So sorry for being late this month!
And this is also an anniversary - we have been doing these features for a year now
Each month our admins picks their favorites from the gallery, and we put them in the featured folder for a month.
And here they are, the June selection!
TrustSometimes it’s better to build bridges then to burn them,
Some might say it’s better to take the respect then to earn it;
Because we learn to be mean,
But not how to lean,
We learn to bust,
But not how to trust;
The system creates justice,
But not how to trust us,
Because we make the right moves,
But we don’t know how to choose;
This is the system that molds us,
The system we use to stand,
But for the few that break through this,
We will make our demand.
I'm breaking down again.Why?
I had finally gotten out of a rut.
I had been smiling like a dork for an entire week
And I was happy.
Students are supposed to look forward to going home.
I have cried more in the past 18 hours at my parents' house
Than I had all year.
I told them about my depression.
It doesn't matter.
My dad is yelling just as much.
I finally stopped crying
But I feel like throwing up.
I drank too much Irish Cream.
I wish my rent lasted 12 months instead of 9.
I want to just stay with my girlfriend for the summer
But I don't want to be a burden.
But also homeless.
I have no other place to go.
Why can I not handle this???
Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.
A Moral Paradox - Chapter OneAs I watched the smoke from my cigarette, I thought about how unorthodox this village is. I live in Silenzio, an Italian section in New York. I use to be proud of my heritage, but it became difficult to be proud when there are people out there giving you a bad reputation. Silenzio is run by the Italian mafia, Controllo. They don't hide it, you know who they are. They label themselves with gleaming brass knuckles, and pinstripe suits. They reek of slaughter of the innocent, and illegal cigars. People get killed, beaten, raped, and other unspeakable crimes everyday. The law used to have a lose grip around crime, until Manillio De Luca came into control. He shut it all down. He wanted fear to contaminate the city. He had surveillance watching the city at all times. Brides, being made to cops to look the other way. Everyone paid Controllo in some way, or got punished. I hated living in fear, hearing cries of help, and feeling hope fade around me.
"Here, this should help." Cassandra said, s
Little Woodland Stream Little Woodland Stream
When I lived in the country
There was room enough to dream.
The acres there of woodland fair
Bore more than it would seem.
When work was rightly over,
And livestock all were fed,
I stowed my words to watch the birds
Swooping over head;
To watch the finch and sparrow
Diving at the bees;
And squirrels chatter as they scatter
From barn-side to the trees.
One rainy day I noticed
The glint of sunlight gleam,
And through the grass a soft morass
Where flowed a woodland stream.
When rain fell- and days after-
It ran a crystal clear,
Then disappeared and reappeared
In the springtime of the year.
In every sort of mood,
From chipper to down-beat,
I welcomed the tickle of woodland trickle
Around my aching feet.
Now I live in the city,
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