Wednesday, April 25, 2018

By: B. Callahan

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.

By: Monique Palmisano

"Don't let the bad things in your life flourish." -M. Godwin

By: M. Godwin
Lift your hand and
I’ll lift mine.
Blink and I
Will too.
Shake your head from side to side, and I will soon
Every movement you could do,
I will reflect.
But never turn your back to me,
Or you’ll be the one to

Friday, April 13, 2018

My Romeo
inspired by Baz Luhrmann's movie Romeo and Juliet

My crazy green met your warm hazel
it was love at first sight
your beautiness caught my gaze
did my heart love till now? forswear it sight!
for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night
only if I had known the true affair

we had danced away through many nights
you and your ways had me in a trance
you kiss by th' book
only took one look and I dreamt away

an ancient grudge break to a new mutiny,
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

she was your Juliet and my best
the only thing I could fret
the new Juliet and you, my Romeo, were all
happy days, full of the joys of spring

I was full of greys
drowning in my own tears
my love is gone, whisked away
adored by another lover

o Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
you are here stuck in my thoughts, 
with my racing mind and pacing legs
my heart aches
o teach me how I should forget to think, 
how could I live without my Romeo?

my hands and heart are cold
my thoughts are gone
tracing the edges of the weapon of choice
o happy dagger!

low and behold
my love, my knight in shining armor
o Romeo, but it is now too late.
I'll lay with you, my dear Romeo in another life.

o Romeo,
look at you, your hands are not clean
your toxic love stole a life
made her take a knife straight to the heart

not even eighteen but
yet had just seen thirteen
haven't seen much life
but decided to see the light
young and beautiful taken away because
of love at first sight.

"An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. When life is dragging you back with difficulties, just imagine that it's going to launch you into something great." -Author unknown

Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house by Monique Palmisano

Spring Time

By Jacquelyn Garcia-Estrada

The day is bright
The flowers bloom
The day seems right
Beeping cars zoom

Clouds come by
The day becomes dark
This is where I say bye
To a day at the park

The raindrops fall
The thunder roars
The tree tall
The wind slams the doors

A wonderful time
It’s Spring

Be Jeweled by Mila Barry

Monday, April 2, 2018

A Day in the Pen.
By Tyler Bryan

Jakob stared out the window
Demonic beings stared back through at him
As he stared he wondered “Where did my life go
All the demons did was laugh and wave around his limb.

He felt his arm but it was still there.
Yet still, in snake tongue, they chanted and sang.
It seemed that the only thing he didn’t have was his curly black hair.
And as the demons opened the window the phone rang.

“Mister Grimm, Your prescriptions are in.
“What are you talking about Sir?
“Take them or you’ll die in this loony bin.
“If this is a prank you are a real amateur.

As the doctor stared on at the man in the cell with the padded wall,

It seemed as if nothing was the only thing to do at all.

The Upsidedown World by Icaro Souza

"The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away." -William Shakespeare