My Mind

My Mind

I can go into my mind at anytime

It makes me who I am

It makes me do what’s right for all

Big or small

 

It is the only land that can expand through imagination

There is no explanation for its creations

It seems to make everything fit in

I can pin it to whatever I want

 

I could be lying on a sunny beach

I could be in a funny show

Even in my dreams the land is wonderful to me

And you do not have to stand on it to find it because it is in your head

Bullies

Bullies

 

Why do they always hate on me

Always space themselves from me

They see me in a different way

They try to pay me no mind

 

It’s like the sin that just ended is beginning

Everyone is segregating me again

There’s no mercy in their soul

But I am not a fool I don’t give in to their hatred

 

I stay tough just being a patriot from the unfair power

They look at me sour acting like they truly have power

Why do they wish for my death?

Can they truly want someone to die?

 

They’re shoving me in the locker daily

It’s now not a shocker when I come home with a bruised face

I don’t give in like some kids

Who hid from them and welcome their demise with a six foot rope

 

I don’t have any hope for the end of their bullying

That’s giving in when I think there will be a true end

There won’t be for nobody

Bullying is a soggy sponge sucking people in and growing their sins

 

This may be the end of a rhyme

But there will never be a time when a man truly understands the fate of bullying

I will say one thing to myself and that’s

I won’t give in, I won’t give in, and I won’t give in

 

The end will never come for someone’s fate

Till they send their soul up away from the hate that is staked here

Let the ashes of sins fall on those who have only hatred

And let us all–the victims–stand tall

War

I lead my squad waiting for one to snap

Waiting for one to walk on a death trap called a mine

We have no sign of the end of the war

We send messages to our horrified wives

 

I watch as a squad leader leaving a man behind

I stay in line and track for my objective

There is no more compassion

I am loosing my passion for my country and have none for this war

 

I am sore and tired

I don’t want be here no more

I know my life or sanity is soon going to slip away

I pray for my survival but I pretty much know my chances

 

There is no explanation for my mine in these operations

I believe I am not a man but contracted my instincts as my mine

But I stay in line

Even though I could be dying any second

 

I have to make this into a rhyme for you to listen

It’s kind of pissing me off

You don’t understand every man here

Has an estimated 3-week life span

 

Why would any man want to live in this land

All the blood in the sand

We hit ditches made of sand

Were watching our timing saving us and hitting the mad behind us

 

The bodies are so mangled

I cannot tell which man is living

If you survive it won’t matter because were not done yet

Keep tight to that gun and don’t let it go ’til your dead

 

We try to get this through every soldier’s head

But they’re dead before they can interpret it

I sit here as the squad leader with no fear of my death

But am enraged when I see only a few of us are left

 

Is this why I am still alive? Because I’m trying to save every man

But as long as I stand, I still kill more then I save

I spread the land with lead

What’s worse is I spread it with the dead

 

Now I want my end to come as this man.

I can lie on this land dead. I’m done.

I cannot send another man to the ground dead.

I won’t do it again. I give in.

The Quiet Place

The Quiet Place
By Keila Cordero

A quiet place
is where everyone likes to be
a where they
feel free

The place I love
is thousands of miles away
I wish I could
go everyday

Its so serene
that you can hear
the sea breeze
talking to you

Seagulls and
sea lions are all you hear
other than your
thoughts that
cloud you mind

Ocean waves
always roll in
and take my problems
Away

This place is a
piece of me
a piece of my
Identity.

Fearless Friend

Fearless Friend

By Anonymous

She always taught me.
To do good things.
Even when no good
Was done unto me.

She never spoke what she felt.
I just saw it.
Her actions showed strength.
Her voice was soft, like a mothers.

In her soft brown eyes, like amber,
was pain but determination.
She silently teaches me,
everyday.

