Moved to Mars
by Comatli Venesuerez
I remember living on earth. I hated it. People didn’t care about or for each other. It was hard living there. To tell the truth it wasn’t really living — it was surviving. People only thought about greed and what they did not have. I’m glad I moved to Mars. I just wish I wasn’t all alone.
Lynch
by Brandon Harris
I feel bad for this man. He was disabled too, on top of being attacked innocent. He didn’t do anything wrong. The people were very scary. Him in the house and getting pulled out. The fire at the prison. I feel very sad. Him hauled out of the burning prison and hung. So sad. Makes me think of my cousin in prison. Haven’t heard any news yet on what happened. No details at all.
iNHALE
by Will Vaughn
Who looks in the mirror, not like looking to see if there’s anything on your face or in your teeth. I’m saying who looks at the person staring back. Reflecting on all the stuff you’ve done over the years, all the people you’ve met. Reflecting on all your mistakes, all your rights and wrongs, all the dumb shit you’ve done and don’t regret. Who does that because I don’t.
Dreamscape
by Maxx Bernard
I am the witch with the dreams. I am the fairy, the one with the mischief. The fishes, they live in the streams, the beings they smoke keef. Dreamscape, where the omens come true. The bees, they live in the hive. They stay around the water. They will always have the blues. The valley of death, the dystopia. The hills of life, the utopia.
Instragram
by Emara Batool Shabir
Sell your soul,
peace of mind,
fruits and wardrobe for
fast and easy friends.
Yesterdays Today
by Will Vaughn
I’ve been frowning all day. My mom woke me up an hour before I actually had to go to school, just because. Plus my phone wasn’t even charging all night. Somehow it got unplugged. So I had to take my charger. As always my math teacher assigns a whole bunch of homework like we students don’t have 6 other classes that do the same. By this time I’m just ready to go home and listen to music for how many of the hours I have left of the day.
Define Your Own Sense Of Power
by Jelaya
I define my own sense of power by
opening my heart to help other people,
I feel powerful when I complete a task
I had worried about
If I work on a project, I make sure
I complete all requirements
Sense of power means to me
having control over your own
thoughts and actions
I Had to Leave
by Brandon Harris
I used to live in Oakland before.
Thompson Street. With two of my
uncles. Out there with my mom.
When I was a kid, I rode my bike
outside. I left Oakland because my
uncle was murdered there, in front
of my eyes. My other uncle was selling
drugs. I care about him, but I left
Oakland for Emeryville. My grandma
crying about her son … Wow.
My Mom
by Brandon Harris
My mom’s name is Monique Harris. She was born in Philadelphia and has one sister and a brother who died. She is disabled. She broke her two legs so she needs help here and there with certain tasks around the house. She can’t cook herself but she likes fish, broccoli and dessert. She is a happy person which I guess I am. She loves Prince and has a tattoo about him. My mom is Buddhist and goes to Buddhist churches and prays a lot. She is also an art teacher, which is kind of why I learned how to be an artist.
My Uncle
by Brandon Harris
My uncle he’s still alive. He wants me to watch out for my family. His birthday today. I need him to be okay in God’s hands, told me to watch out for all his loved ones and Him. My got three cousins. I need to look out for them. I need him here, if he’s not I’ll get in trouble. I pour beer or liquor for him. Listen to music all the time mostly tupac because of him holding me as a little kid.
Believe
by Comatli Venesuerez
What do I believe in?
I believe in hope, and I depend on hope,
let’s see how it goes.
I believe in aliens and
I hope I can learn to trust them.
I believe I could be educated by an alien.
All I can believe in is to hope for the best
and that the Virgin of Guadalupe
could wave a pan African flag and
a Mexican flag in my mom’s village
in sweet and simple Mexico.
A Sixth Sense
by Emara Batool Shabir
It has become a sixth sense
my existence in itself is power
When people say they are making power
for me it is walking, talking, being.
It comes from within
Where my lungs barricade themselves
My power lies in my fists for
bumping them
In my feet for moving them
In my neck and tongue
producing my voice
My power fills my body
Overtaking it until there is no more
me with my power.
Damn I Miss Ya
by Comatli Venesuerez
Some people always sing or whistle tunes
Some like to stomp and beat tables.
Too late in tables or beds
drain all the dreams that I can’t
approach, but leave the ones that
I can see in the day,
caffeine syllables I can read
I wonder if day dreams and memory
can be separate even when I’m blinded
by the street and moonlights ahead.
Try to sing, try to breathe, try to peep
Cuz damn I miss ya
It’s not the same to remember,
damn I miss ya.
Why?
by Will Vaughn
Stars always burn out, so why be one. Why shine? Who would want to sit in the sky all night? I would want to party, have fun, and live the short amount of life I have. I know I have a duty to attend but hey, every now and then I sneak away.
What Makes a Good Leader?
by Reggie Gentry, Angel Jesus Perez and Oni Vanderson
- Tactics for a wondrous individual: Silently standing not in the spotlight but in the underground. Pay for your lessons because they can bring you power.
- Make sure to give directions. You can make your work easier with organization. Good artwork is developed from passion & consider listening to suggestions.
- Don’t overthink: there’s too many tasks in hand. Delegate choices, it’s a short way that can feel long
- You shade me from the vile sun because your camaraderie is my elixir.
Riding
by Elias Gutierre
Riding with McLaren
Going so fast things look barren
Sort of like the Saharan
That cali sun shinin’ on me
Haters getting left in the dust
I go 0-60 in two point never
The world always feeling so heavy
But i don’t feel it
My house and mirror looking heavenly
Is this the life i dream of definitely
Relentlessly ungently
Looking at me so tentatively
As it becomes a burning desire
Feeling so strong ember a fire
I have no doubt i will be successful
Flying
by Elias Gutierre
Flying is fun it’s very pleasing
I can feel my body easing
The world had been holding
My creative singing
Behind my eyelids i feel then releasing
Slipping to a world where
Everything is possible
To a place where all my ideas spawn
It’s here that one conclusion is drawn
I don’t want to wake up
I Wish I Knew
by Laurel Richardson
It’s dark and the word blows through
the trees of the forest that I seem to
return to again and again.
Always the same place but still cold
and unfamiliar.
I see my friend standing a few
yards away, but as I get closer
she moves deeper into the forest.
I move faster and faster
until I’m running after her
but she seems to stop
she seems confused
frustrated confused maybe
and she says something to me
but I don’t catch it.
I wish I knew what she said