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 Jun 2016 Jester
Austin Heath
Guys getting faded,
losing at Street Fighter 4.
I am among them.

I scream from passion,
and realize the sickness of
privilege congealed.

Less sleep, more caffeine.
Secondhand smoke and curse words,
trying to stay cool.

Keep it together,
breathe for just one second and
settle down tonight.

Irrelevant, but
today is just tomorrows
obscure reference.

They might be giants,
but you’re just one man, and it
slides right out of view.
 Jun 2016 Jester
RatherNotSay
My body is young,
But my soul is not,
I'm trapped in a modern world,
But my heart longs for the past.

I see a world where things are done without technology,
I see a world where talking face to face is important,
I see a world where religion means more than going to church once a year,
I see a world where nature is more beautiful in person than through a screen,
I see a world where quiet is beautiful,
I see a world where I fit in with people that are older than me,
I see a world where music should be made and not bought,
I see a world where cursive is more elegant than a computer font,
I see a world where pictures are printed and hung up instead of shared through a device,
I see a world where letters are written to show that you care,
I see a world where people care more about others than about money,
I see a world where a deep conversation means more than laughing,
I see a world where making the right choices matters,
I see a world where I belong.

But i'm stuck,
I'm stuck in a place that is nothing like how I see the world.
I'm stuck in a generation that doesn't fit my heart.
I'm stuck in a school with people that have forgotten about morals.
I'm stuck in a world where the simple things in life no longer matter.
I'm stuck in a materialistic place.

Through my eyes, the world is falling apart at the seems,
But very few can see the damage,
My eyes have seen the simpler times of which I long for again,
But I'm trapped somewhere that I don't belong.
I'm an old soul living in a teenager's body.
Tiny words,
On a tiny screen.
Tiny kids,
Down the tiny street.
Tiny houses,
In a not so tiny town.
Your smile,
Makes my tiny world go 'round.
I am tiny,
You are tall.
We ever I see you or hear your voice,
All I can do is fall.
 Jun 2016 Jester
Ara
Super Man
 Jun 2016 Jester
Ara
On the Dark Side of the moon
where the ground lay frozen
is a prophecy due soon
although its forgotten words are left unspoken

It begins with a tale of violence and slaughter
while a wanderer prepares himself
for his encounters with these monsters

They say its all in his head
he believes people call to him,
"Save me from this dread!"
if only he knew the truth, but it may be too grim

He thinks he's Superman, and holds the power within
(I decided to change my caption due to a comment below}
The slickness of a blade
pressing against a throat....
the cold steel meeting tender flesh
blood drips and a body tumbles

the taste.... the sight... the sound....
all quite euphoric.....

Ripped clothes, smashed items,
echo screams, and the raging fires that glow throughout the night

The beauty.... the savagery.... the destruction
all quite euphoric....
 Jun 2016 Jester
Jenna Lucht
It's bright and pounding
My heart is heavy and fast.
I don't know whats happening,
Why does no one else feel this too?
It's three o' clock,
Right on the dot.
Everyday, the wave comes and goes.
Like clock work I can't control it,
I don't know what to call it.
I can barely breathe,
Like I'm drowning.
My head is above water,
But my body is frozen.
I am eight.

My eyes, they're wide
And my breathing shallow.
This happened before,
Everyday since I remember.
I'm sitting in the car
I'm sitting in class
I'm walking with friends.
Either way it doesn't matter
It finds me still.
Inside I am in panic,
Every hair on my body
Stands tall and prickly.
My insides are quaking
Yet outside I'm fine.
My head is screaming,
My mouth a straight line.
I am twelve.

The feeling it comes still,
But now I am stronger.
I am smarter and bigger
And I know how to fight back.
You don't have a name,
But now I have a tactic.
A defense my body built.
Soon enough I forgot
The little girl, sitting panicked
In the backseat of her daddy's car.
My brain was smarter
and kept you at bay.
Yet, a worthy adversary you persist.
I am fifteen.

You come with a new bitterness.
You race all the time,
I boast I am immune.
I didn't defeat you,
I merely learned to cope.
You're still there,
But I forgot.
You're greatest victory to this day,
Making me believe I won.
I am eighteen.

And now I feel you,
Press hard and slow
On my breathless chest.
Where did you come from,
Old friend?
With no one around
You took camp inside.
I no longer had control,
Because you changed the game.
Suddenly you were there,
But new and darker.
A new facet to our evolving relationship.
It wasn't just an idea,
But people that scared me now.
It wasn't just clockwork,
But constant, pounding thoughts.
Thoughts that bombarded my peace
And attacked my every move.
I was immobile,
Isolated from the world.
You had finally won,
Taken me captive.
Congratulations!
I am nineteen.

I had forgotten how you once tormented me.
Isn't it funny the pain we unknowingly carry?
While I was weak,
You grew strong.
While I denied,
You persisted.
And so there we were,
Reunited old friends.
You come unexpectedly now,
I can no longer anticipate your attack.
I am learning your name.
I am twenty.

A girl comes up to me.
She says she feels strange,
Like she doesn't belong.
I ask her what's wrong
Why she feels not the same.
She says she feels left out,
That she isn't having fun.
She feels strange around the other girls,
And gets nervous and scared.
Her eyes wide and her voice timid,
Like she's never thought these words.
Her mind it goes off,
And she thinks others thoughts.
Inside she's a kaleidoscope,
Nuanced and colored.
But outside it is monotone,
And for the first time it makes sense.
She is eight.

She had the same panicked eyes
That I once had alone
in a crowded, full room.
It all made sense
I finally understood.
This is why, she was why
I once felt so panicked and strange.
She was why I never gave it a name,
How I innately knew what to do.
Because I knew how to beat it,
And I could help her defeat it.
He gave me this pain in my chest
Not for me, but for her.
It wasn't for my own gain,
But for her strength.
And finally I knew
why He made me so different.
I saw why my brain
Was wired so tight.
Her brain was like mine
And her thoughts ran with mine.
I am eight.

I am sitting in the backseat of my fathers car.
The sun is shining,
But the light is sharp and cuts my eyes.
It's three o' clock, I know.
My heart is pounding
My mind is racing.
And for the first time it has a name.
I know what you are.
And suddenly, I am not afraid.
 Jun 2016 Jester
Israel Baker
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simply me,
simply you,
simply staring at the blue.

serenade,
singing songs,
singing to the calming dawns.

seven years,
sixty six,
seventh eon, burning wick.

start again,
start anew,
simply staring at the blue.
 Jun 2016 Jester
Stephan
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I choose to breathe for every breath is free
Calmly bound of tempted drizzled fears
Slow dancing on the desperate dying wind
Placing endless hope against the flow

This does come
beyond iron gates of broken trances
to sing
undying wishes upon deaf ears

Fractured in meanings and senses known,
these wrinkles form a favored mask
Donned in apprehension of a wilted feeling
Sleek and slender, along a poisoned vine they grow

Challenging
in endless streams of sorted need
Stead fast
with chains of charmed tethered truth

Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon names
cast darker shadows beneath the edges of sanity
Ripped and tattered these empty voices scream
my name in echoes bearing nothing more than seen

As I cry
my tears sprout wings and flee from my face
I fall to my knees
finding only the jagged earth to rest

Desires cling to the massive arbors of life
Dreams falter along a winding creviced cliff
Nothing laughs like the air upon my sorrowed face
and I choose to breathe for every breath is free
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