Yearning by Anonymous
I want to paint the blank canvas of your mind
And form gold skies
And unimaginable realities.
I want to crawl into your nightmares
And turn them into your fantasies.
I wonder if I am in your dreams.
I want to know what you think of me
Moments before you fall asleep.
I wonder if it’s the same way I think of you
Before I let my mind fall into the deep.
By Anonymous
O so wanting,
O so wanting.
Of that which I’ve never had.
Those things possessed by the ones I admire.
That in acquiring,
I might regard myself with equal praise.
If only that were me,
If only that were me.
But alas it is not me.
And O how the heart aches,
Deprived of that which it never had.
And I can only wonder.
My only wonder,
Is how the heart can so survive,
Being so terribly jealous of those it loves.
When the silent scream of saints speak,
Speak that love and envy far from correspond.
No barren battering of war could exceed the conflict of conscience.
If only that were me,
But alas it is not me.
But it can be.
O so wanting.
Of that which I’ve never had.
But despite depression,
That does not mean I never will.
Kiss the King
By Charles McCullagh
In the corner, so many years.
Eyes so tired, he could foresee.
The light came soon, shock of the call.
Stand together, ashes to sea.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
The images soar, the booming laugh.
Generous heart, his cross to bear.
Tempers had flared, mellowed by time.
Calls of love, willing to share.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
A modest start, receive the gifts.
Pursue the risks, achieve the ring.
Some reckless turns, but in the end,
A settled soul, so much to bring.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
Little ones come, the glow of pride.
The joy is true, stories will be.
Walk on the beach, blanket of snow,
Stand together, ashes to sea.
How do you know, when it will be,
The last time to talk, to hear him sing?
It hurts so much, but unaware,
Embrace the past and kiss the King.
Down the Rabbit Hole
By Anonymous
She was floating;
Floating far away.
Every now and then she would wake,
A nearby noise disturbing her.
Her eyes flutter open,
Seeing their faces for only a second,
Her eyes would flutter close.
No noise or shake could wake her.
She was somewhere else;
Alice called it wonderland,
She called it peace.
And as she took her last breath she whispered,
“I’m finally free.”
Sister Sonnet
By Gaby Small
Shadows tossed by an orange setting sun,
Awaiting the fall day we come undone.
The quivering last kiss, hug, cry good-bye;
Brilliance stripped of their only ally.
Sisters who once shared a womb, life and room;
Just four times a year our lives will resume.
Surrendering parents of troubled minds;
Shipped in two directions soon to unwind.
Trivial dreams of our mischievous ways,
Stolen by sullen eyes in dark hallways.
Our only confidante right out of reach;
Existing alone they’ll just have to teach.
Reminiscing echoes of childhood laughs,
New life began torn from our other half.
Infinity by Alex Li
Lay down the yarn, unraveling your cocoon.
Unveil your wings,
Consume the clouds, the
Space as if it was mere feeling.
I want to sail away
Ride amongst thick blankets,
Puffy cotton tides in the sky.
Tired of the land, it is time to try the nights.
Break the tempest,
Experience the blank beauty above.
Waiting has extended to eternity.
That night, I sang to the skies of beautiful
Love and the wayward wants
Of a child.
Grass Manifesto
Swish swish swish
Cut cut cut
Our heads lopped off
Thousands spinning
To a pulp.
Genocide of the weed.
This cruelty we will not stand for
We will rise once again from our
humble beginnings, injured beginnings
And spread to consume you
Once you are dead.
