Through a hero's eyes

Through a soldier’s eyes

18 year old boys starting a new life

Fighting to save each others lives

Packed in the jungle with a gun and knife

A Pack on his back trying to survive

Voices yelling over the radio devices

A Crying mother and Worried wife

He says he’s alive in letters he sent,

As no one sees his bloody strife

Through his eyes he can only find

What a true fight is like

In the plane strapped in for the flight

He prepares for a bloody fight,

That could end his very own life

He holds on to his picture tight

for the very last time in pain

he waits for his silent night

B.M

'O Beautiful America

Beauty

Serenity

Grace

Mr.

United

States

of

America

Ethiopia

Heck yeah

Classy

Chic

Physique

Cyrch a Chwta

Limited days together

And nights soft as a feather

Disappear into ether.

Happiness and warm weather

Cloud around in the nether

Calming like supple leather.

Emotions: hopeless, lonely

Are the only- together.

Cyrch a Chwta

High School

Our final year of high school

Learning the newest module

We are often ridiculed

We think we are really cool

Us able to overrule

Without being very cruel

It is coming to an end

Want to send back to preschool

-CJ

Math Poem

Starting out on a flat plane of perfection, lays

Freshly cut circles of dough made in perfect symmetry.

Sketching out the visions of holidays,

Translating into family memories that are infinitely cherished,

Verifying each generation is a part of the equation.

Ingredients need to be multiplied,

And a little estimated measuring is always A-OK.

The absolute maximum is the part where someone needs to clean out the bowl (and by that, I mean eat the leftover dough)

Sugar cookie baking around the holidays is always rational.

When you combine all family members into one family function f(x), that, my friend, is priceless.

~ G.S.

These I Have Loved

These I have loved:

Crisp clear summer nights

Twinkling stars

Chirping crickets

Quiet creeping blankets of clouds

Silence

Lazy Raindrops

Raging thunderstorms

The bitter smell of rain and damp earth

Glassy puddles

Shattered by yellow rain boots

A wayward scarlet leaf, flittering to the ground

Amidst the vibrant orange pumpkins

The spicy aroma of cider

Wafting from mugs clasped by friendly hands

Caressed by soft sleeves

My beautiful mother

Her endless love

And loving hugs

Playful flames frolicking in the hearth

Warm laughter floating through the rafters

~S. Rae

The Cure

Boredom
Movies
Cure
Depression
With
Doggos
And
Popcorn
With
M&M's.

Nothing to do Poem

Nothing to do nothing to do,

I have nothing to do

Some people pace

some people go to their happy place

Some people express with taste

Ticking clocks and creaky floorboards

No music no sound to be found

Time moving slow as dripping sap

Take a nap and put your head into my lap

Dream wild into the clouds where magic is allowed

Stay loud stay proud shout it out into the crowd

No one hears but only you

How ever are you going to get through?

A remedy that is hard to cure

Boredom is boring that’s for sure

Restless and frustrating to have nothing to do

Figuring out something to do can be the absolute worst

But sometimes having nothing to do can’t be all that bad…

It gives you time to take a nap

Curl up in a blanket like potatoes in a sack

Or go on your phone and tap

Nothing to do nothing to do…

Days without friends seem to never end

But days without can be a trend

Busy all the time where you everything in the world to do

But nothing. Why have nothing to do when you can do something?

There’s always something to do.  

B.M.

Will I?

Will I?

Will I walk beside a man with his head held tall?

Will I sit beside him staring in awe?

Will I listen to stories spun over the years?

Will I lend history my ears?

Will I go back to meet the women who paved the way?

Will I hear how they saved the day?

Will I hear tales of hardships and struggles?

Will I witness first loves and snuggles?

Can the past change the present?

Will I witness that big of a life-changing event?

Because in the end, the past is the past

And isn’t there a reason it didn’t last?

How’d you do it grandma?

How did you meet my grandpa?

How did you not only withstand the depression

But manage to raise four children in the recession?

As rooted in your beliefs as you were,

Did you ever feel like your prayers went unheard?

How does one mourn the loss of a child?

How did that not drive you wild?

Did you ever just sit down and ask

“Good Lord, how long will this last?”

What did you do when we joined the wars?

Did you stare at the news in horror?

What did you feel when you held your first grandbaby?

Did you think that this one might have a chance in this world, just maybe?

Did it come as a surprise that you were a great grandma

And that Dale had become a great grandpa?

Quilts upon quilts sewing every stitch with love.

Reading scripture from the Lord up above.

How did you juggle it all?

How did you manage to rise and not fall?

A woman built with the strength of the past

Representing generations to last.

Showing your grandbabies what a woman should be.

When times got tough you did not flee.

Megdaline Duering you are missed.

And sometimes it helps to reminisce.

With your family, your memories are stored,

If only I had known you more.

Evil Twin

Making her way downtown at five in the morning for a steaming cup of coffee, Nesrac was up. Her life was a mess and she was thriving. Early in the morning Nesrac was jamming out to some screamo music while walking past a black cat without a fear in the world. She was not superstitious at all so she had nothing to fear. She up and left her small hometown to live in a big city because “who likes a tiny town?”. Her family was not very close to her do to a falling out while she still lived at home. She wasn’t very independent but she did not want a boyfriend. She did not want to be married or have any kids, she did not like kids. She was not a social butterfly and often stayed in during the day to stay out of sight.

One day she was going to work at a dark place in a dark alley in the dark night. She loved her job and everything. Mostly because she was alone most of the time. She was a worker for the dark web and often made very illegal transactions. Nesrac was against the law. She was a rebel and worked against the government. She had no fear of anything and loved living on the edge. One day she was finally caught for her crazy crimes and went to jail forever. Nesrac later died in jail at the young age of 25 due to a crazy heart condition.

CJ