 

Beautiful City

Beautiful City
By Rachel-Beth Acker

My city always taught me too see the beauty in everything

Admire that old church, the sun reflecting on the stain glass

Imagine what used to be from that broken abandoned house

 

Look out upon the barren field and imagine the smell of a house filled with the aroma of its bountiful crops being cooked into a wonderful meal

Ask yourself just what will be made of the cotton being picked and plucked from that valley below

 

Smile at those who seem to have forgotten

There is beauty in our city

You just have to look

 

 

The Girl

The Girl
By: Greyson Huneycutt

There is a girl
Who wears a bright smile
She talks and talks
About nothing for hours

Letting people believe her life
Is worth living for
But what we don’t know
Is how she acts behind closed doors

For that
Is when she starts to think
And it is as though she will never
Fall asleep

She acts so fine in her show
But she is so broken when all alone
Cries for hours in her room
Hoping no one can hear the cries that bloom

So before you think
She has it all
Make sure you know how she acts
Behind closed walls

 

The River

The River

By: Greyson Huneycutt

It’s a beautiful place
One to believe it has this feeling,
Of peace and relaxation
For when you listen
To the song it creates
You
Think of it
As a soft
Gentle river
With a group of riverbed stones
With green grass
Blue sky
Beautiful humming birds flying high
Buzzing songs
With other meadow birds sorrowing over
With this piece of happiness that
Cannot be explained
When you listen to this song
This place creates
You feel the sun
The heat on your body
Like a simple summer feeling
But, not yet a feeling of spring
You don’t feel the rain that is actually
Pouring down around you
You act as though it isn’t there
For when you listen to this song
You don’t see
The real place
For this place isn’t what you consider beautiful
It is
Darker
Bitter
And has this coldness
On the back of your neck
Creeping down your spine
For where ever this river is
There is only darkness
No beautiful sun
Just rain
That seeps on your skin
Leaving you
Wet
Cold
You only see in black and white
Sometimes grey
This river is not the same
So unlike the river you dreamt of
There is no blue sky
It is black
There is no green grass
It is grey

I see this beautiful place
As redemption
It shows me the difference of simplicity
How diverse of thoughts we have
Thought

This place connects to wide roads
That have street lamps that
You wish would guide you home
But no,
That is not what happens
It does not lead you home
But sends you down this dark
Hallow
Twisting road that seems as though
It goes on for eternity
Infinity
Just like the universe
It is never ending

You can’t see the creatures that make
The howls in the dark
For you wish they were dear puppies
That are happy in their places
Just them barking
At nothing
But no
They are not
They are wolves
Grey wolves
Hungry wolves
Ready to find prey
Ready to eat
You do not see how complex
this place is
Because you darling
love simplicity
I wish you understood
What it is that I am getting at
But
I know you don’t

You don’t even understand
The song
This place has created
Because it is not even a song!
It is a dream
But is isn’t even a dream!
It is my memories
Memories of feeling peace in the
Strangest of things

That you guys don’t understand
For there things in this world
That I find beautiful
But you would never look at in that sense
Because it is you who will not
Even look at something if it is
Even a little bit different
unique
Or
Ominous

You turn away
Act as though you have never seen it
Because your minds are so naive
In a way that is so child-like
It makes me sick

Because if you actually
Understood this place
And went there
Understanding
What it is
You would know how beautiful
It is
As it
is.

 

 

 

Our Wonderlands

Our Wonderlands

By: Greyson Huneycutt

There is this caving in that
I feel in my body
And sometimes all I see is black
I don’t know what it is
But it’s not comforting to me

 

There is this silence that I feel
That is never escaping until I start to cry
I close my eyes and try to think of things
that make me smile

 

This method never works but,
I seem to still do it
I pick the bottles up from my tabletop
More than a spoonful
More than a bottle
It all creeps down my throat

 

I don’t feel it at the first
The decision that I have made
It isn’t after the hallucinations
That I understand what it is
That I have done

 

Once the flowers start to talk
and the walls start to shake
I know that I am Alice
and this is my Wonderland

 

I like the feeling
It sets my world back
It makes me forget what is
Real and what is
Reality

 

Sister I am known for my sin
and I am known as the boy that has ruined
this family
but in the few seconds of this
I can forget
Who I am

 

I don’t like who I am
or what I have become
Because I have lost everyone
but I don’t have the will power
to change this actions

 

So let me walk in my Wonderland
Let us walk together
We can meet the Mad Hatter
He understands us

 

I know you don’t understand
why I do this
But it is the same reason
That you like to wait
for nothing in the dark night
Outside with
No one

 

It is the same reason why you
Dress up
Put on makeup
Just so you can
look dead
and sometimes you do it to your friends

 

Most people don’t even know you do that
Until you post something that is deep
and creepy
I don’t like it

 

But you do
Just like how you’re not into these things I do
to myself
Because you don’t need these pills
to know what Wonderland is like

 

I see it in your actions
you have an non escaping world within yourself
Just like I have no escape of reality
with this world

 

We both have problems
But you conquer yours
and you
Make it seem as though
you don’t even have these feelings

 

Why can’t I escape it like that?
Maybe its because your
World
your Wonderland
is better than mine

 

Maybe that’s why we don’t talk to each other
and you don’t stay home
Maybe that is why when you stay here
You’re always writing or listening to music

 

And when I actually get the chance
to talk to you
You always give me advice
You’re not protective over me anymore
but we still have one bond
Some how….

