquire stronger shouts

The merchants we’ve bought from

And cities we are thanes in

While we leveled up our speech, destruction, and alchemy

It was you Dragonborn

Who made the land of Skyrim

Oh so special


Retirement Letter

Dear Penn Manor,

You were one hell of a run, a dive into the deep end, and a drug I have never experienced before. You lead me to loyal friends and collided me with snitches that got their stitches. You put me through social embarrassment while faking a laugh along the way. You were a movie that has reached its long and unexpected needing. You gave me the experience of unforgettable knowledge that I will pass on to someone of my own some day. I will appreciate you from a distance far and unknown without ever looking back. From the depths of my lungs, you will be the last puff of smoke that leaves my body.

Goodbye Penn Manor High School,


She Moved On

She moved on.

But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.

She moved on

But she kept every possession that had any connection to him.

She moved on

But when she comes across that flannel that he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.

She moved on

But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.

She moved on

But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.

She moved on

But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…


Retirement to Dance in 50 Years

Dear dance,

I remember the moment that you were the one for me.

When my Mother plays the sound of  beats and drums in the little pink DVD player, and her little girl who just took her first steps is dancing like a little soldier.

When Mother switches to the soft sound of music, and her baby starts to switch position to sway along.

She mutters, “Our little girl won’t be playing soccer.”

The moment I looked at my first ballet teacher, I knew it would be a perfect match.

Through the tears.

Threw the blisters.

Through the bruises.

Dance motivated me.

I learned to love the pain that led to accomplishment.

When one choreographer says “NO”, I will go and find one thats says “YES”.

Dance brought joy.

Dance brought love.

Dance brought release of emotions.

I am ever so grateful to the gift that God gave me.

The gift that has helped me to achieve the purpose he had for me.

The gift that brought me to achieve my biggest dreams.

It is time to say goodbye.

It’s been a great life full of 5..6..7..and 8.


My Dear Ethiopia

Since the day I saw you

I have loved you,

Your culture and rich tradition

I bowed to.

You have carried me with your love,

From day one to eleven, my beloved;

“Mother Ethiopia” I called you,

Home of Lucy, and animals like Kangaroo

Day by day you get more beautiful,

Just like your people and view.

I will see you soon,

That I promise you;

But till that day, I will say,

Mother Ethiopia, My Ethiopia I love you.


Dear Grandpa

Dear Grandpa,

I love you.

Playing and coloring at your house

I loved being with you, dad didn’t

The fighting I heard

Didn’t change my love for you

The things mom said about you

Didn’t change my love for you.


Seeing the smile on your face

While taking pictures with us opening gifts

The smile you had

In the pictures with us

Then you weren’t in them

No beautiful smile to brighten my day

Going into the hospital

For the last time

Didn’t realize this heart attack

Would be the last

I will love you forever

I will always remember your smile

And everything you did for me

I’ll see you again someday.




A Collection of Random Thoughts

                    “Always expect the worst out of things                     

                                 so that in                                   

           case the worst       

           occurs, you were

           ready for it.

           If the worst

            doesn’t occur,

           then you will be

           surprised and

            happy when the

           situation turned

out to be better than you thought it would.”



        something doesn’t go the

   way it was                    planned

   or how                        somebody wanted

  it to, someone they know will say, “get

over it, life isn’t fair”. But if that is said to

 everyone, shouldn’t        that mean that life

 isn’t fair to anyone?        If life isn’t fair to

 anyone, everybody        gets the some

unfairness.. Doesn’t        this mea that life is fair?.”


“If you are   supposed to           treat people

the way you    want to be        treated, then

why do people    harm each        other? Does

that mean        they want           to be harmed

back?  If you      ever want          to harm someone

in any way        shape or              form whether        

it is physically,      socially,        mentally, spiritually

, or emotionally,       think that   you are asking

for the same         thing to be  done to you.”


It’s All The Same

Guide the hand to a new fate,

And do not tell him of what you truly are,

Just smile at him, looking,

Away, from his face.


Listen to the voice that came from the hate,

And do not help him, only give him a taste,

Of who you desire, par,

Himself, neglected by you.


Guide his smile, to truly; who looks,

Yet, contrive, he is yours,

And he undermines by your fascination; benign,

To taste, the hand upon your face.


Simply untrue, undeserving, undesirable.

Away, from himself, neglect the hate,

Do not tell; the fate, so new; your heart

Won’t ever break.


Listen to the lies, you’re making up; lies.

Of given is the par, undermine who looks,

Telling not of a soul, to be under mine,

Is what of yours?


Guide to fascinate, to lay upon, undeserving of,

Your face, benign, you truly know,

Who you, are; not to be himself, he loves. He loves.

Simply, who he truly, undermines,

Who of what is your soul, not to understand,

Look now away, from yourself, smile,

Neglect the lies, not to love; not to hate.


Listen to the facade, voice, inside,

You won’t ever misapprehend,

Lies won’t ever break,

–Ever what is, undesirable won’t, how do you?


