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-Myk

Rain

I wish it could always rain

feeling every single droplet on me

it's the only thing going on in my brain

Months without rain make me go insane

most people I know would agree

I wish it could always rain

Rain makes me feel at peace I explain

I'm the door and rain is the key

it's the only thing going on in my brain

I can't keep my excitement contained

I just have to let them free

I wish it could always rain

I have to wait until next time again

until then I won't be happy

it's the only thing going on in my brain

Feeling like I was on a happy train

but now i'm in misery

I'll see you again

I wish it could always rain

~K3n2

Subject Poem

 I figure everyone has had uncomfortable moments in school

Even though in 10 years that embarrassment might not matter.

Trying to converse with people who have no filter,

Talking in front of class and being out of your element

And struggling to find the oxygen to breathe.

Balancing work, school, and sports at the same time.

Having no idea how to do any of your math equations

Sometimes you have to force yourself through the average day

Trying to combine friend grounds and finding they don’t mix well

Bad times only make up a small percentage of school

But you just might not have the energy required that day

It’s all about the next day’s potential to be better

-Myk

How To Poem

Find a course that is twelve hours long

And spend four days working through it

Spend most of your time trying to figure out what the tutor is even talking about

Or troubleshooting decade old bugs

A thirty hour wait isn’t too bad

Certainly I won’t need to use my computer for the next two days

Think you can put off learning the important parts for a little longer

And that will be six hundred dollars a month for the software you’ll use once

Have fun learning fifty keyboard shortcuts

Because the designers of this stuff have never heard the word “intuitive” before in their lives

A good workflow is months of hopelessness followed by a week of creative passion

Never make a presentable final product

Because the next thing you make will surely turn out better

-Myk

colorless

 I am without color 

I feel no emotion

I am colorless 

I am elegant 

I feel vanity

I am gold

I am balanced

I feel stable

I am a beaver brown

I am innocent 

I feel lovely 

I am white

I am powerful

I feel strong

I am black

~K3N2

These I have Loved

Laughing, this I do everyday from giggles to laughing.

Rainy days or storms that sound like strikes from Zeus.

Rocks from every shape and color.

The Sun shining on me feeling every sun ray on my skin

The moon, looking into the sky at night with the moon and stars shining

Summer mornings with the birds chirping and the sun rising

Music, the sound waves going ear to ear with each beat

Spirituality, Being able to feel things more in your soul and not your head

Therapy, being able to connect with yourself more mentally 

Walking for hours and seeing everything around you move along with you

Poetry with every line filled with emotion

Myself, from the way I talk and my personality

Gold jewelry, complementing my melanin skin tone

Communication connecting with the soul and showing how we feel

Nature, connecting with nature and being able to feel relaxed

Peace, Peace with yourself and the universe

Being at the park, your inner child being able to come out

~K3n2

Road Poem

 Here we pretended to be scared of the biggest kid in class

Here was my first day in a new school

Here I learned I had Type One Diabetes

Here was the first time I spent the night at a friend’s house

Here I decided to join Cross Country

Here we brought home our dog

Here I had to say my final goodbye to our cat

Here we spent New Years with our grandparents

Here I learned to ski for the first time

Here I had to remember how to ski

Here we traveled across the country on our trip to Maine

Here leads us to now

Myk

Stolen Lines Poem

“Cash, I presume?”

He knows how little I have.

I wasn’t in on the joke

Willy: Charley, I’m strapped, I’m strapped. I don’t know what to do. I was just fired.

Confusion distorts the face

“He never told us that.”

Later, times get tougher

Options run out

“No, I found her in the house.”

I watch a man burning his own house

And a man struck down by a car.

Charley: It was a very nice funeral.

Lines:

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller Pages 97 and 136

Poetspeak by Janeczko Pages 1 and 104

You Come Too by Robert Frost Pages 51 and 74

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides Pages 147 and 231 

-Myk

Home

what makes me feel like I'm Home...

Watching the sunset becoming a beautiful sight of stars.

Sitting in the cold rain just feeling each drop fall on me.

Summer sun rays shining on me after getting out of the pool.

