By Jayln Rossignol
I wish, she was not such a flirt,
For she is the beautiful koi fish,
Teasing and tempting you to our pool.
I sometimes really try to stop her,
But I am hiding behind her.
When you try to get in the pool,
To find her,
I am the only one standing there.
I love the idea that,
Someone might really truly like me,
But unsure if it’s me they like or her,
The one who tempted you to our pool.
I also feel like part of this is not real,
For it is just the inner koi fish,
Trying to give me what it thinks I want.
Yes I hate being alone.
Yes I love flirting,
But sometimes I am the koi fish,
That swims away when,
You reach the pool.
For when you try to go swimming,
With my I will retreat to something,
Else in my life or the depths of my mind.
The only way to get her to come out,
Is by teasing her at the waters edge,
And letting her come to you.
You must give her space,
By not climbing in to the pool.
For if you make her feel trapped,
She will never come out.
You must also trust that,
When she swims away,
For a will that she it come back,
For she is very loyal
by Loreene Snider
Every pain that haunts the soul
Pushing forward to the single goal
Life in general is a single run
Given by the gods as an act of fun
We take the pins
The knives and guns
Call it what you will
But you’ve yet won
Running even faster at the age of 20
Can you even make it to the age of 50?
Can you survive the test so many has failed
Or is it all meaningless and do you tire of the trail?
I run my course
While you run yours
Ours may intertwine
But is that a goal
Endure through life
That is all that is called for
Endure through the pains
That is what we are told
So life is only here to be worth living
To keep on running
Cause in the end
We only endure in these constricted walls
Till death himself makes his call
So yes, death is the goal, the black abyss
But every moment you keep moving
It makes enduring the years of pain
All that much more worth the beautiful things
BY DENNIS CARL WILLIAMS
I THINK THAT I AM NOT GOOD,
I AM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING, BECAUSE I THINK SO.
I RECEIVE SOME THOUGHTS, SOMETIMES.
I LOSE SOME THOUGHTS MANY OF THOSE TIMES.
THE ONES I DON’T,
THESE MAKE IT TO PAPER,
STAINED WITH INK.
MY GOD I HOPE I DON’T STINK!!
MY PAST HAS HARMED MY FUTURE..
THE OATS SOWED
THEY HAVE TAKEN THEIR TOLL.
TEN YEARS CLEAN...SOBER
CLEARLY THINKING, PARALIZING FEELINGS.
MEMORIES, SO FEW.
FILLED IN BY FRIENDS,
FROM ALONG THE WAY
I THINK THAT I AM NOT GOOD
AT ANYTHING. BECAUSE,
I AM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING
BECAUSE I THINK SO.
SLIVERS OF HOPE DASHED ON THE JAGGED
PIECES OF MEMORY AND REFLECTIONS
I LOOK AT YOU,
YOUR NAME? HMMM.....YOUR NAME?
THAT FACE, THAT FACE, I KNOW THAT FACE!
OK, I’M SORRY, WHAT’S YOUR NAME AGAIN?
AGAIN.BROKEN PIECES FILLED IN BY FRIENDS
FROM ALONG THE WAY.
By Christian Cobaxin
Lived my life of sin
Now I’m dead and buried
I know my family is crying
As my coffin is carried
Six feet deep in the mud and soil
Awaiting the maggots
As my skin starts to spoil
My world has gone black
I can now rest in peace
All of a sudden
I feel claws at my feet
I have awoken
My box is my cell
And my coffin
Is now my personal hell
Cause the demons below
Know my sorrow and fears
Claustrophobic and stuck
As I burst into tears
My next biggest fear
Is being alone and confused
Alone in the dark
I’ve burnt out my fuse
I hear loud laughter
As I lay in this box
No way of escaping
Buried under rocks
I’m trapped in the dirt
I’m being punished now
For my time spent on earth
Please Put The Guns Down.
Put the guns down, put the guns down, put the guns down.
Too many kids
Are being put underground.
Put the guns down brothers, hear what I say.
To many young people are dying, each and everyday.
Young people with goals, that could reach the skies.
Are gunned downed and killed by senseless drivebys.
A young man doing right on his way to school,
Gets into a beef With another young dude.
The crowd that was watching, they start to run,
Because the young man pulls out, a very big gun.
Bang, bang, bang, Is all you hear,
You see people screaming,
hollering, and running with fear.
You fall to the ground,
And close your eyes,
Because three people just got shot, and two of them die.
Now a young man growing up, just lost his Father,
A Mother just lost her son,
And starts to holler.
They say he was a straight A student, he could have even been a scholar,
He just lost his life, over a measly little dollar.
Please put the guns down,
Put the guns down, Put the guns down.
To many kids are being put under ground
Put the guns down bro, to many kids are dying yo,
to many homies that we know.
My homie name Ricky bro,
was coming out the corner store.
He bumped a guy he didn’t know,
and got into his 64.
Ricky headed home yo,
he was driving real slow.
Remember that guy from before,
He pulled up to Ricky’s door.
When he pulled up to Ricky’s door,
you heard him scream OOH, NO.
Dude up a big 44,
now little Ricky is no more.
Please put the guns down,
Put the guns down,
Put the guns down.
To Many Kids
Are Being Put Underground.
By. Quentin Mayes
A.K.A Simply Q
The doorbell rings, everyone’s in place
In comes a man with problems on his face
I searched him, for pictures
I directed him to the line
He’s constantly telling me
He’s committed no crime
I processed him and put him away
Only to stay another day
“Officer, how long am I here?”
“You’ll be here until your prints clear.”
The doorbell rings, a second arrest
This one is a whining pest!
His eyes are roaming, no problems I hope
After a quick pat there’s hidden dope
In his sock there’s another component
In the Lock-up there’s never a dull moment.
By Ismail Sami Muhammad