Anniversary Massacre.

by Lexxa

Roses are bloody
Violets are gutty
Stabbing at your flesh
Slicing off your parts
Happy Anniversary
You little slut.

Cat and Mouse

by Wesley Strall

I have these thoughts.
Magnificent words.
A symphony in my head.
Endorphins release.
Pleasure takes root.
Then they are gone.
I can’t remember them.
As hard as I try.
They stay hidden in my mind.
Only to return when I unlock another.
Shortly after, they leave me again.
An eternal game of cat and mouse.
I grow so very tired of chasing.
There is but only one way to end this pitiful game.
By forcing these thoughts out with a piece of lead.

Bio: My name is Wesley Strall, I was born in Sarasota, Florida and I am 19 years old. Cheers.

Oh Jupiter.

by Brandon Henry

Gargantuan gassy globe,
Like a Cyclopes,
Ever staring into the
Deep vast expanse of the universe.

With a large red eye,
Containing
Violent anticyclonic storms,
Churning the atmosphere
Like butter for at least 400 years.

I get a glimpse of you and your
Four largest children,
Lo, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto,
Appearing as an olive on a tooth pick,
Bathing in a martini.

While gazing through his larger
Eye,
Galileo discovered you,
From your light,
But Simon named you.

Shining brighter than the nearest star,
365 million miles away,
Makes you seem not so far.

Come next year,
Juno
Will be paying you a visit.

Once she is gone,
You will remain alone.
Forever soaking in the black void

You will stay there,
But I will continue
To watch you from here!

The Fragile Lake

by Annette Kinship

My moments of fear

Are fragile like a lake

Carefully I tread

Into the dark of the sight

Remembering the pain

On the other side

Tremulous woes

‘board my ship

They move about

Tipping and longing

To suck me in.

Moments of fear

As a thief

Into the depth

Of the dark.

No candle, no star

No flicker of lightning bug

As I tiptoe

Fear

Under my feet,

My heart knowing

I could freeze

If a crackle

Beneath defeat.

I tenderly

As if walking on air

Steel my thoughts

Searching for

The memory of light.

A feather if dropped

With the cold night air

Could shift the thin

Frozen sheet of water,

I must stay my mind

Or the chill air

Will become my fate.

I walk with all grace

I lift my weight to God

I tend to my soul

With the strength

Of Love.

My ship does not tip

My feet do not sink

The thief cannot steal

Darkness loosed.

Scars

by Megan Finsel

Every scar has a story,
even the ones you can’t see
when you look at her
the ones crisscrossing her heart like a map
telling where all she has been and what all has happened.

She is a walking novel,
a compilation of the lies she has been told
and the lies she has believed
the words people have said
sketched for eternity into her flesh.

A civil war rages within her,
although she is taking up arms,
the enemy is throwing daggers into her self-worth.
While her demons
chase her in circles around the room inside her head,
telling her what all she is not,
and repeating every ugly nickname she ever had.

Bio: I’m a Special Education major with a love for books. Writing is not only a hobby, it’s my passion; it’s how I connect with the world by share my thoughts and emotions. If you want to get to know me, you need to read my stories, because I put a piece of myself into each one. My goal is to inspire at least one person with my work; then I know I’ve done my job.

Brain Storm

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.

Victim to Beauty

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.


Bubonic Plague on the Subway System

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.

Cold Memories

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

Brain Storm

( 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.