Author: cframe

By William Graydon

Adam was all the buzz

Being new and all, drunk silly

Cast as Eden’s first FOX

Devouring leafy greens, avoiding fruit god would not allow

Evolving, discovering, mastering improv

Feeling things that felt too good, but painted a snafu

Growing, with no place to unload, spat

Hollow with suffering, from unknown loneliness

Incarcerated as a single voice, his jaw ajar

Jesting upward, and then, as if on cue

Kneeling, extracting a rib, POP

Laying it in the caldron God’s olio

Managing to drift asleep, while still being ashen

Nudged, suddenly, by Eve’s bosom

Opened mouthed, like a feral Jackal

Pushing inward, with a solid red brick

Quickly, and violently, like a rogue Blue-Jay

Robbing the Robins from ever seeing sky

Swimming in a double standard myth

Tossing women, forever, in the brig

Unwarranted, being clad, now breaking off

Veering toward the greatest lie

Warping human mind

Xeroxing a deceiving sea

You, Eve, were falsely slain on the slab

Zealots continue to hammer, while you brilliantly sway

Bill Graydon: Age 36, New England Native, have lived in Florida for the past six years. Served eight years in the Military, and finally cashing in on the GI Bill. Planning on Graduating in Dec 2010! I care deeply about social issue that impact the harmonization of our society, thus I also attempt to insert some bit of a social commentary in any piece of fiction I write.

by A. J. Haviaras

Talk Nerdy to Me

Talk nerdy to me

And I will talk nerdy to you

You can tank and spank me

Come ride my epic mount

Grind all your levels with me

I will be your ling if you be my overlord

Don’t zerg my pylon

Take your time, no rushing

Talk nerdy to me

And I will talk nerdy to you

Mario had the right idea

Get the mushroom, super size for the princess

Just gotta ride my Yoshi

You can be my master hand

Sure, just super smash

Or my Kirby, inhale me again and again

Talk nerdy to me

And I will talk nerdy to you

Help me now, my Orihime

Control my Raiestu

Together we can achieve Bankai

Or make it a Fairy Tail

Can you be my dragonslayer

I am your S ranked mission

So talk nerdy to me, my dear

And I will talk nerdy to you, just be a nerd for me

A.J. writes:  “I am Anthony Joseph Haviaras, commonly known as AJ. I am an aspiring author who receives much of interest from video games and Fantasy/Science Fiction Novels as well as movies. I am currently a student at SCF majoring in English and been taking many of the literature and creative writing classes it has to offer hoping to improve and better myself as an author. I am hoping that my stories can entertain my readers as well as cause them to consider the deeper meanings beneath the surface, and as long as I accomplish that I will continue to write for those who are willing to read it.”

by Michelle Schwabach

The kiss that a young women gives to her husband on her wedding day

The kiss she gives her husband goodbye as he heads off to war

The kiss she gives her new born baby boy for the first time

The kiss she gives her husband as he returns from war

The kiss he gives his son for the first time

The kiss that together the parents give there son as he heads off to start his first day of school

Finally a kiss is more than just a kiss when a mother and a father kiss there son goodbye, as he now heads off to war

About Michelle:  “My name is Michele and I am Married with two kids. I have lived here in Florida all of my life and enjoy spending time boating with my family. This has been a very long and cold winter and we are ready to get out on the water as soon as it warms up. I have spent the past seven years selling real estate. After the downturn of the economy and a major drop in business I decided to return to school. This has been quite a challenge for me as I am now 38 years old and have a lot of responsibility as a mom. Though I do enjoy the challenge.”

Pink cherry blossom petals like puckered lips

in clusters against a blue backdrop of sky.

Her hair down her back like spilled ink,

lifting weightless in the wind.

Plaid skirts running by in a blur,

hands over mouths shielding giggles.

A statue with an aura of green leaves,

cross legged in eternal zen.

A white cobblestone bridge arched like an eldery back,

sitting strong and brave over still waters.

Taylor Meredith, twenty-one, originally from Richmond, California. Now living in North Port Florida, attending SCF with plans of transferring to FSU in the hopes of eventually getting a bachelor or masters degree in creative writing. During downtime, enjoys reading and taking photos.

By PJ German

I Would Like to Say a Few Things about Myself

My name is P.J. German

and I am divorced.

Long story short: my ex-wife had an affair

And left me for the guy.

That’s what happens when you have a small penis

I am a – to the bone – Re Pub Li Can

and Tea Party Member!

I like Neil Cavuto, Shepard Smith, Glenn Beck,

and best of all

Bill O’ – freaken – Reilly!

And yes, I do like Bush.

Quiet down you perverts.

I am the best guy you could possibly date.

I open doors, pay for dinner,

and brag to my friends about how wonderful you are.

I can cook. The best meals I make are:

frozen White Castle burgers,

Pizza rolls, and Ramen Noodles.

I am amazing when it comes to sex.

I once got a girl off nine times in three hours.

No, wait a minute…

That’s when I overheard my dad getting my mom off.

In all seriousness, I am not good at sex;

I have a small penis.