 

Maybe its because we both
love our Wonderlands
and bond over that
Because I know if you had been able to choose
who your brother and who your other sister is
You would have chosen her
But not Me.

Peeped Shit

Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details or sensitive subject matter. 

 

Peeped Shit
by: Zaniya Caine

 

Fuck Love

Love Hate

Bitches change

Niggas cheat

 

Why love when you always hurt

Why care when you CARED too much

Why smile when you wanna cry

Why call when you don’t answer

So it’s cool

I’m over it

 

I woke up

Went to sleep

Peeped Shit

And realized I was too bad to worry about you

 

So much hate

It’s hard to love

I never understood

Why you always wanted me to fall

 

 

But I still wonder why things change

And People be so lame

But okay

It’s all cool

I forgive but I won’t forget

Cause I already peeped your Shit

 

You smelling yourself way too much

You failing yourself

Yea good luck

 

You say I changed

But I never did

That was all you

Cause I always remained the SAME

 

You changed NOT me

I always stayed the same sidepiece

That kept peeping your Shit

 

You said I was your main

But that was lame

Cause I know I was just framed

 

But who cares

I’m 13

I won’t trying to be your wifey

I just wanted to be your baby

But it’s all good

GOOD LUCK in LIFE

Because you will never BREAK ME
AND NO I’M NOT CRANKY

I just need a little HANKEY and my BLANKLY

AND you just got the best me

 

BUT IT’S DONE and over WITH

DON’T TEXT ME
CALL ME
FACETIME ME
KIK ME
CAUSE WE DONE
GO TALK TO YOUR NEW BITTIES

But Just Know they AIN’T ME

 

You live and you learn

I learned to never love

Never trust

Cause bitches change

And Niggas cheat

 

I won’t lie
I’m not perfect

I made my mistakes

And that’s apart of life

But I was trying to fix them

And now it’s too late

Nothings lasts FOREVER

LOVE IS LIKE A FEATHER

JUST LIKE INCLEMENT WEATHER

 

AND I PROMISE YOU

YOU WILL NEVER FORGET MY NAME
WHEN YOU NEEDED HELP I’M THE ONE WHO ALWAYS CAME
IM THE ONE WHO PICKED YOU UP WHEN YOU FELL IN RAIN

I’M THE ONE WHO TOOK YOU BACK WHEN YOU LEFT ME IN SEVERE PAIN

 

WHAT HAPPENED TO FORVER AND ALWAYS?

I THOUGHT I WOULD ALWAYS REMAIN YOUR BAE

BUT IT’S ALL GOOD

I’M OKAY

JUST LITTLE HURT

I’M STILL BROKEN

MY HEART IS IN PIECES

IT’S A PUZZLE IN THE MAKING

I’M AN INCOMPLETE FLOWER

AND YOU’RE A DEMON IN THE MAKING

YOU WON’T DARE NEVER MAKE ME WHOLE

I HATE YOUR SOUL

I HOPE YOU DIE IN YOUR FLAMES

AND LEAVE YOUR SELFISH WAYS

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY

I WISH YOU THE BEST

SINCERELY A LOVE THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE

Look

Look

By Jackson Nethercutt

 

People say He’s not there

Because He’s not in our sight

But He’s just like the wind

Whistling throughout the night

 

Why do people not believe it

Because they’ve never seen Him before

Why do they have to see it

When He’s right at you’re door

 

He’s here always watching

From day’s begin to day’s end

He is a tamed lion

Dangerous, but you’re friend

 

And if He’s not here

Then where are you

He is loving, but feared

He is me, He is true

 

But He’s not truly me

He is just a large part

If you really want to find Him

Look into my heart

 

Because he still walks these streets

When it’s all said and done

With scarred hands and scarred feat

He’s brighter than the sun

 

But it is His humility

That keeps Him so discreet

But if you stop and look around

You know He can’t be beat

 

How can you find Him

When you don’t ever look

Because if you doubt Him

Look into His book

 

Because He is always here

If we stop to look and see

Because He was once destroyed

To set us all free

 

So you can hate, you can doubt

But if you do you’re a lie

Because He’s what life’s about

And you’ll find out when you die.

