Archive for April, 2015

Brain Storm


27 Apr

By Jaime Ruehle

 

Bio: I am a full time student in pursuit of my DVM (doctor of veterinary medicine),  and am at SCF to get my A.A. degree and prerequisites finished. I work part time at a vet office in Venice as a veterinary technician (similar to a nurse), and in my free time I study very hard in order to achieve scholastic success. This kind of a lifestyle takes a lot of determination, and I have even more than that. Poetry has been a big part of my life, and the main outlet for my emotions. I hope you enjoy my work.

Train to Galaxy


27 Apr

by Arjun C. Mangalan

Bio: My name is Arjun C. Mangalan and I am an Indian. I have been
living in Untied States Since 2011. In 2013,I graduated from Palm Beach
Gardens High School.  I chose Computer Engineering, as a major because I think that technology is one of the most important tools that we have in this world today. I have always been passionate about technology and also want to find something new in mine life. I spend most of mine free times in front of the computer. Moreover, I am an Adobe Certified Expert in Photoshop CS5, so I likes to manipulate photos or create new ideas.

 

Water Woman or Water Splash Woman


27 Apr

by Arjun C. Mangalan

Bio: My name is Arjun C. Mangalan and I am an Indian. I have been
living in Untied States Since 2011. In 2013,I graduated from Palm Beach
Gardens High School.  I chose Computer Engineering, as a major because I think that technology is one of the most important tools that we have in this world today. I have always been passionate about technology and also want to find something new in mine life. I spend most of mine free times in front of the computer. Moreover, I am an Adobe Certified Expert in Photoshop CS5, so I likes to manipulate photos or create new ideas.

 

Victim to Beauty


27 Apr

By Jordan Noyes

We voiced our concern with how he left us,
With organs wrought to twilight,
As we crowded around his remains,
The children playing with stolen teeth,
Caressing dreamless eyes,
The adults kicking a soul-departed son,
Letting free the anger,
Which surpasses normality,
Each eager to indulge,
An end beyond compare,
But we found no joy,
For we were left with unkind monuments,
Monuments of bone and blood,
Sinew and sorrow,
He was lost and we jeered,
Disgusted at how he went,
In the heart of ignorance and fear,
A pleasuring death drowned our terrors,
But an ugly demise was an unfulfilling end,
And so we thirsted,
To create from ourselves,
A sight both loathsome and merry,
So we went to the roof anew,
And pushed each another once more,
Waiting for the next to fall,
Hoping death would come,
But above all,
Beauty.

 

 

Bio: My name is Jordan Noyes, I am currently a student at SCF, and I adore the macabre. Though my poem may not be the best example of one’s writing, I enjoy creating stories that direct the reader over to the strange by denouncing the mundane.


Sunshine Post Rain


27 Apr

by Tim Nail

 

 


Banana Dog


27 Apr

by Arjun C. Mangalan

Bio: My name is Arjun C. Mangalan and I am an Indian. I have been
living in Untied States Since 2011. In 2013,I graduated from Palm Beach
Gardens High School.  I chose Computer Engineering, as a major because I think that technology is one of the most important tools that we have in this world today. I have always been passionate about technology and also want to find something new in mine life. I spend most of mine free times in front of the computer. Moreover, I am an Adobe Certified Expert in Photoshop CS5, so I likes to manipulate photos or create new ideas.

Pecans


27 Apr

by M. Parks


Madness is a gradual process. Talking to myself, wandering aimlessly around the house, or just sitting and spacing out for unknown amounts of time. That was how it began. It was like a drip by drip deterioration of my giving-a-shit. Maybe it was that she was never coming back or that I lost my job or the argument that has kept my sister from talking to me all year. Or maybe, it was the apparitions that had begun to walk around my house…. but honestly, it began before all of that. Those were more like the results. The results of my mind slowly going blank.

Loneliness. It will force the mind to find something to relate to. I began talking to the stray cats that hung around my house–having full conversations with them. We were getting into heated debates about the origins of consciousness and the creation of the universe. I had begun yelling at them angrily about their ignorant philosophies and eventually they stopped coming around and I stopped leaving my room.

