Look at the happy people

Are they not all mad?

They’ll empty out their pockets

To give more, they wish they had

& they’ll do it with a smile

Because they genuinely care

May God bless the crazy people

Who give a **** when life’s not fair

At work the boss shot her mouth off with her baby boomer thoughts
I missed the rainbow after the thunderstorm and what was left were fallen trees
Slipped on a banana on the way to the train that got me late
I went home for the night and I lit up the sky
What was I mad about?

People singing at the top of their lungs on the street
Co-workers ask me questions I don’t know the answers to
I prefer not to do what you ask me to
Haunted by a ghost of someone dead from a position I now hold
What do I do with these curses coming after me?

The moon eclipses as the wolves come out for the night
Spitting in my eye while they’re snarling
Fell in a flood stepping on the wrong sidewalk
I headed home and lit up a fire
What was I mad about?

I'm chewing on my thumb
and listening to ice
crackle and hiss
as it deflates.
"Melts."
Once,
you were an
artist swearing your
mistakes were your genius.
Now you are locked in
place and waiting for
some monster in
a fishtank to
manifest,
but you mailed
your change to some
shady place in Wisconsin
you saw in an advertisement
in a comic book from the
seventies, or eighties.
You've gone mad.
Everything else
suffers for it
and you
can't
see.

I don't know why
you did it
the way that you did

But it tore a small piece
out of the person I was
when I fell for you

And you will always have it
in the darkness of your bedroom
and the loneliness in your voice
when you realize
that no one else,
no one,
will make you feel like I did

And no one else,
no one,
is me

And you're gonna miss me,
I know it,
so have a nice summer

By Chloe Elizabeth

Im not sorry for everything i did
Why did you have to do what you did
Its really hard for Me to forget
My life is already filled with regret
I've been through this before i tell myself .. i learn from mistakes
The love of my life started acting fake play me like a game lose like a child you had my love burning large and bright like a wild fire
But the coldness from your actions put me out .. So ForGet you is What i shout !

He sits being torn through words of scorn
The realisation is starting to form

Through broken letters of hate and neglect
One finds his own inner respect

Now understands what they call "forgiveness"
Even though these lines are relentless

They're broken attempts to dismay his heart
These segregate demons apart

For he is now a growing system
Growing stronger in rhythm

Accepting light in new places
Welcoming new faces

All he desires is be the best he can be
That being said
"He" is me

-Joseph B Schneider

Life's reflection glistens through sands of time.
Days past due reunite with our current days disguise.

We glimmer in the false light portraying us to our knees.
Reaping such qualities turns our words to disease.

Acquisitions conquer minds through solid demise.
Leading hearts of hate to realise.

We are our own living destruction.
Believing such theories brought through subduction.

We replenish the rot of our personality.
To feast off our remaining qualities.

Together we fail united we'll fall.
Through the eyes of evil till death do us all.

-Joseph B Schneider