Author: Isabellas

Urgency to Escape

Static before the hurricane hits

Wrist shaking

Movement rushes through the container

The buzz of the aluminum,

a soft vibrato builds into a violent tremor

Rattling,

Shards of light refract off the metal

Ricocheting in every direction

With each rapid flick

pressure builds

Forcing it’s release

Expanding,

carbonating,

dominating

With frantic urgency

It must escape

Pushing against the aluminum

Everything feels too tight for air

The inability to breathe

Uncontrollable,

uncontainable

Resistance

Metal on metal

A crisp crack when, against it’s instinct,
it gives

Erupting

Exhaling

The tension in my lungs remains

Reaching out

A grasp for air it can’t contain

Everything stuck in slow motion

No concept of time

A free fall with no clearing in sight

Until it all fizzles out

After what feels like an eternity

Bowie

11

Family

Family,
They are the people that comfort you,
They are there for you when you are down,
Treating you like you deserve a crown.

From family reunions,
like a strong union,
there are families large and small,
you know you love them all.

Arguments here and there,
later,
everything is okay,
“come on let’s play!” we say.

One is older,
the other is younger,
even though they can be a bother,
they really do matter.

You love them unconditionally the way they are,
building memories through out,
that’s what family is all about,
family.

Murchison

8

Bat Mitzvah Day

Years of preperation,
For this big final step,
Becoming a Jewish woman,
Childhood to rest.

Song after song,
prayer after prayer,
I can feel the tension,
rising in the air.

I read from the Torah
Excitement on the rise,
I’m a woman already,
I can feel it inside!

My heart skips a beat
as I say the last words,
and pass over to adulthood,
a whole brand new world.

The service is closed,
There are hugs all around,
All of me is smiling,
From my head to my gown!

There is food, there is laughter,
There are presents galore,
And I finally realize,
I’m not a kid anymore.

Murchison

8

Life in Poverty

No food, no money, Poverty.
May have to steal to eat, honestly.
Go down the street and you’ll find me, trying to
find a snack on the side street.
No home, no friends, no shoes,
Everyday you’re alive you’re in the blues,
Wonder what to do with life, got no clues
Need a friend no one seems to understand.
Loneliness and homelessness don’t go together
well at least not without a hand.

Murchison

8

M.A.R

She never smiled, yet she was always happy.
She never laughed, yet she cried tears from laughter.
She never said nice things, yet she meant them with all their heart.

She danced, yet she never stood on her own feet.
She prayed every night, yet never believed.
She was strong, yet oh so weak.

She never spoke, yet she said a million words.
She seemed put together, yet she was so broken.
She was hurt, yet never damaged.

She left without saying goodby, yet it felt like she said it too many times.
She was my everything, yet so quickly she became nothing.
She was the son to my father’s solar system, yet she burned out.

She is finally happy, but now we are broken.
She has finally stopped crying, but now we carry her tears.
She is finally a caring soul, but now we’ve become bitter.

She has finally become strong, but we’ve become weak in her place.
She finally believes, but we’ve lost all hope.
Now she is dancing with angels as we wait to perish.

Be free now.
Sing the song of freedom.
Be where there is no pain.