I remember one girlfriend looked at it and said,

‘Aww… isn’t that cute!’

Then she sat staring at it.

Finally she started to play with it

and that’s when I said,

‘You are a naughty boy.’

Girl! Naughty girl!

I am a strong and devoted Christian.

Now, I am not perfect;

if I was, I have about seven years left before the

Jews decide to kill me.

And yes, I like racist jokes.

(What’s white, 12 inches long, and hard?

Nothing.

It only comes in black.)

I used to smoke pot, which explains quite a bit.

Now I smoke cigarettes and drink occasionally.

If there are any ladies out there

who are interested in me, go ahead and raise your hand.

Just as I thought – no one.

I guess that’s what happens when you have a small penis.

PJ German – former editor in chief for two semesters and current student advisor of Elektraphrog, president of Swamp Scribes, student blogger for the SCF website, and teacher aid in the English lab – does much more writing than he has time for. He is graduating in 2010 with his A.A., and will attend USF in the fall to continue his education in English.

By P.J. German

You bring out the English in me

The proper man who opens your door

And walks on the outside of the sidewalk

You bring out the German in me

The shove you in the oven and bake you

Till your skin bubbles like leavened bread

You bring out the Irish in me

The drown my sorrows in alcohol

Because you’re not the blarney stone I wished for

You bring out the American in me

Bar/club hopping, dancing with strangers

Grinding my body against her’s to forget you

You bring out the ass in me

The sarcastic jerk

The comedic know-it-all

The ‘I don’t care you’re hurt’

The problematic problem solver and

The paranoid analyzer

But most of all

You bring out the forgiveness in me

PJ German – former editor in chief for two semesters and current student advisor of Elektraphrog, president of Swamp Scribes, student blogger for the SCF website, and teacher aid in the English lab – does much more writing than he has time for. He is graduating in 2010 with his A.A., and will attend USF in the fall to continue his education in English.

 

Happy little floater of imperfect design.

Shining your way one square at a time.

No one to change you.

No one to please.

Twisting & Turning for everyone to see.

A constant reminder of what happiness brings.

Thank You brave floater for daring to be .

POP

 

Dawn Muentes is a student at the State College of Florida.

By Michelle Papini

Remember that time when I left the yellow dresser drawer open

And we found sage-scented cloves and bubbles.

Remember that time when we took the bubbles outside and blew them.

The two bubbles cuddled and danced thru the air as if they were in love.

Then they floated into the sky and popped.

Remember that time when we laid out on the grass

Watched the clouds and smoked cigarettes.

One looked like a seashell and another like a boot.

Remember that time when it got dark and we made a fire

That crackled and burned for hours.

Then I sang you a song as if I was your muse.

We shared a tangerine that made you pucker.

Michelle Papini is in her sophomore year here at the State College of Florida. She will be recieving her AA at the end of the semester and transferring to Florida Gulf Coast University in the fall to recieve her BA in Journalism/Creative Writing.  She was the fiction editor of the fall 2009 issue and hope to continue pursuing magazine production.

by Coral LaRosa

A monster named Silence ravages the city

swallowing the noise with every step.

Flames bite skin

locking them in a painful dance.

Age eats the faces of the beautiful while

panic eats the hearts of the bold.

Envy seduced their souls

blackening them into eternity.

Time snapped their necks

proving they were only twigs in disguise.

Coral La Rosa was born on October 4th, 1989 in Miami, FL. She got involved in writing at the age of ten when preparing for the Florida Writes. Since then, she has developed a love for it and considers it the best pastime. She’s written for her high school’s newspaper, yearbook, and literary magazine. She prefers writing poetry over anything else but does enjoy writing short stories as well.  She is currently a sophomore at SCF and is graduating this May. She hopes to pursue a career in Psychology.

by Coral LaRosa

Insert Your Name Here…

Is just not that into you.

Free cherry limeades tomorrow at sonic.

Writers block is hell.

P-P-P-Poker face, P-P-Poker face.

Never thought a 600 word paper would come so easy.

Annoyed & hates stalkers.

Procrastinates like no other.

Too legit to quit.

Cleaning out her closet. This might take a few days.

Drinking a strong cup of Cuban coffee.

Lalalala, sleep.

Single and fabulous, exclamation point!

Woohoo, salsa dancing!

So outrageously cold.

Wishes her hair would grow longer, past where it’s stayed for like a year.

Can’t stand pretentious people. News-flash: Nobody cares.

You popped my heart seams.

Finally finished the Poetry essay of death.

Almost witnessed a fight today at Sam’s Club over lamb chops.

So disappointed with the Project Runway finale!

Trying to learn the “Thriller” is hard work.

Is stressed and confused. I need a sign.

Coral La Rosa was born on October 4th, 1989 in Miami, FL. She got involved in writing at the age of ten when preparing for the Florida Writes. Since then, she has developed a love for it and considers it the best pastime. She’s written for her high school’s newspaper, yearbook, and literary magazine. She prefers writing poetry over anything else but does enjoy writing short stories as well.  She is currently a sophomore at SCF and is graduating this May. She hopes to pursue a career in Psychology.