Month: December 2013

By Kristina Rehak

As the time wastes away so does my soul,

Withered like someone’s age,

My day comes to its end.

Wishing that I can face the next day,

Knowing that no matter what,

I am going to have to deal with it anyway.

My eyes shut without my consent,

Dwelling in my dreams,

I overlook the problems of the day.

My loss of breath expands to a loss of energy,

I lay in the breathless state,

In the darkness of the room.

The only thing to comfort me,

Are the dreams to come,

And I fall into my restless sleep.

I dream of you and my breath sparks,

You are my breath and my hope,

To get through the next day.

So I smile as I dream,

Because I am with you,

Wishing my dreams will never end.

I awake, yet my breath dies again,

Because without you,

Every start of my day is really the end.

 

Bio: My name is Kristina Rehak, and I’m currently attending SCF to obtain my AA in Biology. After my 2 years I will be transferring to FAU on the East Coast of Florida to continue my schooling, to eventually obtain a Master’s in Marine Biology with a Minor in Oceanic Engineering. I am an animal and nature lover, and my favorite reading material is poetry. Favorite authors are Charles Bukowski and Percy Shelly Bysshe. I will be getting married Nov. 9^th 2014, and my favorite hobbies is cooking and surfing.

By Bonanza Jellybean

That house.

The house I hid away in; yes,

that house,

head under the blankets

to shut out

the daylight,

the landlord’s call,

the knocking

from anyone at all;

the face in the window,

that I don’t recognize,

but that looks a lot like me.

From here,

I stand to look at you, house,

with a stomach full of rocks.

Knowing

the contents of my life

still lie in the bottom of a box

forgotten in that corner by

the window that’s still shattered,

the red curtains closed,

bleeding over the things that

I thought mattered.

Inside,

stepping over clothes

forgotten after they were flung

masterpieces remain unfinished, and

pictures left unhung.

Cupboards are still empty.

Ghosts of “Remember When?” will still be

lying on the bathroom floor

like those people that

“I’ll never be like…”.

Outside,

the skinny black cat

still hides by the front door,

afraid to come in

and ask for more but

too hungry to run.

I can see all of this

from here, in a new house,

by a new window, looking out

of new curtains,

on a new bed,

with my new cat;

I can see this because

part of me is still there, in that

old house, in that old bed,

with my head under the blankets,

too hungry to run.

By Courtney Cournan

Every three weeks on the dot I hear my mother say,

You look homeless child go get a hair cut today,

As I obey her commands and do as I am told,

I venture to the nearby barber to get the mow,

I tell her short over here and same over there,

But for the middle make it stand straight in the air,

She looked pretty shocked — a well dressed boy like me,

Asking her to take the side parted hair to a Mohawk frenzy,

She did as she was told and I paid her extra for no comments,

But walking the neighborhood streets people were astonished,

Some glanced as I passed; others pointed in front,

How did little Ottis Riley get into this funk?

As I swung open the front door I saw mom doing the dishes,

I slammed it behind me and caused a uneasiness,

She dropped her plate smashing hard on the floor,

Her hands covering her mouth splashing up soap and more,

The screams still echoed deep in my head,

Hours later as I lay bald in my bed.

 

Bio: My name is Courtney Cournan; I am a twenty three year old dental assistant and college student. My goals in life are to become a dental hygienist and travel the world with missionary’s using my medical knowledge and religious beliefs to help others. I currently have about four more years of school until I will accomplish this goal, due to only going part time and working full time. I am proud of myself for getting threw this semester, English has never been one of my strong suits but I gave it my all and it turns out I truly took a big interest in poetry! It makes all the difference when you have a great professor. I hope you enjoy the poem!