Every time I walk home from school,
I see that little sprout,
Wondering what the plant would do
If we had an everlasting drought.
I sometimes think I’ve seen it before
In my life or in a dream.
I ask myself if it ever felt lonely
With such a low self-esteem. Continue reading “The Little Sprout by Angela Guzman”
Little crisis in your mind,
Shattered nerves that try to bind
Your thoughts, sheltering something that is mine.
Shatter, goes the words she speaks
Broken are the actions you seek
Hidden treasures you had are
Now under the anonymous creak. Continue reading “Little crisis in their minds by Cynthia Ocloo”
On the day of love everyone cheers and gives
Chocolate becomes sweet and melts in the mouth
As red and pink become the mascots of our hearts.
Now, no one likes the logical thinking of the day of love
Hearts are not shaped like that, and love does not drop from above.
Hearts are the real blood pumping system. Continue reading “Red by Amber Roberts”
His black eyes were filled with despair
But to the bitterness of his sword, it did not compare.
His soul was deprived of rest
His voice was lost lest it be heard.
His hands were iron, holding onto his weapon
But he waits, for his darkness to beckon. Continue reading “Cupid’s Opposite By Cynthia Ocloo”
Tears flood from her hopeless eyes
And bring me pain
She reaches for that taunting bottle
I plead for her life
Thin lines of blood tremble to the cold sink Continue reading “Bathroom Mirror by McKenzie Smith”
I still love you and I can’t get you out of my head.
Each day we don’t talk I feel like a broken machine that can’t run without your love. Continue reading “I still Love you by Carolyn Hines”
He sits there on the wall telling time, but no one sees him
They pay more attention to his digital version
As they have a conversation
He sits there on the wall all day everyday
Moving his arms clockwise until he runs out of life Continue reading “Clock by Carolyn Hines”
In the cold tasteless air
The sound of children laughter, screams and chatter fill the air
As they go from house to house collecting candy
In the ghostly gloomy night sky
As the erythraean, gambage leaves fall from the trees
Making their way to the ground as they pass by
When they walk they go crunch munch crunch
On the dry crispy leaves as they launch
Handfuls of candy in the air
We never really know people do we?
We know ourselves, but then we do something we’d say we’d never do.
We know our friends, but then they do something we think they’d never do.
We know our family, but then they do something they say they’d never do. Continue reading “Do we? by Sasha Lewis”
I stand at the foot of Daddy’s bed
rubbing his pale, cold feet in rhythm
breathing deep and slow
willing him to take my breath
and my energy.
Imagining his scarred lungs
taking in my air,
I close my eyes
ignoring the beeping monitor,
the gurgling tubing
the insidious hiss
of 72 liters of oxygen. Continue reading “Daddy by Laura Lindsay”
Pegasus 