Poetry

Contents

1. Moth Poem
2. A Citrus Cycle
3. split
4. Lockdown
5. Memory of a Memory
6. 11/25, 3:18pm
7. My Brown Anthem
8. Fought, Cried, but Never Goodbye

Moth Poem

Anonymous

Me (moth)                         

Moth in the night, wings so light,
Lost in shadows, out of sight.
Sani by her side, both on a ride,
Loneliness their guide, hearts open wide.

Roads stretch long, past the pain,
Searching for sun through the rain.
In each other, they find a spark,
Lighting up the deepest dark.

No more alone, they share the weight,
Two broken souls, finding fate.
Healing in the quiet, in moments shared,
Loneliness dissolves, because they cared.

A Citrus Cycle

Cheyenne Cross

split

John Paul Simas-Galloway

Bullets of oppression hit 
The uncontrollable fire of reign 
Has been lit
Finding asylum in being insane;
Lost sight through anguish and pain	 

Take a free fall to recall
The  future of lost love and grief
And emptiness to the law
The law that became a thief
To one dream for the future 
Shaded by the nightmare of the present

You are free to be who you are
If who you are is what they want you to be
You cant follow your own rhythm or rhyme
When acceptance loses continuity 

The broken record of trying to escape 
To break the chains and set yourself free 
But if those in charge don't agree 
then the torture of the blood-red sea 
And you will see that there is no escape 
As you spin around on this giant rock of hate

Lockdown

Kiefer Hinton

Memory of a Memory

Adame Novelo

Cold as the breeze of the transfer of season, waxing to the pain of memory.
The saturation of such a season, waxing to the pain of memory.
Approach as you may with the guilt you once posted on occasion, shame me with such death.
Death of such warmth, you make the season so dull and sharp with the amount of freeze.

Locked away from the outside, no one knows but the memories and the heart.
Once tranced with the warmth of autumn, now as cold as the crisp dry weather.
I may never paint with such blindness, as what darkness is no longer present nor feared.
But the memories never fade with; but fade in instead.

With such crushed memories it brought, halloween is brought with such dread.
Damned all to hell, full of such fear the holiday had displayed.
Life was full of hell, but heaven eventually sent hell away.
The cold eventually dissipates; but always peers behind the curtain once in a while.

No longer the guilt, no longer the pain, no longer the freeze.
Open my eyes, open my heart, open my nirvana.
Remove the outer shell, and turn my back against such frozen memories.
I have a new blanket, to keep me warm from the autumn morning chills.

While the daylight decreases, the saturation is no longer painful to see.
No more shade and no more shades, the sunlight brings such life and strength.
After the cold the sun always brings back the warmth and rebirth.
No longer the feared season and holiday it once was, now the memory of the memory is muted. 

My Brown Anthem

Mercury Thompson

Fought, Cried, but Never Goodbye

Mercury Thompson

His hands gently grazed my cheek 
He’d catch my tears as they leaked and I weeped 
He’d kissed me, and I’d kissed him back
It’s so devastating, wanting someone so bad

Then something changed, it started out small
‘‘I’m stressed and upset’’  became his default
I smiled sweet, but my temper was lost
And down came our empire, our life, and our walls  

He canceled last minute on all of our dates
Accused me AS the reason, for him being late
Texted in all caps just to get my reaction
His sick game of achieving some sort of satisfaction

I fought and I cried, but I never said goodbye
It was him who decided the rope that we tied
The empire we built and the castles we designed
Every tower, every tree, down to the very last limb

Wasn’t worth it anymore, wasn’t worth it to him.

I felt my world shatter and falter and crack
I screamed that I hated him, my insides turned black
The world around me shifted, my heart became numb
But I still texted him, ‘‘want me back yet, or no?’’

We held conversations the following months
I processed abuse he’d set upon from his throne
He reigned our little playground, once run by us both
I was his servant that he stepped on and coaxed

I fought and I cried, but I never said goodbye
And the consequences made me regret my ‘why’
He teased me into thinking I still had a chance
I lost a lot of life due to this romance

He went on without me, his throne reigning higher
me, stuck on the ground, watching this liar
As the memories we made, every laugh, every Rhea’s
Slipped from his mind, those memories erased

I processed abuse he’d set upon from his throne
But now, after months, I’m doing it alone
Each day, each week, it’s torture to my mind
As i notice him, happy, without me at his side.

The yelling, the threats, the ‘‘you should just leave"’s
Every moment he glared in anger at me
Our phone calls were silent or ever so loud
Our bickering endless, our impatience astound

In the end, it was best our court came to an end
found my voice and my power, it’d been buried within
He’d created a life where he had all the power
I obeyed him in fear, our chemistry gone sour

I learned from him though, because he taught me
What I should and shouldn’t want to see
From someone who I trust with all of my life
My touch, my feelings, my cries, and my lies

I fought and I cried, but I never said goodbye
I’m free now, hurt, but better and alive
Our empire’s in shambles, and my heart is too
But from ashes I rose, strong and renewed

Carpe diem!