Guide to help him, do not,

Give to contrive to taste to know,

To understand your soul,

Suffice to desire the hate.


Simply, himself; as fate, smiles,

Fascinate the facade, obey,

Look, you’re mine, under love will never



Guide to what, he is not, true, you; to not stand,

Under; the hate, helps him; you

Do not, under what, stand upon the hand,

Fate lies at your, face.


Listen, you’re who you love, he loves,

The benign tastes the, heart; obeys the soul;

Contrive to suffice the untrue, neglect

–What once was the hand of fate.


Simply par, not mine, understand him,

Tell not the truth, of you are, who looks?

Fascinate the soul, he loves, but he hates. He hates, you.

Guide: to understand what it takes,

To stay awake, away, from the fate,

Breaking the heart; Undermining distaste, in himself,

Truly, doesn’t tell him you’re fascinated; the facade.


Simply: how he looks at your face,

Suffice the hate, desire the hate, you know

He will never neglect your lies, remained untrue,

Taking his hand, to the voice inside.


Listen: the soul gives into for what?

Contrive, you won’t ever misapprehend,

To par his smile, to you, and only you,

He loved you; you, to break his heart.


Look, it’s all the same.



i am much like a lamp; hollowed out with a man living inside me. though, if you rub my belly you won’t find a genie, no, you’ll find an overcast of daddy issues and just the right amount of self deprecating jokes. you won’t find a genie,
but you will find a tidal wave of suppressed memories, but don’t worry you can grab onto a piece of my broken heart and ride it out. veins pumped to the brim with self hatred. lungs filled with a air of those who disarmed my words; breathing in and out their toxicities.


“Dear Penn Manor”

Dear Penn Manor,

Thanks for the friends,

I wouldn’t have them

Without you.


Thanks for the early mornings

And the late nights

With work, people, and thoughts

you gave me


I’ll never forget how you

Helped me learn to be

A team player,

A hard worker,

And an adult.


From football games,

To bring your tractor

To school day,

I will never forget you


See ya around,


Ballad about 9/11


This is a story about the day

That the world would suddenly change

The event that made the people say

New York will never be the same


It was a normal afternoon

Not a thing seemed strange

But they don’t know what’s coming soon

The day that New York would change


A plane just passing by

Seemed awfully low

They’re screaming “Oh my”

Soon everything would blow


Crashing in with fire and rage

The tower went up in big red flames

The lives of people of many age

Would soon never be the same


Soon enough another one comes too

And crashes right into the second tower

After a long fight the first tower blew

And all the debris became a shower


Life after life just wasting away

Firefighters trying their best to save

No one has a word to say

As the fiery fury onward raves


As the second tower starts to tumble

People are frantically running about

Inside the ground you can feel a rumble

Sadly enough, time has run out


People are silent as the sirens blare

No one is quite sure what to do

Everyone has just stopped and stared

As the last of the two towers blew


As the dust and debris settles

And the crowds start to swarm

People are gathered around to meddle

To see how this disaster formed


Theory after theory

Lie after lie

People start to feel weary

As the tears dry from their eyes


Broken families and broken hearts

Their loved ones in the remains

As their mind and their heart parts

Their lives will never be the same


Body after body pulled from what’s left

Many people still screaming

Lifting the debris with all their heft

The tears from their eyes still streaming


Day after day

night after night

Many people still say

That everyday is a new fight


Long after the falling

People still mourn

Their loved ones no longer calling

A generation of fighters was born


Love Lost

I feel the blood through my veins

Heart pulsating as I think

Think of him

His heart is calm

He is everything, I am nothing

He is gone, but not from my thoughts

Never thinks of me the way I think of him

My body is numb from my emotions

He is gone.

Moved on, was I not good enough?

Memories can never be forgotten

But new ones can be made.


Parte del Alma Mía

Madre, parte del alma mía

La amiga intimísima

La maestra más sabia

Me has enseñado todo lo que yo conozco.


Eres una torre alta y fuerte

Descansas en un fundamento sólido

Tu paciencia y fe son faros

Luces que me advierten.


Abuela, parte del alma mía

La artista más diestra

La cocinera más fantástica

Tu cultura me crió.


Eres un libro de cuentos

Tus talentos sobrepasan que tú comprendes

Cada día me sorprendes

Con la fuente de experiencias que tú tienes.


Queridas mujeres, partes del alma mía

Me hicieron quien yo soy hoy en día

Cuando ambas hayan pasado

Ustedes estarán en mi alma todavía.


Never to Be

My reality is a full world without meaning,

Convoluted as a feeling most demeaning;

Darkness dwells inside of me,

Overflowing with crippling fear only I, can see.


Incinerating my love for you,

Betrayed and broken into pieces no one can fix.

Giving into the remorse which possesses my soul,

Slowly, dying, as an insufferable virtue.


Befallen, the mentality I devised,

Naturally, the epitome of your desires

Are what I despise, seeing through every last lie;

How could you blame me, in any such way?

