"Morning Dew"
By Anita Wood
Today is unlike any day before.
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is unknown.
Do not dwell on the "what ifs",
imagine all the possibilities.
With each new sunrise, comes all
the chances to do what was not considered.
Today is unlike any day before.
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"This Writer"
By Kevin H. Straw, Jr.
I'd like to sit by, and watch the time go
Sit by, and listen with my eyelids low
Dreaming of the way it works
You could bend around to stay the night
Watching the streets lie without a fight
Seeing why a faith still lurks
My friends would all be sitting on the hill
Time and life zips by but we stay still
We'll never rest within the dirts
Our hands will never be caged with cuffs
Staying free was never really that tough
Waking up is still what hurts
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"Drama Makes the World Go 'Round"
By Nicole Weister
I hate you, I love you!
She said this, he did that.
Gossip is a drug, and you're an addict.
Story of my life is spread 'round the school.
Spreading rumors like wild fires, just trying to be cool.
They caught him cheating,
He even carried her books!
There's a field party tonight, let's go!
They're only dating because of good looks.
Brothers fighting with your boyfriend,
Trying to protect the little sis.
She screams "don't do it!"
Drama ends with a fist.
Don't talk to her, don't talk to him.
If you do I'll be mad at you!
He did that,
She said this.
Oh my god!
Did they really kiss?!
They broke up,
They got together
We've been friends for 12 years,
And they've been fighting for forever.
Does he love me, does he like her?
I really wish I knew.
Sometimes I wish I could get that damn boy,
To just stop with the chew.
Truth is everyone gossips,
It's not really a thrill.
People call you two-faced,
But for everyone it's a real easy skill.
"I wrote this in sophomore English. It just gets me because college is way different than high school, but sometimes I miss that 'she said, he said' drama! It puts a little "oomph" in your school day!"
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"sunrise with ginger tea"
By Janice Kanyusik
steeped
in boiled water
prickle scented
honey swirled
in an azure cup
sunlight
relaxes into sky
I linger breathe in
each spooned pool
slides sweetly
plentiful inside
a radiance its subtleness
balances
the magnitude of what we gain
we lose in the sun's brilliance
each day
I cup my tongue
a beggar's bowl
