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Ellery Anderson Sep 2016
They are the sorority and I am their pledge
Trying too hard to be good enough, I’m stuck on the ledge.
Should I run? Jump? Flee? Fold?
Or should I just stay and do what I’m told?

My hair is short
I am simple and traditional
I wear minimal make-up so I can just be me.
Which one am I? Am I the sorority or the pledge?
Neither
I must have jumped off the ledge.
Brett Palmero Jun 2016
Blue was the sky above
The wind, warm and gentle
Clouds white in flight like a dove
A day to feel sentimental
There is a sudden, shocked outcry
Black rainbow across the sky

After the rain there should be colour
From the sun’s awakening light
But the sky turns red, beginning to suffer
An arch of darkness caused this blight
Clouds fade away, no longer to fly
Black rainbow across the sky

The onlookers can't look away
Raptured by the darkness that has spread
Despite their fear and dismay
They continue to look at the rainbow, dead
A grim scene plays out above on high
Black rainbow across the sky

The day they all wanted and waited for
Has disappeared before their eyes
The arch above them, out like a sore
Reaches end to end, it no longer tries
To spread out more and continue to dye
Black rainbow across the sky

Now stands two pillars of black
And a red sky for all to see
But nothing else came from the attack
The day was normal, over was the spree
But people were still mad, wanting to cry
Black rainbow across the sky

Really nothing was wrong at all
It was a simple change of scenery
But people can't handle change, big or small
They hated the idea of a kink in their machinery
It's hard to be yourself, to think, and to defy
To be the black rainbow across the sky
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
is it never
ends... The
wounds
may scar
atop but
the pain
underneath
remains
what those
that we think are healed do's
learn to live with that pain
Austin Martin Jun 2016
eEghnrtvy in hist dlorw ahs an deorr, a acelp.
ahtW ew not aalswy know is ahtw eht deorr is, adn hwy it is os.
ahllS ew bdillny accept? or aceeghlln eht assttu oqu?

egiinnoQstu adn acciilrt ghiiknnt illw aceeghlln eehst cdeeenprst.
aefilru is not not an inoopt, hiottuw aefilru adn efirst ew do not eimoprv
                                                         ­                                     ew do not gorw.
Disorder ilmpsy ehpssu adn aceegnorsu su ot dfin ahtt deorr ehorst dhlosu einoqstu.

-AM
This is not gibberish, it is well worth the effort.
Max Jun 2016
You live your life in a glass bubble
Seeing everything just like everyone else
Until one day, other people start going out in a new bubble
They are tinted, in colors such as blue, orange, grey, and red.
You find them strange yet intriguing
Then the tinted bubbles multiply day by day
When finally you are the last plain glass bubble in the sea of color
They take over and swallow you up
You now live your life in a grey glass bubble
Everything around you becomes darker
Until you cannot remember what it originally was
They do not tell you how to return to your old bubble
The world begins to look different
You find yourself asking
Is this a moth or butterfly, a caterpillar or worm
Eventually you stop trying and embrace your new life
They do not oppose
Colm Apr 2016
Everyone is signing up,
Everyone is lining up,
Everyone is pairing up,
Everyone except this one.

Everyone is finding a way,
Everyone is signing away,
Everyone just runs away,
Everyone without my name.

Everyone is moving on,
Everyone has come and gone,
Everyone has better plans,
Everyone except this man.

Everyone speaks well of me,
Yet everyone still fails to see,
That everyone has gone crazy.
Everyone that is but me.

-SS
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