Miscellanea Magazine
Thursday, March 28, 2024
We work to live,
Live to work;
Same stuff,
Different day
Recycled emotions
Thoughts
Words
Sentences
Teachings
They become your parents
They know every thought;
Feeling
They know who you talk to;
Who you don’t
You have to ask permission to
Eat;
Get water,
Go to the bathroom
When can we relax
And take a breath
A breath that we may have not known we have been holding
For they are more worried about the percentage on paper
Than they are the percentage of us who cannot stand to come one more day
To this place we are supposed to call home,
To this place that is supposed to be
Safe
Refreshing
Home
Away from
Home
I cannot call a false imprisonment facility my
Home
Away from
Home
- O.H.
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Dance or Die
Be prepared
to go through the woods,
the trashed, twisted, and terrible ones,
they are heartless and do not care who you are.
Beware of the dark matter and the dogs of war.
They will break you piece by piece.
Be prepared when the big monsters awaken.
Be prepared to dance or die.
-Grayson Phillips
Wednesday, March 20, 2024
Thursday, March 14, 2024
The Girl Drawn in Blue
There was a girl drawn in blue. The girl in blue never really fit in with those around her. She acted too much like a boy for the girls but at the same time the boys didn’t want to play with a girl. The girl drawn in blue tried her best to fit in. She wore dresses and skirts, pretended she liked the color pink: the color she was meant to be born into, played with dolls despite wanting to play with cars, and kept clean even though she’d much rather play in the mud but it never stuck. She always knew she was different but never knew why. As time passed she still had the same problem, always too much like a boy for the girls but was born a girl so the boys didn’t want to play with her. A few more years had passed and she learned to read herself and learned to speak her mind. She finally knew who she was. She was a boy, she was just given the wrong body. After figuring that out he felt reborn and able to start anew. He was finally able to feel like himself despite the fact he still doesn’t quite fit in. He has found his people and a place in which he belongs, a place to call home. It was hard telling the friends he did have about his true self, not everyone agreed, but at least he had his family by his side, supporting him along the way and helping him on his journey. He lost a lot throughout his life but he gained inner peace which held a greater value to him.
~The girl drawn in blue
The Reaper
Young or old, the reaper shows no restraint,
He enters a home and doesn’t wait.
He escapes in the night, never being caught,
The only trail he leaves are broken hearts.
Broken hearts are of no concern to the Reaper,
Mourning is a human leisure.
So he does what he does best,
Killing even though we protest.
- Kaylee Roberge
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
When I Met You
When I first met you,
I was at a low place,
I didn’t know what to do.
You held out a hand,
Said it was okay,
And you said you’d understand.
I fell in love,
But was it wrong?
I never knew what you were made of.
You had a heart of ice.
I don’t know why I ever,
I tried to be nice.
You hurt me in ways,
I didn’t know I could be.
But I was hurt for days,
Weeks, Months.
We went our separate ways.
A.B.