It's time to free myself,
Hey girl...I did all the laundry this morning so we can spend the afternoon under the cherry tree mapping the image arcs of your major and minor characters
enjoying caprese grilled cheese
What light is light if Silvia be not seen
to liquify the solidity of doubt
even when he has just been fed
and glow the tamrasky wild.
I often feel as blue as the veins under my pale skin.
It will always be something I ate.
Compiled by SFYS writers
Genius Idea by Daisy Allred
Friday, April 29, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Compilation Poem for March 17, 2016
“I know it’s dire, my time today”
I am afraid of shrinking and having no one notice,
He will make you a part of nostalgia,
And in that moment, you will change the definition of regret
They know every revolution will devour its children
We fight, again the cycle will replay.
You can nearly hear the children, pointing from the streets
“Where is Heaven if we can’t see it?”
Slowwwwwwwwwwy growy sticky veins and thickly gains made daily daily
May God bless us, everyone
We are still alive.
Compiled by Madelyn Taylor
Compiled by Madelyn Taylor
Friday, April 8, 2016
Compilation Poem for April 7, 2016
A bent wheel with a rhythmic call
Flowers wither under tyranny’s boot
She was the toughest soldier I ever met
That is true for all of us
Love is nothing if not cliché
I am tired of hours so bitter
And much of it grieved my heart to think
What man has done to man
And I must think
Do all I can
That there was pleasure there
Our thumbprints are everywhere
A teacher of composition
And she became an action
Telling the children bed time stories
From the book she
loved
Children examine through crystallizing eyes
Training for the next war
Flowers floating around the bedroom
Like poet misses paper
Because my body knows this poem is over
Without warning
I was tearing apart
I was petrified
I couldn’t blink
I fell
And that’s habit.
Compiled by Casper Wyatt
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