My eyes refuse to shut Unlike a butterfly’s wings, they flutter Irregular- Ly Although a metronome plays in my head, My breath won’t abide by the tempo, and the one rhythmic beat is the tick of a clock that a day’s ear can’t sense, awoken By the moon Counting down the time until school in the Morning. But my brain is no better. I struggle trying to find my way through a maze of thought, searching desperately for unconsciousness. Who knew that shut eyes, can still sense the street -lamps outside, and covering them with a blanket won’t change a thing. I still know that it’s there. Just because you can’t see much in the dark, Doesn’t mean things go away. At night my mind is busy. How strange it is that when I awake in the morning, It’s still dark. My mind turns off again. And the same lines I wrote at midnight Cannot be seen on paper in the morning. Kate Rube
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You left me in a ditch; Dark and Alone; I tried to scream; But you forced me down; I will still rise I tried to dig back up; You would then push me down more; I couldn’t climb after a while; The perfect climb to rotting on the floor; I will still rise. You still keep putting me into a ditch; But I’m getting better at coming back up; I climb and fall; I will still rise. I’m so close to the top; I smell the scent of the evergreen oak trees; I will grow from you; You’ll never hurt me again; I will still rise. Unless you want to throw me into the ditch again; I will still rise. Cassandra Rendlesham
I sit and stare and sit and stare and stare The blank wall and bright lights stare back at me; My room bleak, full of panic and hatred To be okay or to not be okay? 一 That is the question that I ask myself. A drop of fear and hate flows from eye to cheek. All I long for is self love and strength, But what comes with want only comes with need. Do I absolutely need this help I beg for? My mind says no; So I just sit and stare. And sit and stare and hope for happiness. Or the will to live and go on inside the body of someone that I despise. As I sit and stare all I feel is empty. Cold and empty and worthless and blank. Blank like my bathroom ceiling above. I cry and cry feel nothing but agony, and the thoughts of just loneliness and grief. The reason people turn cold is because the body can no longer handle the fire constantly suffocating us from the inside. I’ve learned the more you scream the more smoke invades our lungs, choking our voice. The stigma on mental health so real; It consumes the soul like smoke to a clear sky. To hear the words “insane” or “ill” or “psycho” Kills the flowering mind trying to blossom. It hurts inside. The history has gone on long enough; It’s time to put an end to the label. Change that prejudice into advocacy, that inequity to love and empathy. Adriana Sliney
There she is She’s back again It’s not her first ball She’s been here time and time anew Following her heart Like a foolish girl Like a stupid girl He sees her across the room And gives her a glance Her heart flutters As she feels she has a chance She crosses the room The crowd splits in two To part ways For the pair He takes her hand Gives a smirk and says Do we dare? They dance And dance Across the room Never breaking The glance Their hands fused together A beautiful romance But then she was true Too real Not good enough For you And he breaks the fusion He looks away The crowd cries out in dismay He flees the scene And leaves the girl There to face the spiraling world And all she feels Before she falls Is a tear Roll down her cheek She says silently to herself I should’ve known He wouldn’t have picked me Danielle Vella
The waiter questions, “Are you ready?” In a blink of an eye my brother shouted, “Spaghetti” I ordered pizza and so did my dad Came to the conclusion, that’s what we had Seconds and more seconds gone by without the food I look over to see my brother I notice his head, Titter and Titter and Titter Around the dinner table, discussion proceeded My brother was half asleep, sleep is what he needed Last night the videogames put him on overload That is why his fatigue really showed Minutes and more minutes gone by without the food I look over to see my brother I notice his head, Titter and Titter and Titter The smell of the authentic food Really put my brother in a mood His exhaustion expressed across his face He surely wants to get out of this place Hours and more hours gone by without the food I look over to see my brother I notice his head, Titter and Titter and Titter Finally, the long, thin, cylindrical, pasta Was completely hidden under a vibrant vermillion colored sauce All together it was tossed As the dish sits underneath my brothers head I have a definite feeling, he's about to go to bed I look over to see my pizza that just came to me SPLAT “What was that” I turn and notice his head buried deep My prediction was right about him falling asleep His face was glued on to his meal I couldn’t believe this is real His face, like an island surrounded by sauce And the spaghetti species not able to swim across But don’t worry, the spaghetti was cheap and did not require to sweep But the waiter still took very slow Until my mom said, “Can we take this to go?” This event had everyone laughing then, And once again And even now I guess, it’s always great to get a laugh Anonymous
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