Created by: Abbey Jones, Michael Fraser, and Victoria Adeyemo
The Girl on the Moon By: Abbey Jones
Moon-Chase By: Emily Carne
Goodbye By: Victoria Adeyemo
Hey Mum, I just wanted to let you know that I miss you, and I’m alright, and that I’m sorry that things didn’t turn out quite right. I did everything I could to live my life to the fullest extent. I love you so much and don’t want you to cry. Don’t blame yourself, mum; everyone gotta go sometime. I asked God to send his bestest angels to come down and watch you through the nights. I knew me going would break your heart, but God had told me it was my time. I wasn’t afraid to die, Mummy - I wasn’t afraid to die. Jesus had been calling me home for a while, but I told him you needed more time. I couldn’t leave you without a final goodbye. I’m watching from heaven. Thank you so much for saving me - for accepting me when no one else would. Thank you, Mummy, for giving me a second chance. Be strong, Mum. I love you so much, Diego
Troubled Bones By: Abbey Jones
Winter By: Abbey Jones
My Chair By: Michael Fraser
She sat in my chair Her looks made me stare Lie and She’ll be Mine.
Can I sit here I don't mind if you sit here Beauty, Just Beauty.
There lies An Angel I’ll tell her that’s my old chair Her Eyes brought my Truth.
Her essence was power Her beauty made her my queen I’ll Free you Tonight.
We can share the chair I will somehow make you mine Will you Dance with Me?
Stream of Consciousness By: Michael Fraser
I was supposed to be free today But the words I’m looking for can't seem to find their way to my mind A poem with no words is no poem at all A story with no end is no story that should be told The imagination I used to create some of the pieces I love has left me My mind is a blurb of all the things I could write about But when I search for the first words to type I am left with mistakes Or with words with no point Stories with no end Work with no passion Sentanceswithnospaces
I let my music take me Hoping it will find me an idea that could make history But alas I have nothing Without mind, I am nothing Lunch is soon, and I'm starving I forgot to use deodorant so my arms are sand boards rubbing against each other An idea arose but was gone in a flash If you only could see how many red lines were under the words I've misspelled 2 minutes have passed making it 15 minutes away until lunch Another Idea But Yet Again Gone I fixed all the red lines If I can't come up with a decent idea for my first free day, then I’ll at least make sure everything is spelled correctly It has been 30 seconds Is it not strange how time is moving continuously and never slows down Every time we experience a moment in slow motion or fast, than it truly is, it's not true The rate time moves never stops We can never stop it We can never go back We Are Stuck In Moments We Want To End And those we wish would never end But what's the point To get out but only so we can go back in I will go back. But every time we are told what we should do, we lose what we want to do just a little bit more I'm lost, I know that. The longer I stay the same, the more my life drowns me in the pit where I was pre-confined to be yet somehow It has only been 5 minutes since my last time check The day looks so nice, but the sun is a liar He shows how nice the day is, all while conspiring with the wind against us We leave our houses not knowing if we will need a coat or a tank top I need a schedule for the sun Lord knows we can't trust the weatherman I looked at the clock again - 2 more minutes passed Something fell - I was distracted. Maybe we trap ourselves in these depressive episodes Not because we want to be sad But if we were constantly down, we’d never have to feel hurt when life doesn't work out The first bell for lunch just rang and 2 more minutes have passed Victoria looks like she is writing something of substance I wish I was. She's smart and I'm just getting by I need to push harder Burning out is better than flunking out I could get an edge on every class But I would never do that I need to know that if I make it then I did it myself My family never really believed in mental illness. My mother has issues but refuses to get help When I told her I wanted help, she reacted the same way she was hardwired to by her mother The bell rang - I’m gonna get up and go to lunch I have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm back from lunch It was nice. If you were writing this, what would you name it? Do you ever see someone you had a crush on and just kinda get flustered You don’t like them actively, but you did and these feeling never really go away Sometimes life just needs to move on My Grammarly currently says I have 39 mistakes Should I even go back and fix them No ideas were brought to my mind But I am less hungry. But the queso on the nachos makes me feel sick I know this Yet I continue to eat it That's the problem with people We know that the choices we make are wrong, but we continue to make them either way. We're predisposed to make the choice that initially makes us happy, but sick at the same time Is that strange? We know the things we do are bad Yet we never seem to want to give up these vices I wanted to see what the paper would look like without spaces Then my Chromebook flipped out, and if I want to get the space back, I'll have to do it myself manually It’s crazy that there are enough short blurbs in my thoughts to create 3 pages The mind is a beautiful thing I like mine. Except for what doesn't work Brian's at a state competition, and that's pretty cool because I didn't even know he was a wrestler Hope he wins I deleted the last line because I didn't feel like it should have been said on paper Update: I’m up to 61 mistakes that I'm unsure I'll even fix Deep down I know I will though It’s whatever.
The Sweetest Song is Silence By: Michael Fraser
Voices clamor My brain screams at me THey control my every move and thought. My mind is not my own as long as they are here with me. All the thoughts I quiEt with music and books erupt I am never alone, for the voices are aLways with me They scream my insecurities off mountains They Publish them in the Time Magazine of my life I feel nothing for I am nothing. My soul is lost in time and I am lost away from it. All my timE is lost to a life I kill myself trying to pursue. Yet in the end here I sit alone Without a friend or Place to caLl my own Can’t you seE the noise The words that floAt about and scream in my head I only have two prayerS That the voices stop and leave my world quiet Or that they get so loud that I can't hear anymore For silencE is the sweetest song.
Midnight Moon By: Victoria Adeyemo
Thank You By: Victoria Adeyemo
I wanna say thank you for all that you do AndI can’t believe what God has done I don’t remember the last time I spoke to you But you’ve always been my number one.
At seven, you cheered me on Seventeen still have much to learn from Was it the stars from once upon For they always knew the outcome.
A long time ago I started to grow And I’m not just saying this because it goes with the flow I’ve learned to take it slow And to not be hindered by their words and just let go.
You were scared I’d outgrow you, warm embrace But I will always remember your face It was from you I learned God’s everlasting grace.
Thank you for being my blessing in disguise You taught me how to rise Above the ashes and the cries And because of you, I will always try.