Music blasting or playing very quietly in my ear consuming every bit of sound.

Meaningful poems that hit with every bit of emotion at once.

Every small thing means the world to me.

Everything means Home to me.

Christmas

Every year for Christmas we have certain traditions that we follow at my grandparents’ house. It always lasts pretty much the entire day, we eat lunch and supper at her house. When opening presents the order is always youngest to oldest, and loops back around once everyone has opened their first present. We also have gift exchanges, where everyone gets someone else a gift. After opening presents, my grandma will bring down a basket of miscellaneous items. Everyone’s name is called and each person gets to pick something from the basket. It will range from utility items to cheap toys she found for a dollar or two. It’s a lot of fun seeing all of the little trinkets she bought for the family that year. Everyone always brings a dish for the Christmas dinner, and leftovers are had for supper. The celebration always lasts into the night, until everyone has slowly trickled out of their house. The next day we go to visit our grandparents who live in Fremont, which is a much smaller and more casual celebration.

-Myk 

Music/cisum

    music makes me feel relaxed

it makes me feel like words make sense

without music I feel off

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touthiw cismu I leef ffo

Sestina Poem

 There’s something on the horizon, a storm

is coming. It’s late in the day, a long shadow
is cast. I watch from inside a bird fly.
On the TV there are warnings of a tornado.
Outside it starts to blow. Wind
shakes the leaves from trees. I pull a blanket close.

Danger grows close.
News of the storm
is drowned out by the wind.
Something approaches silently like a shadow.
It formed too quickly to have prepared for the tornado.
Trash is thrown, it seems to fly.

All the animals have ran, birds no longer fly
Danger comes close,
I move downstairs away from the tornado.
I can hear the storm
passing overhead, hiding in the basement’s shadow.
A sound like screaming comes from the wind.

I can feel the house being shaken by the wind.
It’s wet down here, pools of water form and a fly
buzzes by. The dim light bulb cast a yellow shadow.
I huddle in a corner, bringing arms and legs close.
Over the radio the storm
rages on, news is broadcasted about the tornado.

Time passes and the tornado
starts to let up, wind
dies down. I’m in the eye of the storm.
Upstairs, I can see debris fly
in the distance. I close
an opened door, and my home is filled with shadow.

It’s night now, and a single street lamp casts a shadow.
I can no longer see the wall of the tornado.
I go back to the basement, and close
The door behind me. I can hear wind
start to pick back up. The fly
rejoins my company. Hours pass until the end of the storm.

The storm is gone. Shadow
seems to envelope the world. The fly has left with the tornado.
Wind pushes my door, again, close.

Random sayings

"I hate school but I'm love it"-August 23, 22 

"You smell like a cheezit" -September 2, 22

"I promise I'll drop out of school" September 2, 22

"Go to sleep it's literally 12 in the morning" October 16, 22

"you watch frozen too much and it's Halloween season" October 27, 22

all the wise words from my brother Neymar

-Tazz

Metal

There is a tale of a small town located in the middle of a forest that has been terrorized for hundreds of years. The townsfolk have described the horrifying creature as some form of metal sphere, about three feet in diameter and supernaturally polished. It is said that the being rolls around town bumping into the legs of any unsuspecting victims. Citizens are terrified to leave their homes, only venturing out when only necessary, like mailing a letter or getting a haircut. The ball has been seen rolling down the cobblestone streets, somehow never becoming scratched. There have been stories told about times when people have almost lost their balance after being bumped into. 

The residents call it the “Chrome Devil” and as far as anyone knows it has been around since the beginning of time. Some lunatics who have long lost their minds have suggested that the creature actually doesn’t mean any harm and it technically hasn’t done anything wrong. These people, of course, should not be listened to. There have been efforts in the past to destroy the evil that haunts the village, but to no avail. Spears, pitchforks, knives, swords, and even bullets do no damage, seemingly bouncing off of its reflective metal surface. Currently there seems to be no hope for the residents, especially considering that their community is so isolated.

