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Reaching For
​The Other Side

By: Elizabeth J. Crowl
 
Our condemned house
Hands sinking into the soaked plaster
water constantly leaking through the house
more ceilings collapsing in each minute
black mold spread
deadly gases emerge
mustard + Milwaukee’s Best in the fridge alone
A sole can of waxed beans in the cupboard
Who the hell eats waxed beans anyway
Stale, foul smell of neglect + unwashed clothes
Quiet, eerily so
Mom’s in the pen again
Dad’s out drinking or in jail
Honestly, who can keep up
No love
A house, but damn sure not a home
Black + white, all color is lost
Depression
Worthlessness
Wandering
15 years is too long of a life
Where is everyone
Perhaps I’m already dead
Finally the outsides match my soul
By: Mollie Ann
 
6.
64.
641 Sunset St.
I do not live here no more.
All that remains is a house, 5 dogs and 1 woman.
A lonely woman.
A lonely woman that fills her house with
odds and ends of this and that
and nick nacks of all sorts.
Time flies by as she gets lost in her mind
sitting at her desk, doodling and doodling
as two hours pass by
and she falls asleep sitting, hunched over
the desk.
She wakes up with a kink in her neck
dogs barking like crazy and someone
banging on the door.
By: Hilary Papaleo
 
What’s the strangest thing about you?
Is it the way you see the light inside the dark?
Finding comfort in the ugliness of the damaged
The broken
The dead
Is it the joy and laughter you carry during the storm?
The way you run towards the thunder,
Arms reaching to the blackened sky?
Is it just the way you’ve learned how to survive?
Staring destruction in the face
And daring it to try.
By: Skylor Ballentine
 
What are your pronouns?
No one ever asks.
“They should fir your gender”
Sorry I’m a gender bender.
I’m not typical,
As you can see.
Sometimes I wish I could flee
From criticism and hate
But when I stand my ground
I say They and Them is who I am.
​By: Maddy Rindfleisch
 
My mouth is dry but for once I’m not stoned.
I’m just scared
and my palms are sweaty, forehead clammy
I won’t cry this time,
maybe when I get home,
or to my car,
or to the bathroom.
Where I’ll try not to let my eyes wet
try to keep my face from getting flushed.
 
I wear my whole soul on my sleeves.
My seams come loose around the edges,
I pick apart the moth holes in my sweater,
inside of me, even more,
but you can’t smell cedar,
just smoke,
                and sweat,
                and the things you forgot about in the back of your closet.
​By: KMR
 
A little girl walks through the woods
noticing a caterpillar.
She picks it up to add to her bug catcher.
She feels all itchy and scratchy.
She is experiencing her first Allergic Reaction.
She goes home. Where he mom gives her
Benadryl, and she takes a cold shower. She feels
relief from the intense itching.
Benadryl is her new best friend.
By: Tashenna Browning
 
Why does it hurt?
Is the pain real or in my mind?
When does it go away?
Why is my light so dim?
Why can’t it be bright like the sun?
I want to see the colors of life,
   but my own demons halt my existence.
Why can’t I just let go and live?
   I just want to be free like the
wings of an eagle in the sky.
​By: Jerry Winkler
 
Playing in the sands of time,
with my puppy
in a whirlwind of colors and
emotions.
Time stood still.
By: Dan Gisewhite
 
Why doesn’t anyone ask me how I’m doing?
Why am I feeling so alone?
Is it that nobody cares
or is it something that I’ve done?
Why is it always so dark inside
a constant and endless void?
Will I always feel this way?
Why do I always feel so annoyed?
By: pK
 
My Wonderment is
is it as what it is
or what as is is
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