I open my eyes and look around, The lights and sounds are bright-- My feet are off the ground. Kids run to lines and search the ground And pockets, the rides they will ride will surely excite, I open my eyes and look around. Music plays all at once, familiar sounds, Competing for attention, wanting the limelight I open my eyes and look around. Balloon popping, prize-winning and clowns, Your hand holds mine as if you’re holding on with all your might I open my eyes and look around. As we go faster, colors blend and boundaries seem drowned, I pass over those below me in pure delight- My feet are off the ground. Happily terrified, thinking the frames’ unsound, I see your eyes shut tight, I open my eyes and look around. My feet are off the ground. |
| Scattered Letters Krystal L. Taylor There lies a pile of scattered letters, On the shelf over there, The pages have been worn for the better, The seams have begun to tear, Along the pages here are discolored places, Where tears I’ve cried have stained, The ink has started to fade in spaces, Those feelings now cause nothing but pain, Words that felt heavy with weight, Seem to be light with nothing now, The time where I would anxiously await, Has passed away this I vow, For the fools have played the game, And the consequence runs deep, We know some spirits can’t be tamed, And still we play for keeps, There is a pile of letters tied in a purple band, That used to lie on the shelf over there, Written with love from a man, Whose set face captures my stare. self-print a copy of Scattered Letters |
| Accidental Glance Brendan Takash I swear I wasn’t staring − there was something out the window that caught my eye. But then you looked over and we saw each other and I looked away and I thought you’d the same but when I took another glance you were still staring. You were probably taking the same glance I took and I swear it was an accident, this stuff just happens. So I’m sorry for staring (unless you wanted me to stare because you look very nice but not in a creepy way). I mean, that bird out the window was cool and it was the reddest cardinal I had ever seen and the light just kinda bounced off its wings and landed on you. I guess what I’m trying to say is you look nice in the light and I guess I’ll return to my book. |