So far, there have been no attempts to contain the ball, as it is theorized that it is too powerful to be trapped. Many have tried to flee the town, only to find the metal sphere sitting in the middle of the road leading out of the town. Not wanting to hurt its feelings, all have immediately turned around and returned to their homes. No one is quite sure when, if ever, this evil presence will leave their village. In an interview with the local sheriff on what they plan to do to save the residents, he said “Yeah, I’m not really sure. We’ve tried asking it to leave, but it kind of just bumped into us and we got out of there pretty quickly.”

-Myk

Shining Stars

I lean into your beauty

observing you from a far distance

I point at you every time I see you shine bright

How I love stars 

~Tazz

Identity

  I’ve always been a charitable man. In fact, I’ve dedicated my life to charity work. I started my own homeless shelter, funded by my own money. I found the joy of giving when I was very young at the public park. I was there with my mother, and I had met another boy there who was all alone. Looking back, it was obvious that he wasn’t well off: his entire body was dirty and there were dark rings under his eyes. At the time I didn’t connect all of the details, but I enjoyed playing with the boy. As we were about to leave, I asked my mother if she had any candy in her purse. She wasn’t sure, but after a bit of digging produced a sucker. I handed it to the boy as we were leaving, and seeing the joy on his face ignited my love for caring for the less fortunate. 

This is why my current predicament is confusing to me. Somehow, I have found myself in the middle of a bank robbery along with a gang of other masked men. I can not remember how I got here, or recall the names of any of the masked men. I was stunned to realize that I was here, and not only that, but I am also pointing the gun in my hands at a defenseless woman. It feels as though I am watching myself from the inside of my own head. I can hear myself shouting orders, and watch myself angrily wave the gun in the air. I have no control over what is happening. I am trapped in my own mind while my body goes on without me, doing everything against what I worked so hard for. I hear a large explosion, and shortly after a couple more masked men come running around the corner, bags of money slung over their shoulders. I watch myself follow them, pile into a van, and go screeching down the road. Helplessly, I watch as I shoot at the cops chasing us, leaning out of a window. I watch chaos unfold through the city as the chase goes on.

Suddenly, I am back at my shelter for the homeless. I am in the kitchen, I have control over myself again. Shocked at the events I had seen unfold through my own eyes, I stumbled over to a chair to sit down. I have no idea if what I saw was real, it had all felt like a horrible nightmare. I reach into my pocket, and a wad of dollar bills suggested the truth.

-Myk

Seasonal Anxiety

Every season is seasonal anxiety

But fall is when I'm at my worst. 

It feels as if I can't breathe

 but my lungs are overfilling with air about to explode.

Big sweaters and baggy jeans are always comforting.

but in the back of my mind, I still think 

"Is everyone watching me? Am I going insane?' 

I try everything to calm down but nothing works

From the pumpkin scent to leaves falling 

I still cannot find a soothing way to calm down.

~Tazz

Notes

Constant noise 6:40

58:40 episode 31

5:42, 5:51, 21:13, and 22:39

Crust 57:05 to 1:15:45

Experience 1:06:35

Complete 1:22:45

Killers 1:52

War 0:30

Parade 0:30

Goal 41:15

Worst Show 5:48:04

Arrival 9:27

Lambda 9:01

-Myk

Burnt Spice

   

Burnt spice is a room full of people, a path full of leaves on the ground, or being at school during the night.

 Burnt spice is the taste of chocolate chip pancakes.

Burnt spice smells like fall, and pumpkin pie.

Burnt spice makes me feel excited like a little kid.

Burnt spice sounds like a broken radio and people screaming.

Burnt spice is a pumpkin patch, the movie theater, and being trapped in the woods.

Burnt spice is painting leaves in art class for elementary school.

Burnt spice feels like sandpaper on your arm.

Burnt spice is a time to be energetic

            -Tazz

I love you like poem

 I love you like a glass of ice water on a hot summer day

The world around me spins so fast sometimes it feels as if theres no time to catch my breath

But when we’re together, time stops altogether

The world goes quiet

people stop scrambling and fade away

all thats left are our bodies mingling 

your heavy arms cover me in a blanket of safety

and your smile wraps my heart so tight I become calm

Your soul is so refreshing so

I love you like a glass of ice water on a hot summer day

-olive