People claim that drama and power cannot come from love

Or if it does, it is because it is broken

But I see in her eyes of forest hues the strength of it

To sit in a field and have the sun beat down on you

To hold her hand and feel her warmth fill my blood

I do not feel the need to tell her

For like glass, her love could shatter

It will light you on fire when the sun hits it just right

But a thrown stone will ruin its magnificence

The smell of smoke and grape hyacinth

The joy of sharing all I know

All I know

All I know is that I love her

I will be satisfied with just being by her side

I do not need her to be "mine" for she already is

My best friend, my joy, my love

I will destroy those who would dare harm her

All while giving her flowers and caramel

She is my life

My past, my present, my future

Should she pass, I will follow, just as the moon follows the earth

Her silent love is what I know and what I will take

And she will have my musical love

An orchestra to her

That falls on silent ears

-Anonymous

 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.

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

I love you

Says my heart

I hate you

Says my mind

My heart begins to flood with a warm joy

A child’s laughter

My mind ruminates on the weight of knowledge

The pain of an epiphany

My heart forgets,

The past pains and sufferings, the future regrets

My mind understands,

The hypocrisy and idiocy

So my heart yearns forevermore,

Running in the flower-filled field of no fences

No clouds

No bedtime

And my mind yells forevermore,

Screaming at itself for knowing better,

For needing to live up to perfection

For giving in to the comfort and warmth

And when it’s gone,

My heart yawns and bundles in the comfort of tomorrow

As it knows, tomorrow will bring the same forgotten joy of today

My mind struggles to stay afloat in an ocean filled with regret and doubt

As it feels another 100 pound weight, it must lift to stay alive

My heart

Says I love you

My Mind

Says I hate you

- Blessed Makahamadze

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

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.