I never even would have walked outside that day but it just happened to be that bug up my ass kinda day and I decided to take out the trash. I grabbed the putrid, month old, plastic bag from under the sink and walked outside. Shirtless. Shoe-less. In my boxers. Then I saw him. Sitting on the ground, digging with his bare hands and screaming into the hole. It was Old man Willy. I used to listen to him rant about his politics and his constant losing battle between him and the squirrels over his pecan tree. They were hardly discernible, one-sided conversations that would begin to shoot back and forth between completely unrelated subjects but it always ended with the unforgivable sins of the squirrels. Willy had been alone in his house for longer than I’ve been alive. He had begun the madness process long ago but I had never seen him like this before. He looked like a child playing in a sand box. Digging and pilling the dirt but screaming.

“Am I a coward?! Is it all for nothing?!” he said as he continued to dig.

Something between him and I resonated inside me.  I could hear the desperation in his voice as he was catching his breath and wiping tears from his face. I couldn’t even remember the last time I thought of something as beautiful. It takes strength to dive that far into insanity. I’m not sure how long I stood there watching him. Time seemed to be standing still and no one else even noticed the scene. Eventually, I was back inside and found myself turning on music and cleaning my house. A week later, I had a job. I was doing things. I was exercising, I was going out in public, I was having conversations with strangers. Somehow, I had hardly even thought about that day afterwards and Willy had seemed to go back to regular crazy Ol’ Willy but that scene had changed me.

Two months later, I finished cooking dinner, cleaned the dishes and took the trash out. As I came around the corner, I saw Willy. An eerie chill ran up my spine at the sight of a familiar scene. This time it was much more grotesque. Willy was knelt in his drive way. He looked as if he was in a trance.

He was sitting in the middle of a hand drawn circle of blood and holding a dead squirrel up towards the setting sun. It wasn’t that what he was doing was so odd to me, and some might say that that truly makes me more insane than Willy, but again, there was a resonance between him and I. I realized how, just two months ago, I was sitting on the edge of that same cliff that old man Willy seemed to have jumped off of. He had mirrored my insanity and brought me back to my senses. I felt bad for the innocent squirrel he was sacrificing to the pecan god that resided in his head, but it was his insanity that brought me out of my own darkness somehow. He only does it twice a year now and I observe through my window as not to disturb him.

 

Brain Storm


27 Apr

( MUST MAKE STORM IMAGE)

 

By Jaime Ruehle

Thundering through the night crashing

in my sleep. Ideas pour down like

raindrops but they never miss a

beat. The beauty of the brain

storm in dark and lightning,

rain. Ideas, pictures

dancing, storming up

my brain. Its three

o’clock already, and

my fourth time out

of bed. Because

this wondrous

storm is tearing

through my

head. Now

I’m dragging

to my feet,

and I barely

slept at

all.

Not for a moment did I ever think

that the thunder clouds would fall.

 

Bio: I am a full time student in pursuit of my DVM (doctor of veterinary medicine),  and am at SCF to get my A.A. degree and prerequisites finished. I work part time at a vet office in Venice as a veterinary technician (similar to a nurse), and in my free time I study very hard in order to achieve scholastic success. This kind of a lifestyle takes a lot of determination, and I have even more than that. Poetry has been a big part of my life, and the main outlet for my emotions. I hope you enjoy my work.

Cold Memories


27 Apr

By Christine Cohn

The playground is devoid of
voices or faces

Despite the condition of the weather
I admire the intricacy of the snowflakes

I have finally made the time to
break away from my career

Yet I form tears at the sight of
lovers skating across the
frozen pond in the distance

Bubonic Plague on the Subway System


27 Apr

By M. Parks

Fear
It’s the American way
There is always
A new disease
A new war
The Devil is lurking
Around every corner
What will they find next?
Kittens carry ebola?
Chocolate causes infidelity?
Your commute to work
Will make you blind
Listen
Clam down
Be alive!
Tonights headline
You’re Gonna Die
Someday
So hide your children
Barricade your home
Buy everything
That your fear sells you
Because we have your comfort
On clearance

 

Bio: My name is Matt Parks, I am a student of the arts. I am returning to school after a 5 year hiatus.