Why do we rely on technology?
It is sad that we have come to this stage.
Using our own time as an effigy,
Trapped within the technological cage.
We have become slaves to the internet,
Twitter and Facebook consuming our lives.
Yet no one complains, we are all content,
As we slowly lose our physical drives.
Technology has us within its grip,
Consuming our lives with a single nip.
By: Joshua McMahan
Humans are beings
Whose lives’ can be teeming
With work, school, family, and friends.
Humans’ lives take many trends.
They bask in great success,
Make endless messes,
Fix a friendship gone awry,
Lose a friend on the sly.
We are human.
We go through suffering and pain
Sometimes being lain
In a bed sick
Or with a broken heart that can’t be fixed.
At times we are shattered,
But, most of the time that doesn’t matter.
For we can be put together again.
We just don’t know when.
We are human.
We make mistakes
And sometimes the earth quakes
With our anger, sadness and troubles.
We are human.
Our sadness can cry endless rivers,
Then, there comes a giver
Who tells us not to mope,
But to go about with hope.
For you never know what’s on the other side
An endless path, so far and wide,
We couldn’t know what’s on the other side,
The grass becomes greener,
The trees become leaner,
The environment always changes.
It always rearranges
The plants and landscape.
Always changing shape,
The path always takes
A different course in its wake.
With endless bends,
The path often leads to dead ends.
Along the way,
You may go astray
From the goodness of life today.
Throughout all this,
Can come times of great bliss
When a person stays on the road.
There is a certain mode
Of calm and slight contentment,
Of putting your full energy and sentiments
Into life’s golden trail.
You may rise up like a sail.
Achieve endless things,
Receive endless diamond rings.
But one thing is clear,
For as long as you live each year,
You must try your best to leave…
My cornea may be clouded,
My vision in one eye not well rounded,
I am not blind.
Legally blind or no,
My senses are more than just so-so,
My hearing helps see all,
Every boom to a pin that may fall.
The smallest touch,
Though it might not say much,
Helps give a lot of meaning,
To everything around my being.
Although it might not seem,
That taste doesn’t do everything,
It’s almost effortless,
To never miss,
The taste of anticipation in the air
When a test is given here.
I am not blind.
My little sight is my fifth sense.
Although it is used with no nonsense,
It still isn’t really present.
I am, however, hesitant,
To talk about a sixth sense that remains
To help me with all of my gains.
The sense helps me figure out,
Rising above the clouds,
Round, white, and perfect, the moon comes
Up, the light spilling out.
Sports can bring the best out of you
You learn lessons from sports like you are in school
Handling the ups and downs is something you have to do
I am being taught life lessons by the game, which is pretty cool
Every single emotion comes out of you when you are caught up in the game
Whether it’s happy like Mickey Mouse, or mad like a angry mole
I know now from experience, I always have to be tame
When the pressure is on, I am attempting a game winning putt aiming for the hole
The satisfaction of winning is getting an A on a test
But the disgust of losing is living in hell
The lessons I learn will help on my quest
An elephant walks
Into a marble mansion
With a suit and tie
In walks a black cat
Who is groomed and clean looking
He sits by the frog
Every time I see
A giant ugly spider
I grab the paper
When I see the beast
I shmooshdify the spider
With the classified
by Matthew Robinson
It’s an early start for my mother
Waking up at 5 a.m
To start cooking for our big feast
Later I wake up to glorious smells of pumpkin pie, stuffing, and turkey
I come downstairs and find the kitchen bustling with excitement
I avoid it all trying to keep out of the way of the busy adults
I then join my brothers who are all watching the traditional Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade
I enjoy watching the marching bands, dancers, and singers
We know when the parade is over when we see Santa in his sleigh
Soon it will be time to eat
My grandmother lets me “test” the bread to see if it’s ok
Just because she knows I love it so much
Now it is time…
Colliding with the barrier as if you’re trying to break free
Chains clamping you down
Holding you back
Keeping you from where you want to be
Humans are like waves
And life is a cyclical notion
Some beautiful experiences will occur
Like smooth sailing on the bay or seeing a patch of your favorite flowers
Solemn experiences will peer in, also
Like a hurricane thrashing all around, or a hurricane inside of your heart
Some of the water escapes the sea
Just like some of us have our own escapes
Humans are water
People who keep going are consecutive wave patterns
Day time brings a joyful and happy ocean
Night time brings a serene and peaceful sea
There are smiling and crying seas
Just like us
But at the end of the day
More than just noise,
playing in my ears
Silencing everything else.
It’s just me, the notes, the lyrics.
Nothing else exists in the world it creates for me.
The words are my thoughts set to the rhythm of my heart.
Allowing me to express myself.
The notes dance in my ears.
Diffusing the my tension.
Letting my mind and mouth go mute.
A subject as simple as one, two, three,
Yet a concept as hard as stone
Whether playing or listening,
It consumes me every time
It is satin when I’m sad,
Gravel when I’m angry.
It opens my soul and modifies my mind;
Setting the mood with every melody.
Tears, smiles, laughter, even fear.
Triggering memories like old photographs.
When I have music I am never alone.