Sky Surfing - Gary Reddin - www.jamartprints.com
Quick Glances Quick glances Send messages of confusion Dancing around the room Like wisps of grey smoke Whispers spread heat Rising upward to the ceiling Becoming trapped As they suffocate all within Closing in on those stuck in the circle Damping the noises so they couldn’t hear clearly The unspoken words Emma Gallagher An Earth
I Sit and Find I sit and find, The peace overcomes my body, She left without one more goodbye. The new man, flash and gaudy. The existential playlist, Used in extreme circumstances, She was the one I wanted to assist, My love I gave in great masses Absorbing the new-wave songs about love, My life
Wednesday You’re not allowed do what you like, Like cycle alone, on a bike. Men separated from the boys, No longer playing with their toys. The pen is mightier than the sword, Outside is where the goals are all scored. Worrying about how much they weigh, The predator becomes the prey. The class is failing
Beauty If I asked you to name all the things you found beautiful How long would it take for you to say yourself? Beautiful people are looking in the mirror and seeing a twisted mess Of societies unattainable expectations What do you call beauty? A perfect body only skin deep or is it more If
A Curious Quercus - Barry Quinn - www.jamartprints.com
The Traumatized Rose The living become like walking corpses Doomed men buried beneath dark lies Under the soil an explosion rumbles in the growling earth The angels of the world descending from the skies Demonic manifestations of evil reborn The weak and scared controlled by the ancient and decrepit The unfortunate are forced to walk
Diamond Rough Though we grew up among these broken things We were always taught we were good enough Those endless nights and puppet strings Our highlight reels were diamond rough We grew close back then and have stayed together We broke our chains just to be free And danced as light as an angel’s feather
Fear of the Unknown The different, the strange, the weak are excluded Judgement created by fear of the unknown Where the young are trained to be copies, imitations of unachievable goals Created by the person who helped you stand Courage crushed by insecurities, loud screaming voices, blurred masks In your face, in your phone, in
Bison - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Too Tired to Sleep I wake up, too tired to sleep, Numb from fatigue, find myself on my feet, No time for breakfast, was up too late, Don’t miss the bus or you’ll meet your fate. So you run, Down the road like a bullet from a gun, Get on a bus, like a train
Me My anxious, mysterious, joyful thoughts Memories scatter like a school of fish Through the dark waters Of what should not matter To the murky depth Where I hide how I feel, My fanged emotions, My blossoming ideas, Who I am I say how I feel Without opening my mouth I have my own secret
Stand Up You don’t have a choice Because past generations had no voice Against a religious institution That rules part of our constitution Stand up for what is right And don’t send women on a flight To a foreign destination Because of fault in our nation Anon Underage Drinking They drink, they smoke, they do