Maybe you misinterpreted the evident

Hundreds of Thousands of Words that I say?!


Candidly, my absent mind floats over your intelligence;

The disappointment, concealed in a drought of disarray,

Cannot compare to the torment leaving me astray.

I was truly meant to die, even if the body’s still alive.


Demoralized into a reclamation of song,

I am forced to continue on,

Enriched paths are divided, misleading,

This elicit predicament is condoned

Into a world fully, supposedly, composed to relieve, and yet;

You’ve fallen into darkness your mind owns.


The evolutionary truth has been unveiled,

Revealing a moral that I have failed.

Nothing I could ever do will prevail.


Forever; your hatred have always been verisimilitude,

Your weakness is your own ineptitude.

The absence I yield, molded into an indescribable bane,

Cannot prove the extremities of disdain;

The presence of inexplicable deficiency,

Blends within your integrity.

Into the misapprehension you call, meaning.


And I,

The similar complexity of imperfection–

Disregarded by the likes of you.

Failing to see, what you stand for is far less

Than what I could ever believe.


My mentality is a full world of parasitic anomalies,

Undermined of breathing,

Darkness dwells within my dreams,

Never expressing, the ineffable sentiment, that is me, and so;

I truly,

Was never Meant To Be.


Summer of 2017

You were a candy coated sin, a wickedness ignored,
A rose bush in a garden, and yet I dismissed the thornes,
The kiss of life, with the hands of death
Who awakened the heart inside my very chest
You were a walk in wonderland on calm spring morning
And candy house used for luring
But the clock must strike midnight, even Alice must grow
And the warm spring changes to a cold, bloody snow
So what goes on that you don’t know?
What goes on since you had to go

My hair falls out, i lay there dead on the floor
I bang my head on the cold beige walls, and scream at the breaking glass door
I’m stripped of my clothes like i was stripped of my pride,
Yes, this is what goes on since you left me to die.
It’s cold with no clothes on even in the summer
Not that you care. You lost me, and got her
My lips are frozen, there’s no lights on in my head
And from time, to time i wonder if i am already dead

Yet, you bask in my misery, and bathe in my tears
You’ll tell anyone you used me, anyone with ears
And by my neck i’m bound to you, a chain around my throat
Pulled like a bitch on a leash naked with no coat.
While you’re sound a sleep next to her
I sit up thinking about how we were.
Because when the moon is high, and current strong
I sit up thinking of everything i’ve done wrong

If i changed my hair, and tact my eyes
If i plumped my lips, and had smaller thighs.
If I was thick in all of the “right” place
And maybe if I let you run to home base.
If I wore more makeup, and wore less clothes
Maybe you still be here, and holding me close

But for now i must put you in a box, and go
Slap a smile on my face, so that no one will know
Wipe my tears, and shut the door.
Pick myself up off of the floor
Put my face on, and cover the scars
And put a guard around my heart.
Thru these many years one thing remains true
that thru these many years i will always miss you


~Gabriella Santiago 


it’s seeping

into my pores

and i hate the way

people stick to my


i almost compared

the hair i pulled out

in the shower,

to what my mother

found on her pillow,

but she lost more of

herself than i have

i’m picking at my nails,

it’s the only way

i’ll forget about all the

people that forgot

to stay,

or i’ll dream about

telling him that

fire extinguishers

won’t burn down the

world and that he wakes

up the next morning,

but instead only

the people he left do

and i keep on trying

to drown my memories

of ghosts that still


its seeping

into my pores

and my hair is

tangled with broken


my teeth are

falling out

in time with

the songs i use

to fill the space

silence leaves

smoke fills my lungs

and i still haven’t learned

how not to cough up

pieces of the past

that get stuck in

the drain i tried

to clean with vodka,

that night he tried

to put out flames,

and be the hero,

when he was the only one


Where I’m From

I am from lacrosse,

from my phone and clothes

I am from the woods in my backyard

I am from sunflowers,

the lilac bush

I am from family beach trips and family get togethers,

from my mother and father and my little sister

I am from always making my family laugh at the dinner table

and always joking around with my family

From not sleeping until I was 2 years old

and told not to let the bedbugs bite

I am from god

I am from Millersville, PA,

Tacos and spaghetti

From the time when I lost my first tooth,

to when I first went on a airplane,

and from the time I taught my sister how to walk

I am from from those moments,

that are embedded in my brain

Alexis Hemmerly

Who I am

It takes a very strong person

to turn pain into passion

and sorrow into success.

I am going to tell you who I am.

Who you pushed out of your life.

I am going to tell you who I was before you,

who I was with you,

and who I am now.

After you made my heart shake

like a raindrop stuck to a window

on a windy day.


I am the shimmer

reflecting a lonely light on a dark pond.

I am the feeling you get when you plunge your hands into ice cold water,

and I am the rain droplets that fall on the back of your neck.

I am the slap of fresh air when you step outside on a November morning.


You claim you don’t miss me.

And you claim you no longer love me.

And you, my dear, are wrong.

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