Archive for April, 2014

Spell for Writing Decent Literature


21 Apr

By: Michael W. Loos

Oh sevens and Sixes, may your aura surround us

May you come alive and protect us.

Had! May the god of literature arise in the East.

May your luminous aura shine upon us!

In the East with lady moon and the stars, give us your wisdom

For seven is six and six is seven, everything is nothing, and nothing is the same!

This is the answer, the only answer, everything is infinite and awake!

Let my gods be few and bright, they shall rule the many and the known.

For I am now the god of literature, and the god be I.

The azure light shine upon me, divine, gemmed and naked

For I now have the power of the holy number.

I am the serpent of literature. I am ALIVE!

For my thoughts stretch to the ends of the universe

My axons are stars, my soul is eternity and my spirit is time

My thoughts possessed become manifestations.

For I am the holy six and the holy seven and the literature gods protect I.

Now as I call upon the splendorous serpent of light, my thoughts become reality!

I raise the golden chalice, I brandish the sacred motion with the golden caduceus!

Manifest! Manifest! Manifest!

Seven seven seven

And six.

 

Soul Mate


21 Apr

By: Megan Finsel

 

Don’t you see? You are

A reflection of me. You are a piece that I did

Not know was missing. You are my face

In the river, my

Eyes in the mirror, my smile

Looking back from the glass.

 

You are my shadow on the ground,

the key that unlocked my chains.

You are my warm hug when the world is falling apart;

you are the other half of my heart

Bio: Words have a great power to me. They can evoke emotions, thoughts, and ideas. They can start and end wars, and they can paint pictures. When I learned I could use words to express myself, I realized I had found my passion. Writing is my way to communicate the complex emotions and thoughts that we all tuck away in the recesses of our hearts. And if I can make at least one person aroused through my writing, then I know I have done my job 🙂

 

Fruit Sequence


21 Apr

By: Anastasia Sacali

 


Subway


21 Apr

By: Len

Oh your fresh cheese, and yummy meat was a weakness of mine

Then I started working there only to find,

The nauseating smell causes my nose to wither

The scent of the turkey package makes me shiver.

The meatballs in the microwave, the distasteful smell in the air,

I look down at the piles of cheese, oh no there is a hair!

The cookies bake in the oven, chocolate goodness oh my,

But wait around the corner is a man with green hair dye

He makes the subs along with me, but he has a secret I know,

During his breaks, he fills his lungs and the air smells of tobacco.

He comes inside and rushes to the line forgetting one thing,

Putting on his gloves without washing his hands, his hands are poisoning.

All the while my knees ache and I want to go home,

But wait I have to stay here because green hair man can’t be alone.

 

Bio: My name is Leneisha Cenac, and this will be my fourth and final semester at the State College of Florida. I am graduating this fall and hope to either go to Florida State University or The University of Central Florida, I am currently undecided. I am President of the Music Club, and I take pleasure in participating in everything I can. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem!

Kittanning


21 Apr

By: Daniel Cadogan

Remember when the whole universe was the panoramic

View of our hometown from the top of that hill?

Remember walking up to Old Bob’s front lawn

And picking up chestnuts

And eating them on grandpa’s porch while the leaves fell?

Remember roller blading down Central Ave.

Thinking that inclined 50 yard stretch

Sent us the fastest we would ever go?

Remember sledding down the hill behind my house

And almost tumbling down the cliff onto the railroad tracks?

Remember riding our bikes to the next town over

And the cops gave us a ride home

And the cop knew you because he arrested your dad

For dealing coke?

Remember when we had crushes on those girls

In Ms. Stahlman’s class

But we never called them?

Remember Adrian and Caleb and Austin

And Mike and Harley and Brooke

And Judd and Stevie and Alex?

Yeah, I don’t remember anything either.

Tiger


21 Apr

By: Anastasia Sacali

 


Paris


21 Apr

By: Anastasia Sacali