Jessica N

It’s Too Bad by Anonymous

It’s too bad,
That you lost the moon,
While looking for the stars.

It’s too bad,
That you never really knew,
What you had.

It’s too bad,
That you heard the squawking seagulls,
Over the soothing sea.

It’s too bad,
That you can’t put your life in drive,
Living,
But not alive.

It’s too bad,
That you think this life,
Is all you really have.

Cassandra W.

The Anniversary by Zev W

T’was exactly one year ago
On a trip overseas, I would go
Understanding my roots,
In a tie and a suit,
My other worries, I’d forego.

Visit death camps in Poland, we did
And learned stories of those who hid
From the flames of hate,
From the Auschwitz gate,
From those too blind to save a kid

This blindness and hate, I could not believe.
The pleasure they got watching others greave
Behind their curtain of federal power,
Their mask to make the citizens cower,
Many innocents, they would bereave.

When we returned home, my friends and my peers,
We went back our lives, without any cheers
We could never forget
The infamous threat
With which only love can interfere

Isabel C.

Serenity by Will G.

Take me to the place I want to be
An unknown land or an unchartered sea
Take me to the place that I need
A serene, beautiful, worthy, life I would lead
Take me to the place where I can rest
Away from the imperfect life I detest
Take me to the place where I can consider and comprehend
A place where no one ever meets a bitter and cold end
Take me to the place where we can drink from the fountain of youth
Sit under the sun and let our thoughts become aloof
Take me to the place where there are no worries
And our lives aren’t moving in such a hurry
Take me to the place of promise and good will
Where all our promises will be fulfilled
This truly is the place that I want to be,
Somewhere, somehow this place will come to me

Jordan B.

Would a Red, Red Rose? by Anonymous

Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains
Shackled to trite genius.
To persist with eyes that belongs to others
Is to dwell in the forest of shadows, the valley of despair
Would the sun glow any less brilliantly,
o, if thy neighbor worshipped the moon
Man, destined to imbibe the ambrosia of freedom,
drinks from the tainted well of conventional wisdom
The Nectar of life is sweeter
When it is thy Nectar
Be the dam, the iron arbiter of greatness
And allow greatness only to flow from greatness
like a wild river, if thou desire
Think, for the sanest of all is nothing more than the voice in thyself.

Isabel C.

My World by Laura P.

They are screaming
So many voices all trying to make me listen
How can I choose when to listen?
They all seem to be valid but
I don’t know which one is real and which one is deceiving me

Except One
One is out there calmly speaking
A voice pure and true
But the other voices try to hide it from me
I want nothing more than to listen to that one voice
My head is hurting too many voices
The voices of the world
I yearn for that voice; the only one that is truth
They are trying to crush me, trick me, conquer me
The voices are confusing

My heart is aching for that voice
Sorting through the lies, the deception, the screaming
That voice of truth is calling me but I’m lost!
How can that voice be found in all of the chaos of the world?
The other voices try to lure me away
I know what I want though
In my heart I know my soul needs that voice
When I find it the other voices can deceive me no longer
How can I find the path to that voice?