The Coming of Season

Coming of season

By: Devin Powell

 

No clear water, no clean water,

Only smelly green murk.

No turtles, no fish,

Only stinky green muck.

 

Empty waters, empty of life,

Only that smelly green murk.

Empty of plants, empty of beauty,

Only small edging weeds.

 

But there at the far edge,

A shade of red.

Red of what?

Red of rose? Red of leaf?

 

Thereon the east side,

Stands the shade of red.

The red, with the brown trunk, green leaves.

It’s the first bloom of the eastern redbud.

The Great Crashing Wave

The Great Crashing Wave
By: Jacob Kendrick

 

The Great White Ocean bares its fangs,
As if from the gallows the whole island hangs,

This great large and powerful wave,
Must be confronted by the brave,

To help the people with hearts of gold,
The young and healthy, or sick and old,

This great island, strong yet small,
To this onslaught will surely fall,

And as the great wave crashes down,
All those around will hear it’s sound,

And of the mourners there were plenty,
For this good world had lost a great many.

Uncle Charles

Uncle Carles
by: Victor Ward

Uncle Charles
Tall and slender

 

Uncle Charles
Sweet like splendor

 

Dressed so fresh
Never meant to impress

 

Shoes black, shiny never talking
My uncle stays walking

 

He is the Jordan Richardson of the city
A lot stricter, and wiser too

 

To advance community well being
And qualities of life
This position and responsibility can cause much strife

 

Have no fear uncle
I will always be there

 

 

The Mountain

The Mountain

By: Addy Miller

There is a place not so far away

Where all stress and worries seem to fade away

 

The daisies swaying in the breeze

So dainty and quiet you will hear a white tailed bunny sneeze

The calm wind will swirl and spin

Warming your heart and cooling your skin

 

The green grass lightly touching your hand as you watch the sky

And briefly see a bald eagle flying by

The wisps of clouds going by in the wind so fast

That before you know it they’re already in the past

 

Nights so dark but crystal clear

You can see every detail of the sky far and near

Every star and planet in its specific place

And even the constellations lined up and bright like strands of white lace

 

There is also a dark side to this mountain that very few can see

It will pull you in never letting you go, never letting you free

The memories and images will haunt your mind

Making you wish you could just start over and press rewind

 

Wolves on top of a distant cliff howling faintly in the night

Sending chills down your spine as you stand in the pale moonlight

The winding oak trees with dark shadows in their midst

And something terrifying stalking you in the foggy mist

 

Some people find it terrible scary

They say only bad things the night will carry

I would say that it’s quite mysterious and amazing

Everything that happens here is very entertaining

Trust

Trust

By Addy Miller

 

This bittersweet world has taught me that trust is a hard thing to find

It will tease your emotions and play with your mind

Almost every person that you may meet

Will sometime or another leave you dead in the street

 

Trust is not something that just falls into place

But something that you and I can easily erase

It’s not about who’s fair or who’s kind

But only comes down to who didn’t leave you behind

 

Before you can let yourself fall in my arms

You have to raise the flags and sound the alarms

Why can’t you just fall steady and quiet?

But no, oh no you have to create such a riot

 

I’m not saying that you can’t trust a soul on Earth

I’m not saying that everyone is bad from birth

I’m just saying that you can’t give the wrong person your trust

For they will run and leave you in the dust

 

Though one day you will find one who will never lead you astray

Someone who you can stay with and talk to day after day

This special one you have to hold dear to your heart

And from your life may they never part

Loving

Loving
By: Miriah Wyers

Giving
Others before herself
Always lending a helping hand

Independent
Survived on her own
Never begged

Loving
No matter who
She always had open arms

Positive
Makes a wrong turn
To the right turn

Role Model
Always will be the person I want to be
And who I look up to

Thankful
Took nothing for granted
Took advantage of what she had