There was a Man I knew.

By Tyler Bryan

There was a man I knew

This man was Stark-Raving mad

His brain must have been askew

Even in the looney-bin, he looked Bad

The doctors didn’t know what to do with him

And his mouth seemed to be a bit foamy

Aloughth his name was John, he called himself Jim

His doctors decided that now it was time for a lobotomy

As they strapped him in the chair

And the brought out the tools

They discover he had no eyes there

Now they all looked like fools

This man may have been real or fake

But his madness was no mistake.

Blank Mind

By Avery Smith

I don't know what to write about

I don't have much creativity

For my other ideas, i had doubt

Writing is not my favorite activity

I have to write this before it's too late

I could write about many different subjects

But I still have nothing and tomorrow's the due date

I wish I was good with projects

I'm running out of lines

I don't have anything to write

I can't think of any more rhymes

And this poem is due tonight

I've still come up with nothing

I guess this has turned into something

Artwork

By: Gianna Cabral

Despite the torn masterpieces somewhere along the road we became,

I bet an artist took their magical brush and painted us under the same sky for a reason

I know you can’t dance with the burning red embers of love without a flame,

Even if the colors from the fire change every damn season.

Just paint the dying tone of gray I’m smothered in with the beautiful shade of you

Because in order to be classified as an artist, you don’t necessarily need a degree

Even if my mood is always the same, dull Prussian blue,

It can easily be swirled with the cheery shade of yellow to become the red we are destined to be.

Although we might be two very different shades on the color wheel,

It only takes two to plaster your soft lips against mine

When we come together maybe we can finally heal,

Because there is a solution to every complimentary color, it will just take time.

Even though my love for you is like one big, exploding firework,

We come together in harmony to create the same beautifully damaged piece of artwork.

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

~ John Ruskin

Petalled Sky by Fatemeh