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 Dec 2016
James M Vines
The sound of keys echo down the cellblock. The footsteps of the officer follow in kind as time passes at a snails pace behind iron bars and stone walls. Looking out of a ***** window you get a sense of the hopelessness as the grey skies pass and the rain falls into a barren and lifeless yard. Nothing grows down there but a few scraggly weeds. It feels like your in a pressure cooker and that something has to boil over sometimes. Yet the days drag on and the bland colors of cement and steel drain the life out of you little by little. You grasp at every thread of sanity you can imagine, but in the end all you hear is the familiar echo of keys and the foot steps of a never ending watch. The pieces on the chess board occasionally change, but the game remains the same. Sitting behind the walls and fences stuck in a lifeless room, waiting on something to change as you die a little each day.
 Dec 2016
Ami Shae
"Want to know a secret
Just between you and I?
I am not really living my life
just patiently waiting to die..."*
But I never got an answer
when I sincerely asked her, "Why?"
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I still wonder...was her life that bad? Sigh...
She died young (only 61) :(
 Dec 2016
Nicole
my heart is racing as i feel tears upon my nose
i'm too scared to even ask if i can open a window
my mind is aching in this small, freezing room
i'm left silent and ill
waiting for my cue

i wonder what is causing the scary images in my small mind
they're certainly nothing pretty or interesting
but they feel real to me

quiet and still, i wish not to be noticed
frail and damaged, i sit hoping
but i'm at the front of my class, where everyone can see me
i can't hide my badly dyed hair
but i can hide my dreams
 Dec 2016
Doll Spaghetti
a cyborg leaps 200 feet
broken out from the facility
they're faster than him
and more persistent
but he wont go back
________

a girl
and i
both here
waiting
for summer
thinking
about
each other
daily
and nightly
 Dec 2016
Jay Kay
There is a building
with two people's chalk silhouettes painted
High up
Super high up
on the front.
Did they jump?
Or were they traced on the ground and the house was flipped right side up?
 Dec 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Mediating throughout my body is a shivering cold, the winter is here and snowfall is now of old, yet I continue shaking in a blindfold.

Wandering aimlessly in these woods of life,
trying to fixate and aim and not ***** the competing wildlife.

My one chance to make it in this forest,
I must listen as though I am this woods leading aurist.

All of this preparation for one shot at a "happy life",
a cookie-cutter form of "what to do" with your knife.

As a twig snaps beneath me and all is spooked I suddenly realize,
I now hypothesize that I must revolutionize my own "happy life"

I sprint through from and away the woods without a second of regret or care of the startling noise I paraded through these sacred woods, the bright moon leading me to all that I wanted...happiness.
 Nov 2016
Kenna
I don’t need things
sanitary, I just need them
clean.

I need them blank
and malleable and empty—  
bare
and impenetrable and deterring:
the cold walls of a cloroxed surface
the wide base of a lysoled space.

Spattered crumbs across a kitchen counter can be
brushed off. Calcified toothpaste around the bathroom sink can be
scrubbed away. Spilled decisions and the inability to make them—
a cocktail of Hennessy and incidental encounters— can be.

Can be
ignored, and covered up, and forgotten.
Can be
pushed aside and shoved away and misremembered.
Can be
obscured and omitted and lied about
—sanitary, but never clean.

I cannot wash my hands of his sweat.
I cannot gargle away his taste.
I cannot comb out his fingernails.

I may be sanitary, but I will never feel clean.
something i've been struggling with
 Nov 2016
Eliza Lindsey
I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

1993 you gave birth to me, sweet little baby girl had the world at my feet, before I could even stand.
Cradled me in your right and your left hand a precious bundle of un-made plans.
Hopes and dreams of bigger things, a bright future so it seemed
But that light grew a little less bright as I grew up we began to fight.
When I was 13 I was so **** mean, running away had nothing more to say then I hate you.
But that's not true now
I just don't, I just don't, I just don't know how to say;

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

You never talk about me to your friends
Because you must be so embarrassed
I dropped out of college without any plans; I moved back home I couldn't even pay rent.
I was living on your couch trying to figure it out, cutting myself up, tearing myself down.

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

I'm sorry that I couldn't buy you that house upon that hill
Or take care of all your medical bills
I know I didn't make you proud; I should've been someone by now but I never figured out how
I'm sorry that I couldn't buy you that house upon that hill
Or take care of all your medical bills
I know I didn't make you proud; I should've been someone by now but I never figured out how

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together...

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

Sincerely, Your Daughter
love this song.
By Anna Clendening
 Nov 2016
The Judge
Life is a complex puzzle
That is full of lost pieces.
Every day you try to look
Your number of them increases.

You don't need a picture
To see where to put them.
That's like putting leaves
Back on a broken stem.
I was getting rusty so I decided to write a quick little poem
 Nov 2016
Catherine Omoligho
whose fault is it
that I'm sad and alone
is it because you didn't want me
or because i thought you would

my hopes were up
my judgement was clouded
i knew it wouldn't happen
but i went and i tried it

In the end, all that's left is me
me and my heart
me and myself
me and myself and I

maybe this is fine
maybe this is all i need
me myself and i
will do just fine
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