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 Dec 2015 MOTV
Jeremy Bean
R.I.P
 Dec 2015 MOTV
Jeremy Bean
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
 Dec 2015 MOTV
Joseph Paris
Some place where fame

holds no sway

Some world where violets

never fade

Somewhere someday...

Lies a dream reborn within a dream


Dreams overturn reality

When your thoughts flare with the stars

It's impossible to be an artist

With your feet on solid earth


In all the antiquity of art

we live in a time that barely notices

that while our ideas may levitate

the course world keeps our feet pinned down


We can try and float above the expectations

But the tyrant label will tie us to the earth

Shamed with the name of “struggling artist”

Which you don’t rise above



Instead you sit

With a copper coin cup at your feet

Selling your soul daily

In the torments of time


When I look into the deep eyes of art

I see this lack and struggle and longing

and I am thrown back into despair,

into the starved storms of any fading morning


The best we can do

Is turn the despair

Into something worth admiring

Take the past

And display it

On our present-day canvases


The world is stacked against the very idea

of taking creativity seriously,

except as a hobby,

yet we try anyway

although we know this from the start,

because the alternative,

Conformity,

does not satisfy our restless minds  


I clench my fists in the corner of the room

As the eyes stay fixed to silicon screens

Everything turns a hazy shade of blue

As social media fills the air


All I want to do is write a poem

One filled with imagery that contains no character limit

About how the eyes of the lonely

Stay glued to phones

Dominating our reality


But is the scene truly filled?

Or is it a vast emptiness?

How real is real?

That tells me that we, the sensitive different types, need one another

Or they will surely clone us

In their own image


So I encourage you

Breathe poetry

Cry paint

Do not let the world turn you monotonous

for the second we lose

Those colorful tears

And those darkly beautiful words

We lose something more than a hobby

We lose a life worth living


Or else it's a black and white reality at best

Although some see style in the monochromatic

I prefer colors and light

Enough to see

It's a black and white world without you,

It's a black and white world without you


Sarah Kersey
Joseph Paris
 Dec 2015 MOTV
Racheal McKnight
Does anyone truly know,
The meaning behind the thread?
It represents fourteen women,
Who as of December 6 lay dead.

We should all take time to remember,
All the lives that were lost.
To appreciate the lives they lived,
Because their lives were cost.

Violence against women is wrong,
As everyone should see.
We are all equal in all ways,
Which is how things need to be.
This is to remember all 14 women who died at the sight of the Montreal massacre
 Dec 2015 MOTV
SøułSurvivør
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silent
falls
she
to
the
ground

­on
the
roof
a
muted
sound

female

in
the
Spanish
"she"

nourishing
bot­h
flower
and
tree

quietly
marking
all
the
years

down
maiden
che­eks
come
soothing
tears

suddenly
the
sun
bursts
through

brillia­nt
on
the
leaves
as
dew

dripping
down

her

last

tra la


beautiful

magical
*
*
*

lluvia



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/4/2015


Pronounced YOO-vee-ya
in Spanish
a constant source
of inspiration

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