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 Apr 2016 Jane Harper
Rose
The weakness in me is driven by the comfort I find in you. You sometimes help me find myself, but push me away from finding the world. You open my eyes to different beings but keep me away from dwelling in their hearts because you feel they will deceive me. You let me chant to my black spirit emotions that put me into a trance, which makes me find comfort in your darkness. You curse me with false inner peace, and leave me ignorant. You withhold my happiness in your deed-full hands and toss my soul in abyss. You cremated my spirit, but yet I ask for more. You are the reason I feel dissolved in the river of betrayal, hate, depression and confusion, but yet you feel better than purchased emotions and smiles
I beg of you

A poem for the seniors.
I beg of you, do not go to college.
You've heard it all wrong,
about the future, I mean.
I heard what they told me,
I remember it clealy...
If I want to be happy, if I want a job, if I want to make a living for myself...
I need to apply
I need to make the deadline
I need the best SAT
Take it once, twice?
Okay maybe three.
get good grades
student council
sports
be
everything.


You heard it all wrong.
Have you been out of the state,
the country?
Neither had I.
Just leave
find a program,
volunteer,
work abroad,
see whats outs there.

You are so young,
college makes you sit
it makes you stay
it makes you spend your life away
inside,
in debt,
in class,
inside your head.

You wont be leaving
and if you try
your debt will choke you
you can't leave that behind.
So I beg of you,
get out while you can
 Apr 2016 Jane Harper
Kairee F
Mind so jumbled,
I’ve forgotten how to speak
words that can complete the thoughts
that fill each lobe of my brain with
terror.
I got so comfortable
in this new existence,
I forgot there are still hardships left.
A lump in my larynx makes breathing stiff,
Unsteady beats pulse in my neck
through a throat that’s quickly closing.
I should stop being surprised by
the chatter I hear,
the defamations,
the deceit,
the dishonesty,
but I don’t know how to comprehend
a human being
who acts so inhuman.
We are supposed to be a complex species,
unique in our ability to show love and compassion,
to place others ahead of ourselves,
to act from a heart that can understand
the immensity of a tear shed
out of sheer  benevolence,
but all I’ve experienced
from the spectral bluster
of a web where the spider lies
is an animalistic need to please
one’s own desires
to the point of pathological nepotism.
Dear Lord,
just steady the drum in my chest
as I fold my hands to pray.

— The End —