Behind the lines
What we are doing?
This are for the sake of our feelings
Because we look forward to pursuing.

Behind the lines
We play safe,
To avoid the probable chafe
So we're exchanging sweet words secretly by strafe.

Behind the lines
We play hide and seek,
We are so obvious about our feelings, I can see we are both weak
We're so scared to find out but this could possibly leak.

Behind the lines
We communicate,
We talk for our fate
But we know we're not ready because of our state.

Behind the lines
I made a move,
Asked you to enjoy and groove
And said that I'll wait, just watch I'll prove.

Behind our lines
There's a trauma
That's why we felt this aura
That brings us both to a nirvana

Behind our lines
We are scared
Because we were unprepared
Our feelings were undeclared
But I'm telling you this at first
Before we met at the line
My feelings for you was clearly declared.

Moonlight on her sweater.

Alex took a 3rd.
Shot in her head.
Didn't know any better
She pins the 44 at the wall.
Skulking at the rain.
Tired of the poor of it all
The lie of the weather man.
The azure wind in her ears.
Words.
Saying that ran.
Behind the fears.
Left only foam from her mouth n her toes in the sand.



Garrett Johnson.

Running to and fro
Can't let the stress go
Assignments piled up
Due so soon
All loom over me
My impending doom

Spanish, P.E., Creative Writing,
Journalism, English, Biology
And Finally; Math
These grades I'm fighting
I can't get it done chronologically
Can't stick to one path
Scattered mind
Struggling to find
The answers I seek.

Tell me, how do I survive?
How do I thrive,
In a world where I am behind?

Working to hard,
Keeping it fresh in my mind
Making a flashcard
To help me find
What I left behind
A week and a half ago
Right out the window
Now I need to go back
Through the window
For the information I lack.

- Jay M
January 8th, 2020

Don't make my head your home
My thoughts aren't deep enough
to keep both of us warm.

Don't make my skull your dwelling.
My memories aren't yours to manipulate;
I don't want to call you my happy place.

Stop tugging at my imagination.
You're teasing me with pleasing thoughts,
weaving beautiful "what-ifs" and "why-nots".

Don't you dare move into my mind.
The shelves are still full, left undusted
by the one I just left behind.

Without a trace
                              Without a face
A name no longer used
           Eyes that are no longer met
                     Hands that don't feel
   Ears that don't hear
              Leaving no memories
  Leaving no legacy
             Is that what it means to be
        Forgotten?