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 Mar 2016 ns
Gabriella Chiodo
No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to teach creativity.
Society tells all of us to be creative and original,
That we all shouldn't be afraid of expressing ourselves.
This all holds true,
For we should be proud of who we are.
However,
How is originality possible when we are taught to conform?
We're taught from day one to only use certain colors.
To read, write, and think a certain way.
If we don't adhere to this "certain way,"
Then we are seen as wrong.
Unintelligent.
We're all expected to be this one, cookie cutter student.
A one size fits all type of person.
What happened to our originality instilled deep down within us?
There is no wrong way to express YOURself.
The education system is the great inhibitor to our creativity.
Creativity may be impossible to teach, but it sure is possible to unteach.
School systems should be encouraging students to embrace their differences & should stop holding back the creative minds of our youth.
 Mar 2016 ns
Cedric McClester
By: Cedric McClester

I took a journey in my mind
Back to another place and time
Now all I want is another line
Seeing is scary to the blind

Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind

The past and present gets confused
Just like the needles that I've used
My flesh was made to be abused
They say detox but I refuse

Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind

Now you might think that I'm insane
Cause I get off on my own pain
It's something deeper in the brain
A closer look and you might find
Seeing is scary to the blind
Seeing is scary to the blind

I feel the warmth of mother's womb
Or perhaps it's just impending doom
Could be the weight of my own tomb
So all that's left for me is gloom

Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind

Now you might think that I'm insane
Cause I get off on my own pain
It's something deeper in the brain
A closer look and you might find
Seeing is scary to the blind
Seeing is scary to the blind

Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind
Excuse me while I take a hit
Cause everyday I feel like ****
If I had sense maybe I'd quit
I  tell myself but still I find
Seeing is scary to the blind



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
 Mar 2016 ns
More than Man
Justifying your own means
Always leads where one begins.
To meet expectation of attempts
And forever loosen ends.

For when free will can flourish
Converging where discussion ends.
When dreams are traded in for rest
A cursed name is made of 'Friend'.

You find that honesty alone
Is exclusive to eternal youth
Where time's not spent on others' words
But finding the Truth in You.
 Mar 2016 ns
Emma Nicole
I have broken into many graves
Stolen peace from lifeless bodies
What I am searching for is not there
 Mar 2016 ns
rootsbudsflowers
Please love me
Forever again
Like that.
 Mar 2016 ns
AavelinaJaden
The crow
 Mar 2016 ns
AavelinaJaden
His touch was light as a feather
                                  Made of metal and coal
It burned a mark into my heart
                            And into my cheek as well
Swaddled me in layers of warmth
                                         But left me so cold
It tickled my nerves
                                  And tested my patience
I fell in love with a bird
                               The wind could not catch
 Mar 2016 ns
Mateuš Conrad
i'm just bored of having to feel what other people
feel, limiting the realism of things,
a woman with a child's  severed head in moscow is
sensationalism to them, but when they get a mild
reality, Kashmir chilly  on the palette, they make
cheap Monty Python jokes to scare the facts away...
the so-called satire that requires canned laughter;
was given a library of 25 philosophy books,
not one of them by an englishman,
went as far back as the greeks,
i guess the version of english egalitarian
was not worth a communism,
somehow the two synonyms became
antonyms... 25 volumes of philosophy,
not one english philosopher...
the english intellectualise: i.e.:
regurgitate facts....
the english do not philosophise,
i.e. instead they cite facts... they're intellectuals by rite
of citation, the citation of facts,
they can't philosophise i.e. not cite (facts)...
they intellectualise, they cite and recite
facts with a dogmatism that fears a demolition
and no rekindling of interest...
to philosophise is to avoid citation:
to work from nothing,
the english cannot philosophise because
they intellectualise and by intellectualism
they cite and recite facts like an ave maria
pi = 3.14... Galileo's spectacles...
etc. the english cannot philosophise, they're
just intellectuals, they cite and recite facts,
they cannot engage from non-citation or non-recitation
of a fact, like a greek might ignore a stone
and fool himself claiming it's nothing,
the english cannot allow a confiscation of
a subject and treat it as nothing,
it would not make sense as to why charles i
was the precursor of the french aristocratic en masse
meeting with the guillotine if darwinism wasn't
discovered on the islands of Galapagos...
although i beg to differ with a thought on Gauguin
and the islands of Tahiti: make a turtle yawn
and you'll jinx yourself a blessing to live to be one hundred years old.
 Mar 2016 ns
Slam
Will Be
 Mar 2016 ns
Slam
I settled in a chair
With my Long short black hair
Staring at fake faces
Lost in a bloated space

Filling the circles in my head
Popping out of distance
I could not see
What it seems to be

Will it be my past
Pained by childhood trust
Or a hollow dark dreamy time
Engraved in my scars since nine

Will it be my present
Confused by the blue moment
Or morning craving for a heart to lean
Concieved today at seventeen

Will it be my future
Fuelled by all necessary means
Or burned through a spark of fire
From the woods I came since birth

When my alarm clock rings
Who I see
Where I belong
What was
Will be
Because this is the beauty of
Why i wake up to reality
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