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 May 2017 Monotone
Chris Vans
I fell asleep before I was born
I fell asleep after I died
 May 2017 Monotone
Shelby Mccrary
“When” anger runs through me like a wildfire.

I have these Twisted thoughts come into my mind making me wonder if I'm rotten to the Core.

“Because” suddenly I'm not the nice girl from next door.

I'm a monster in a cage and that cage is called my skin and I'm itching to get out and to play with your mind as Revenge. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
 May 2017 Monotone
insomniatrical
Science cannot tell me how I feel,
Only I can.

English cannot speak my words for me,
Only I can.

History cannot tell me what happened to make me the way I am,
Only I can.

Math cannot help me add my life up,
Only I can.

PE cannot keep me in good shape,
Only I can.

School cannot dictate how well my life goes,
Only I can.
 May 2017 Monotone
Jawad
FINE ARTS
 May 2017 Monotone
Jawad
Photography* is poetry using light.
Poetry is painting with words.
Painting is sculpting on eyes.
Sculpting is music for stones.
Music is writing through feelings.
Writing is pottery with thoughts.
Pottery is photography of clay.
Artists have their own understanding of what they are doing...
 May 2017 Monotone
Graff1980
If ever the clever killer
cleaved the cold ether
no one perceived
cause it was only a thing
of old mad scientists’
and maniacal alchemists’
fictional dreams.
 May 2017 Monotone
Ashly Kocher
Regret
Anger
Emptiness
These are just a few things I've felt since I was little
You were never there for me
Didn't raise me
Never loved me
Now your dying wish is to see me and my children and I don't know what to do
Should I trust my instincts and do the right thing?
Will I live in regret if I said no?
Will my "mother" be saddened
Will I break her heart?
Everything happens for a reason
Good or bad, you may not know why
But someday soon we'll be saying goodbye
You hurt me my whole life
I try to protect my children from people like you
God give me the strength to do what's right
After all he is my father, but this is not my fight...
I wrote this for a friend design with a lot right now.
 May 2017 Monotone
insomniatrical
I want to be profound,
But I fear I won't be around
Long enough.
 May 2017 Monotone
kelsey bowen
my father is a fortified man 
with dark, verdant eyes 
that shame the forest moss
that burn harsh and cold
seeing through deception 
honest, stern, but fair

my mother is a gentle woman
with soft, cerulean eyes 
that transcend the clearest sea
that glow bright and warm 
always saying the right thing 
tolerant, caring, but unwavering 

and I was born with that azure gaze 
though mine is not same 
on half my left eye
a drop of my father's jade 
and so I see the world 
as an even balance 
through both my parents eyes
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