End
by: Joseph Brooks

When the dark comes dancing in,
I know that my time has come.
When I don’t feel pain any more,
Death is right in front of me.
I see Him but I don’t,
And I feel Him but I can’t,
I know he’s there.

When I am brought to the place of judgment,
My deeds are counted up,
Murder and other things of an animal,
I am sent to true death,
But fire does not await me.

I wander around the void, seeing my sins
Then I understand how easy it is to go heaven,
I see a light in a tunnel, moving away
I chase after it for eons,
Until it stopped.

Now I realize This is true fortune,
Where your sins are thrown unto your true being,
For all eternity.

The Midnight Air
by: Javette Zeno

I gaze up at the crying sky
I see darkness and lightning
Crying stars up ahead
Lightning, thundering, blowing
Fighting in the wind
Scaring the midnight air
Chasing high winds
The constant slapping of the lightning
The berserk swishing of the air
The lightning grows more horrifying
The sky is black and blue
Slow Thunder
Gazing around the clouds
Flickering lights in the sky
Clouds running like a track star
Facing the wind head on

LIFE IS STRUGGLE AND PAIN
by: SHARIKA EVA SENEGAL

ALL THROGHH THE NIGHT I HEAR MOM AND DAD FUSSING
BECAUSE OF NIGHT
CLUBS AND COCAINE
DISAGREEING THAT THIS PERSON SHOULDN’T GO TO NIGHT CLUBS
EATING AT THEIR FAVORITE RESTAURANT
FIGHTING AMONG EACH OTHER
GETING HOME LATE AT NIGHT CAUSES DAD TO GET PUT OUT
HUMMING IN THE BIG CHAIR, MOM WISHING DAD COMES HOME
I HEAR DAD SLAP MOM CAUSE HE JUST GOT HOME
JUICE GET THROWN IN DAD’S FACE
KEEPING HIS HANDS TO HIS SIDES
LEAVING THE HOUSE WITH ALL HIS CLOTHES
MOM YELLED AT DAD, “DON’T  YOU COME BACK”
NOON COMES AND DAD IS IN THE BIG CHAIR
OPENING THE DOOR MOM SEES DAD AND TELLS HIM TO GET OUT
PUNCHING THE WALL CAUSE HE WANT HIS FAMILY TOGETHER
QUIETING DOWN AFTER A FEW PUNCHES
ROCKING HARD IN THE BIG CHAIR MOM SAID, GET OUT”
SITTING ON THE PORCH I HEAR DAD FOOTSTEPS GETTING CLOSER
TILL YHE DOOR OPEN I HEAR MOM CRYING
USING HIS HAND TO PUNCH THE DOOR OPEN
VISTING MOM AND US, DAD BRINGS HIS COCAINE
WITH ALL THE FIGHTING OUR FAMILT CAN’T BE TOGETHER
X-CEPT FOR FIGHTING, THEY SHOULD GET ALONG
"YOU”, DAD YELLED AT ME
ZOOMING OUT THE LIVING ROOM

Why?

People dying every second
Guns, knives, weapons
Gangs meeting up
Why can’t people settle up?
In ways people don’t have to get hurt
Lovers having children
Raising them to be just like parents
When in school
Grades fall and they get expelled
Parents just don’t care anymore
Having divorces
Because one of them cheated
Child cries her eyes out
Wondering why they can’t just get along!

By: Taylor Rich