Heartbeat

Heartbeat in my ears

It seems like time is frozen

I step on the bus

This I have to do

To avenge the oppression

Of Arab people

I breathe in deeply

A wave of hesitation

Rushes over me

Paradise awaits

Our message will be known

Heartbeat...in my ears

Tratar- joseG

Heres mejor para mi juego
recibir nada a cambio
pero andando solo pensando
en tenerte a mi lado

haría lo que sea para hacerte mía
día en día ponerte en mi vida
millones de sueños incompletos
se que soy imperfecto
quiero ser tu tonto enamorado

pues dando corazones
no hay rascones
hes echando mil amores
amo a las mujeres
no hay por que ser infieles
hay que poner de nuestro ser

somos fuertes en la decepción
por muchas ilusiones
somos los perdedores
caemos pero nos levantamos

no hay quien falle en el amor

Justin Anderson- As a Fist

Five individual don't have much power,
In a fight, all five would break.
The hand would be too weak and coward.
No limit to how much damage it would take.

If that hand came together as a fist,
It would be stronger; the fire would be lit.
Adding many wins to the hand's list.
Now that it is capable of a knockout hit.

Crystal Medina - The Mute Man

The man who begs,
Sits at the corner as usual,
watching the people pass him by.
The many faces seem the same,
Until that one day.
He notices in the distance,
A strange looking man up to no good.
He watches the man wait for the bus,
And as the man turns,
He catches a glimpse of a bomb,
Hidden like a kid in its mothers pouch.
The mute man runs to stop the bus, but he is to late.
No one hears the mute man,
He is hopeless.

Kayla DeLancey-The Cleaning Man

Suicide is selfish
someone wanting to off
them self is bad enough,
but at least they go and do it quietly
Don't make much of a mess.
Suicide bombers
Boy do they make my blood boil.
They weren't satisfied with just ending their own lives,
They have to kill innocent people too.
On top of that I have to clean up after them.
Drip, drip, drip
Blood flows
Down the walls, ceiling, and whats left of the counter tops.
Nothing left of em'
Just some little tinny pieces and blood
Covering everything.
Get to work
These people can't clean themselves off the floor.

PAIX- Cassady Daley
Breathe in the crisp mountain air
So sweet with passion, love, peace.
Our world is in turmoil.
People killing for race, religion, gender.
It is time to unite, becoming one
Peace to the people, to everyone.

Keegan Rogan, "The Survivor's Burden"

It's in the pity, the sad smiles, and the way they hold their eyes.

And the words, mostly.

That's terrible. Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry.

Shut up.

Shut up, shut up, just shut the fuck up.

I don't want to hear it.

I am so tired of hearing it.

I know you mean well, but your sentiment does me no good

(And will not bring him back).

Which doesn't mean you shouldn't say a thing.

I know you can't find the right words,

And don't worry,

I don't want to talk about it, either.

But I won't break down if you ask me how I'm doing.

I won't go to pieces if you show that you might care.

And yes, I'm a little bitter.

I'm volatile and sensitive

And some days I have to force myself to breathe.

But I'm functioning, mostly.

I'm walking and talking and I'm not giving up yet.

I am not made of glass,

But some days I'm more fragile than others.

So don't treat me like I'm broken,

But acknowledge that I'm damaged.

I know that this is what I get.

This limbo, this guessing game,

This failure to communicate.

This is what I get for being on that list of names

That comes after: "He is survived by".

And that's what I'm doing.

Surviving.

The same way you would be.

Erin Duran: "Simple Sunday Turned to Blackness"

Mommy brings me to this place,
Every Sunday we meet in this dimmed cafe
A simple coffee, with a loving smile
It's no different today than any other day,
But...
A man walks in, heavy down jacket
Confused.
Every one's looking...
It's mid-August, no time for winter
Then one small movement of his finger...
A flash of light.
Of fire, i feel it on my back
A siring pain shoots up my legs
I crumple into a bloodied mass of a ten year old boy
I look.
Glass, blood, torn flesh, metal, screams...
FEAR.
My mommy's gone... right here,
but gone.
More pain ruffles up my neck- like a slow anesthetic
Then nothing.
Blackness.

The Nothing Cafe by Brooke Johnston

I step into the cafe, blue sky, white clouds
I sit into the torn, cushioned seat: shiny red
a beautiful woman asks me what I would like to drink: lemonade
This woman of beauty has a future, has a family, has dreams
A man walks in
his coat so puffy
He makes me nervous, a drop
of sweat drips down his face like
fresh morning dew on a tulip.
then the noise, like a train hitting a wall
the big flash of light frightens me
I want to run into my daddy's arms and
make this tragedy go away
I'm sorry for being bad daddy, I love you
crushing metal, cries, screams
nothing

My Existence

I feel myself bouncing on the nervous, sweaty young mans torso,
I feel the fear pouring out of this boys body as he steps on the bus with a hypnotic stare only thinking of one thing,
I want to resist,
I don’t want to be the cause of death and destruction,
I don’t want to be the single object that instills fear in some sorrow in others and regret in the one who is in control of me,
I don’t want to be the darkness at the end of life,
I wish nothing more than this, but what can I do,
I am a bomb,
I feel the detonator being thumbed in the vest I am worn on,
In one flash, one split second, my existence, my purpose for being here is fulfilled,
I explode.

Good Wishes By: Natalie Geer

Allow your restless soul be free,
Feel Mother Earth beneath you feet.
And as you run,
Run with life.
A valiant triumph; each breath you take,
A kingship: each friend you make.
Spread your wings, fly away,
Enjoy each moment,
Enjoy each day.
Namaste.

Relax the World by Skylar Weir

Release the negative air that pressurizes
the essence of your soul.
Liberate your thoughts of wisdom.
Unshackle the reigns that harness
your stress.
Redeem what has been lost.
Surrender your soul in relaxation.