2014 – 2015
Truce by Rose Schaffer
Those concert tickets taped to your wall show more than the date of when you saw a band.
They remind you of the people you’ve met outside of those venues,
and how fun it was to jump up and down with a thousand strangers.
YESTERDAY by Vinson
RUNNING, PLAYING, JUMPING, LAUGHING,
READING, WRITING, LISTENING, LEARNING,
TALKING, TEXTING, LOVING, HATING,
DRIVING, WORKING, BUYING, SELLING,
SITTING, CRYING, AND WHILE YOU’RE DYING,
YOU ASK WHERE DID YESTERDAY GO?
WHATEVER by Vinson
WHO ARE YOU?
WHO EVER I SAY I AM.
NO! I MEAN WHAT MAKE YOU?
WHAT EVER I WANT.
NO! I MEAN HOW DO YOU DEFINE YOURSELF?
HOW EVER I FEEL LIKE.
Dearest Allie by Miranda Crowley
December 1, 2013
My hatred for you is profound.
Depression-era Poem: “I’m Broke” by Mr. John Murphy
Brother can you spare a dime?
I aint got no money to pay my bills on time
Regret by Brittany Friedson
Time slips away
Slowly at the seams,
As I reach to sew it back
With the last of my dreams.
Droppin’ Credit by Jason Aquino
It can be easy being financially secure.
Gotta pick up a black pen and get down on the floor,
More specifically a check to pay back your loan
Vanity $uck$ by Matthew Smith
What is joy? And how do you be happy?
I’ll tell you now: you’ll get nothing from rapping.
They speak truth about the world’s materialistic way,
You’re listening and napping, but they’ve taken our generation for the grabbing.
Blink by Heather Gursky
Or time that we spent too fast.
Skies by Matthew Smith
This was not written in honor of Hurricane Sandy.
To honor disaster is to stand over the remains of a battle lost and rejoice in the adversary’s victory.
Tree of Life by Karin Olsen
It starts with one leaf falling.
You breathe in the air hitting your face as your legs pedal a bike for the first time.
Healing by Matthew Smith (Copy Poem of “I Give You Back” by Joy Harjo)
I heal you, O familiar and wretched pain.
I heal you.
You were my broken and sinful twin, but now, I don’t know you as myself.
I heal you with all the crushing affliction I would know at the breaking of my body.
Untitled By Amy Williams
Only one power
Can bring such despair
Hold on to the darkness
And let death take over
Untitled By Karin Olsen
Look at the dude who fears
Drowning in a pool of tears
Gonna need a doctor
Untitled By Jesse Bennett
There’s those days when you feel most alive
When you step outside into the sunlight from the dark cave you call home
Untitled By Anonymous
What’s wrong with this generation?
It’s amassing that people still hating
on stuff that 30 years ago would have been racist.
My Butchered Goodbye by Haley Amplo
Saying goodbye to someone you love is like ripping away part of your soul.
It will never be the same.
It will never remotely resemble its full, whole being ever again.
Untitled By Anonymous
Elements by Jason Aquino
Let the peace walk through a meadow
its hands stretched to the rose petals.
Give it the right to lay on a spruce tree,
head rested on the tree trunk.
The Growth Of a Weeping Willow Tree by Raghavi Nimmala
The warm aroma she carries fills the room.