Poetry

Untitled by Juno Adekunle

I smear

Bright red lipstick
Onto chapped flesh
To convince myself that
I
Am a dangerous girl

That
I
Do not have to paint my nails black
To hide dried blood

I don’t remember if it’s mine

I allow myself to swim
In maxi dresses I bought for too much at forever 21
So that the lace tickles my skin
So that the lace reminds me that I am still alive, and definitely not numb from painkillers I swallow like candy
The painkillers are supposed to be convincing me that they will calm the riot in my head, that they will make hallucinations stop, make the voices stop, make the pounding stop, make the hurting stop
My stepmother says I should try yoga
My hallucinations tell me that I should try to run away
My hallucinations tell me that I should try to kill myself

And eventually, I will
To convince myself that
I
Am not small
That I am in charge, in control
Because I am a dangerous, dangerous girl

Poetry

Holiday Cheer by Savanna Zachau (Winner – Creative Writing Contest: Hope for the Holidays)

“Twas the night before Christmas”
At least that's when we say.
That everything’s bright,
And merry,
And gay.
But spreading the cheer,
You can do everyday!

You don’t need to give presents
Or start up a fuss.
Just pass a big smile,
From you unto us.
It’s really quite simple,
It’ll fill you with glee.
Just try it, just try it
Soon you will see
Holiday cheer starts
With you and with me.

Poetry

Untitled by Gabrielle De Guire (Honorable Mention – Creative Writing Contest: Hope for the Holidays)

Our love reminds me of a picture 
A picture can say a thousand words but could also leave a mystery .
But our love is like a picture, beautiful with so many stories untold 

A picture that could never be copied or replaced 
It’s crafted especially unique, perfectly complete even though it isn’t complete or upon its final stage of completion

Our love reminds me of a vintage book .
The authenticity and value it holds alone is irreplaceable .
It’s one of a kind basically, something so you unique you wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else . It isn’t something you could find easily or the next day .

It takes a lot of soul searching and heart breaking to finally find something so precious and
perfect and in one piece.
It takes a lot of patience and care taking to understand

what you’re worth or appreciate and
accept what you deserve .

That’s the thing with our love though , it’s seamless and ever flowing . Adaptable and genuine, something I can’t resist . Still find it hard to believe it still exist but I’m glad it does because it’s a vibe I’ve been missing I didn’t even know would really be there for me

I started to give up on my idea of love and what I wanted it or well expected it to be . Yet you came along took that chance , took my heart , and made me fall for you hopelessly like the biggest fool .
I think it’s the Buddhist that say if your heart beats faster when you’re with someone they aren’t the one for you , but once I met you my heart didn’t race or feel out of place . So I’ll believe we’re meant to be .

You’re something familiar , something I’m afraid to lose any day. It’s as if you were mine in the past life and found me again in this life , probably find me again in the next life . Just to repeat this love I have for you over and over again would be a blessing in this life so I’ll forever be grateful for you 

I’ll love you seamlessly and unconditionally to the end of time, even through the hardships we may face in the life. Forever is a long time but it’s the endless journey I’m willing to take with you because you see me for me and my soul, my substance that I hide . But you’re taking the time to uncover and find .

Poetry

Okay by Savanna Zachau

It’s okay
No its not
Has your soul ever started to rot?
Has it withered away like a neglected flower?
Or crumbled and fallen like an abandoned tower?
You think it’s okay?
God bless the day when that statement is true.
Although the last person to understand would be you.
What’s it like living in your own little world?
A place where evil never unfurls
A place where nothing ever starts to rot
A place that I have long since forgot
Yeah it’s okay, for you
Not me
I hate it here can’t you see
No you can’t you’re blind as a bat
In my mind your worse than a rat
How dare you to pretend to see
When the only one who can is me
I don’t think I’ll last another day
I’ll give god my life on a silver tray
I’ll never again see the morning sun
It’s okay for you but my demons won

 

Poetry

Fighting the Dark by Savanna Zachau

A long tunnel of darkness stretched far out before you

So far that you can’t see the light

As the darkness seeps in, into your bones and your blood

You look back and you know that it’s too late to run

For the entrance is gone, now there stands a wall, and it glares at you, tall, black, and dreary

Now the darkness seeps in, choking out all the sound

Suffocating and squeezing you, making your head spin around

It takes hold and blinds you, doesn’t allow you to see

Nor hear, or feel, or even breathe

It beats you down

Brings you to the floor

Makes you not want to fight anymore

And as you lose your will to fight

You are now, yet another, victim of the endless night.

Poetry

Unseen Words by Dustin Pfeiffer

Though these words speak of a joyous song,

Of angelic harmony they may seem,

To powers unforeseen by human eyes.

No matter the occasion that we may live,

Our lives are of a truth not yet known.

Captain to our lives we maybe,

Ever walking with a mask of lies,

Shell of a human we exist evermore,

To the lies of an admirals breath.

A fools errand guides our discourse,

So that our blame is on others and not thyself

Knowledge only to those who control.

Only half truths we may know,

Though the only constant is disparity

Quite our voices are of the already known.

Of futures will never see truth.

Of a 100 years lie of man

All of humanity gathers in its own ignorance

As a pig wallows in its own filth.

Those who speak of an ever growing tower of lies

Speak only of the unseen words