The courage and hope

kids becoming men

men becoming soldiers

showing hope and happiness

courage becomes stronger in their life's

having to be at risk

no time for tears

fight for their countries

their purpose is to survive

killing is not a choice

at time in war

people dying every hour

remembering our brothers

mothers missing their children

no one can be sure

to obtain the cure of war

they know to be secure

we have hope see them out of there

is unfair but there no one else that cares

No Love

to tell the truth needs courage

we cant show rage

our faith is going over an edge

countries killing each other

kids cry for their mothers

people lie to one another

love should be better

an act of action needs to be shown

donde esta el amor

no more bombs

this madness needs end

is now or never

Ancestor's Voices - Shane Kinney

The trees rustling in the wind,
The rivers turning into oceans,
can you hear them?
The lion running through the jungle,
The owl flying in the night sky,
can you hear them?
People wandering the land,
The voices of your ancestor's,
They are calling, can you hear them?
Where has the kindness gone?
Why has the compassion left?
The message is there in the earth,
can you hear it?

The Lost Sun by Katie Lettunich

I stand on the crowded bus,
Disconnected with the world around me.
Waiting,
Wondering how the explosives
I have
Clinging to every inch of my waist,
Will change the lives
Of these so-called innocent people.
I inhale a whiff of a woman’s perfume
Who brushes past me.
Her smile is the sun
That shines so bright
It blurs my vision.
I think,
In a few minutes,
That sun will be gone from this world
Forever.

Kimberly Heald "Innocent Angel"

Innocent Angel

How ironic it is strapping,
On a vest of pure destruction,
When it's told to give me life.
The vest litteraly puts weight,
On my shoulders, adding
To the weight that was already there.
The pain floats with me,
Taking baby like steps onto the bus.
Immediately I choke,
Breaths of those full of life,
Stole the struggle of breaths I had left.
The watch of an elderly man ticked,
Seeming louder than my pounding
Heart.
A small child grabbed the pocket of my coat,
Awakening my senses.
It is her hand that touches,
The button of destruction.
Quickly I force a smile,
Sweat plastering my forehead.
My other hand is filled,
With the God I put my faith in.
Replacing her hand with mine,
The image of my own innocent angel,
Reflects in my eyes.
Why would I be selfish,
For my paradise,
Now it's I who joins the breathing of the living,
Today is one less day,
Where innocence dies.

Puppetier by Olivia Lange

Your head is held up by the strings you display
Let down the strings
Please let me see the weight you carry
Put yourself into my lap
Let me stroke away your pain
Tell your master to cut the strings
Be free and find your balance again
Let the tears you hold back wipe away the fakeness of your face
Come to reality
Have it seep into your skin
Deep
So that you never forget it
Never let the strings to the old you be reattached

Regrets By Hayley Richman

Walking down the street so focused on my goal

My nerves have diminished leaving a space

So empty

Gradually filling with ideas

Regrets

Like a tap filling a sink

A tunnel is all I see

I know I'm near

People rush around living yet another day

I am the one to take the rest of them

All is silent, I am deaf

Motionless

Victims walk near to me

Unknowingly

Walking toward the only mistake

They have ever made

Pursuing Happiness - Linnea Dixson

Happiness is not a noun
A person, place, or thing.
It starts with a smile
And resonates; it is a state of being
Happiness is like snow coated trees
That glisten in the sun
Each branch its own, sparkling
To shed some light on everyone.
And when you first discover it
You will settle for no less
For you will have tasted just enough
Pure and unadorned happiness.