My Snack

I was lying in bed.
I accidentally hit my head.
"Ouch" is what I said.
I hit my head on a sled.
Which knocked me back on my bed.
Snow was falling outside my window.
It was so cold that I was purple.
Then I remembered I was a grape.
Turned into a raisin.
A crispy little raisin.
That soon was transformed into cereal.
Very crunchy cereal.
It felt so real.
As I ate myself.
Ate myself so tenderly, sweetly.
My stomach was full.
Of love and fulfillment.
Just kidding! My breakfast daydream breaks.
My stomach growls in longing.
So I get up to feed my little monster.
It is now satisfied.


-Vector

Humanity horrors

So many monsters hidden in the dark 

Yet it’s the people ripping me apart 

Seen as only paper in their eyes

Ripped crumpled and thrown aside 

Rumors and lies float around school

Talking crap only makes you cool 

Being nice means you have no friends

When will this deadly cycle end 

Social media claims it's right

So many thoughts keeping me up at night 

Tossing and turning back and forth 

It's up to you to save the earth 

Polluted, evil ripped apart 

Follow your brain not your heart

Sexism, racism, no one's safe

traffickers, and those who rape

Living in a world so ruined and wrong 

Yet so many growing in it still so young. 

School shootings on the news 

It's all about who has the most views 

Terrorist attacks then off to battle

Jump on the horse, hop in a saddle 

Soldiers fighting far away 

Little girls begging their dads to stay 

Sitting in class my mind is racing 

So many dreams I keep on chasing 

To travel abroad but that's not safe 

To get my own house and find my own place 

Keep the doors locked, don't walk at night 

You have to learn what's wrong and right 

Depression, anxiety, dealing with trauma

Lack of sleep, can't handle your drama 

It's not hard just to be kind 

You might be shocked at what you find 

We are so much stronger when we stick together 

Put a smile on no matter the weather 

So much to do so little time 

So many jobs we must assign 

Clean up the earth and humanity in one 

We can not stop until we're 

Step by step and hand in hand 

We can still clean up this wasteland 

Pick up some trash help a friend 

Don't let this be how our story ends 

-KR

An Ode To My Stress

An Ode To My Stress

To my dear stress

I just want to give thanks,

Without your constant nagging

I probably could think straight.,

Oh dear stress

I wish you the best,

You’ve brought me many friends

I think procrastination is my favorite pest.,

To my dear stress

No one cares as much as you,

When the lights are out

I find myself always thinking of what’s due -- I mean you!

JS

An Ode to Asthma

I LOVE asthma so much

It’s the best

It's as though your breathing through a straw

Always having to carrying an inhaler

The white cap never gets dirty I swear!

The best is sports induced

Asthma makes all sports fun,

especially running

Having to take medicine to breath

When people tell you to breath, 

Like thank you that helps so much

Asthma, you take my breath away!

-PewPew

We Love Our WORLD

This world is a strange and unique place.
There are great things out there.
And there are not so great things out there.
It's full of mystery and history.
Full of wise and not so wise people.
But those mistakes make us who we are.
They define us as people.
No one is perfect,
except maybe Keanu Reeves.
Have confidence in yourself and you'll be fine.
Have faith in Keanu and you shall be saved.
But most of all, learn to love yourself.
And Keanu Reeves too.
He's honestly a great dude.
I mean you should know this already.
He's basically God, man.
He looks like he should be on romance novel.
Ted on his excellent adventure with wild stallions.
Or The Rock. Don't forget him!
Liam Hemsworth. Yum.
And this is why we love our world.

-Em

Literature

The scent of the new pages grasping my fingertips warmed my nerdy heart.
It was a beautiful scent,
Smelled fresh of a new adventure.
As my fingers flipped the pages with a new song,
I took in the wondrous sight of letters
Letters scrambled together to make sentences,
Sentences bunched together to create unique thoughts.
A riot of plot, characters, and emotion
And the story was reaching a climax, 
An exciting rollercoaster.
I couldn't contain my emotions
I felt like I needed to do something; jump up and shout for joy!
But I couldn't because I lost my voice.
Instead, I used my actions.
I put my pencil on the paper,
And wrote what I was trying to say. 
My thoughts turned into words, 
Words turned into writing,
And I messed up and scribble all over.
Grabbing a new piece of paper, I attempt my thoughts once more,
And slowly, the pencil takes control.

~Jules

Lost Sense

What’s it like not to hear anything

I think it would be peaceful 

I don’t know if you’d be lonely 

Or left out of society

To not understand what people are saying

 But nodding your head would confuse people

When going to places and not have a care in the world

Seems nice

If people who have hearing loss put up with it

Then I can too

Would be cool to walk on the railroad tracks and not care if a train is coming

Not being able to hear a car and get run over

At least not having to deal with annoying people or loud concerts

Or my parents nagging at me to do chores

Sounds fine with me

I think driving would be awesome

But missing out on the commotion going on during the holidays

And listening to music

It would be weird trying sleep

If people who have hearing loss put up with it

Then I can adapt too

C.K

Worthless

Worthless is mucky brown, the color of dirty water being washed down the drain. Quickly forgotten. He spends his days drifting through the wind like a plastic bag, too weak to fight it. He has no control over where he goes. Worthless has never had any friends. He doesn’t know any feelings other than the heart-wrenching devastation of letting others down and disappointing those who believe in him. Some days he looks in school windows, wishing he was smart enough to go to learn with the others. He doesn’t even know his age because no one has ever told him happy birthday. He only has the clothes on his back; an empty potato sack he once found in a dumpster.

Nobody cares about him. Nobody asks how he is. Nobody takes even a second out of their day to listen to him. The only time he’s ever acknowledged is when people yell at him for being in their way, for wasting space, for being worthless. So that’s who he’s become.

Ms. E

The Child of the Wind

The breeze was like a child whispering secrets in one's ear
A street light was flickering gently, illuminating the darkness for only seconds at a time
The street lay silent like a predator about to pounce on its prey
The air was crisp and the chill nipped at your nose
Nothing dared to disturb the looming silence
Then a strong gust of wind whistled throughout the empty streets
Ripping through the silence 
Leaves on the trees clung tightly to their branches as the wind whipped on
Trees rocked and swayed back and forth
While deserted buildings stood still like statues, yet they could give away at any moment
Suddenly it all stopped as quickly as it had started
Almost everything was silent again
Except the small creaking of a rusty swing on a worn down swing set
A small child's laughter echoed throughout the lonely park and dead town
The wind whistled back again, as if mocking the young boy's cackles 
He held up his hand, and all was still
A sly smirk slowly crept across the boy's face
He wasn't alone anymore, he had finally found a friend
Sliding off the rusty swing, he stepped into the overgrown grass
He spread his arms and let his new friend take him away
- NK

Lovely, Lovely Dolls

Oh Dolls

Porcelain and prim

Plastic and fantastic

Other wonderful ways of making you.

You appear in my dreams

Making them 

So much better

Chasing me

With those knives

How my heart races

With absolute delight.

I hope you 

Eat My kneecaps 

Again 

Like in the last dream.

You appear in the toy section of aisles

And my heart stops with joy

Oh how divine!

Your eyes are so lovely!

I see all of you.

Little girls.

Little boys.

Barbies.

Kens.

Baby dolls 

That look like

Real babies.

I’m absolutely enthralled!

I recall the tales 

of Robert and Annabelle

With only the sincerest elation

I remember the movie

With the doll

Too wonderful to name

That totally does not give me

Any nightmares

Only the sweetest of dreams.

Where he murders me.

Oh dolls.

How you make my life 

So much better.

- Sleep Paralysis Demon