Category: 2019-20 Submissions

my brain works differently
it’s a mess of wires
complicated and intricate
people think they can organize it
but they can’t
i like it
jumbled
i find the order in my chaos
in the eye of my hurricane
there is
peace
my brain is like a quiet fire
calm and relaxing
or the tranquil ocean
docile and waveless
until people come in and brew
a storm
and try to put out my
fire
but the fire keeps me going
so don’t put it
out.

Pitter, pitter patter
Sounding like innate chatter
Drip, drip drop
Why do they all have to talk
Some are quieter than others
But they still talk just as much to their brothers
Some are invisible
Others are more bold
Quick as a splash
Or slow as the lazy river
They all act the same with their
Pitter, pitter patter
Sounding like innate chatter
And their
Drip, drip drop
Why, I ask
Why do they all have to talk

Stars have their myths
But do clouds have those gifts
If stars are our ancestors
Does that make raindrops their tears
What if the stars are the gods
Does that make thunderstorms their angry wrath
What about stars being lost souls
Does that make clouds their protectors
We know about stars and clouds
Therefore we know none of that is true
But you have to wonder…
If stars have their myths
Why don’t clouds have those gifts?

My brain is a mill
Full of words to till
My head is a farm
Harvesting thoughts tangled like yarn
My chest is the grass
Unyielding under a great big mass
My arms are the soil
Delicate and easy to foil
My stomach is an ecosystem
All the parts working in a delicate unison
My legs are the earth
They are the base of my living hearth

My life reminds me of a book
Because everywhere I look
Things have to be done a certain way
And that’s how the laws have been laid
Mazes everywhere I turn
Unsolvable so there’s nothing to learn
Sometimes I’m so confused
I’m almost past the point of no return
If my life really were a book
I would leave it to burn
No need for boring
Repetitive
Novels
They’re just kindling
To my flame inside

Don’t do this
Don’t do that
This is how you sound
Things are about to change
Especially with my father
That is why I bother
When I ask questions you get upset
But my future I have never met
You tell me I will leave soon
But I don’t know by which moon
If you love me
Accept my fear
Because I love you dear
Mom
Mother
S.O.S.
And I can tell you nothing less

Aggression
Punching and kicking
It’s almost like a clock
Ticking
It piles up inside
But by the rules I must abide
Rules don’t follow situations
I get upset with my relations
Aggression
TV shows
Fights
I don’t understand how to turn on the lights
They were never on
But other emotions are gone
So I’m left with one
Aggression

Strength can be a weakness
Weakness can be a strength
Strength can make you feel like everyone loves you
When in all reality everyone hates you
Weakness is the time where you
Can’t do it right
Can’t say it right
Can’t live right
And everybody hates you
When in reality
You did the best
Came out on top
And made some new friends along the way
But here is something you need
The person who thinks everybody loves them
Dies empty
While the ones who ‘couldn’t do it right’
Have a nice house, car, and a loving family
The first and last letters make the word ‘be’
You know what it is
A funny thing called balance
And I have yet to find somebody who’s mastered it
You need both to be truly happy

We have meltdowns
We are beautiful
We are imperfect
We are one of a kind
We grow and develop
We rise and fall with our conditions
We get imitated
We were meant to join with others
We are snowflakes
Snowflakes are humans
Humans are snowflakes
We are the same

Rage is a battle
Between what you ought to do
And what is right
Rage is a fire
Burning inside
And out
Rage is possessive
Over your body
Controlling your thoughts
Your sight
Your difference between right and wrong
Is muted as rage comes through the door
Then it laughs as the war wages with no direction
Rage is petty,but bold
I wish…
Rage…
Was (not)…
Wrong…