Folio

He took my hand and flipped it over,

He traced the lines and I watched his eyes following them like a map,

He grabbed the nearest pen,

He drew a heart and then

He slowly wrote our initials in the heart,

And closed his eyes to listen to the beating of my heart.

A flicker of light disrupted the dream and all of it seemed real.

The emotions, the chocolate cat eyes, and the warm touch of his fingers disappeared.

Suddenly I knew, that this was all just a dream,

But the boy was not, he was all too real.

 Walking into school was like trudging through the snow of Mount Everest,

My hands were shaking, my mind was flowing.

Then a drift in the air shifted.

He passed by,

He walked on by,

Without a word,

Or a glimpse,

Without a worry,

Without a smile,

When the moment was over,

I felt my cheeks blazing,

I realized the feelings were not finished, and the beginning just started,

Waves and winds of emotions,

Millions of petals in the ocean,

Enough.

I will not deny the moment.

-Kate A.

 

 

Yesterday’s Battle
I stare out the window at a blank world.
Darkness stares back at me.
Metal chains shackle my hands.
I feel nothing as my eyes rain tears.

My throat is rough,
My heart laden with lead.
Grabbing, gasping, screaming for air,
My lungs tremble and quake.

I run down the path and stare at my dreams.
I shake hands with my goals,
Smile at my aspirations.
I walk away with hope.

Failure chokes me.
It grabs me by my ankles and pulls me,
Lower, lower, lower…
Dragging me into the ground.

My fingers claw at the earth around me.
I open my mouth to scream,
But it covers my mouth.
Pressure builds up inside me.

I can’t breathe.
Anxiety, fear, anger…
I’m drowning.
My mind erupts with panic.

My limbs thrash out at Failure.
I slam my body against it.
Crushing, crashing, hurling it down.
I pull myself up out of the dirt.

Then turning, I run.
Right left. Right left.
My feet grow wings and suddenly I’m flying.
Free-falling through the sky.

My heart bursts and my mind clears.
Calm rushes over me.
The sun pours out of the heavens,
And color pervades my eyes.

Suddenly I am free.
My chains are broken, my spirit soaring
Failure turns to dust, disappearing into nothing.
Faith carries me home.

-Rachel H.

THE BURNING. 

It was a pleasure to burn. I took the picture and shoved it into the fire hoping that all the pain would go away of me and that picture of him. His name is not even worth my breath after what he did to me. How could he leave me for that girl? Drop our marriage, our life, just for that girl who works behind that no good desk in his office.

At first everything was good in our marriage I don’t understand where it went wrong. Even our wedding was perfect. Oh how I remember that warm summer night in June, the beach was just beautiful. We were in the middle of our reception at the Hyatt hotel in Waikiki Hawaii, the waterfall in the hotel lobby was being lit up by two spotlights on the ceiling. The colors were changing every two minutes to all my favorite colors, from light blue to red to pink to green then to purple and then right back to light blue. Behind the Waterfall was a beautiful staircase that my bridal party and I descended to take our wedding photos.

We all stood on the staircase changing positions after each picture. What felt like a lifetime only took two hours which was record breaking for how many pictures I wanted to take for the scrapbook I was ripping apart and burning in our new house’s fire place.

After the pictures my husband, Bradley Kuperman, spun me around, grabbed my hand, and walked me outside onto the beach. The two of us made our way down the warm sand that had been kissed by the sun during the day. He picked me up off my feet because he did not want my dress to be ruined by the sand which was a little damp closer to the water where which we were walking towards. He told me to close my eyes as he made his way into the warm water. When he set me down on a boat lit up with lights. He told me to close my eyes again, and when I opened them, I gasped.

Bradley always surprised me with cute little presents that would always make me smile. This time, he really surprised me. As my eyelids slowly opened, I could see him with this scrapbook that he had given me for all our wedding photos to go in. You see, after he proposed I would always tell him I want to make a scrapbook of our wedding because I loved the idea of seeing our faces in a book that I would always cherish, till the day I die.

He bought me this beautifully white hand crafted scrapbook with over two hundred blank pages that I would soon fill with our memories from our wedding. We hugged and kissed as the boat sailed off shore. The boat landed on the island of Maui where we stayed for the next 2 weeks for our honeymoon.

As our honeymoon came to an end, we made our way back to Clearwater Beach, Florida. He returned back to work the morning we returned home, which really surprised me. He was always there, almost all hours of the night, and I didn’t think anything of it until now.

Not even two years into our marriage, he left. He did not even have the courage to tell me he had been cheating on me with that girl Jessica who was his assistant in his law firm. In fact, he texted me saying I want a divorce. How immature, what was he too afraid to see my reaction because he still loves me? Or was I just in denial?  At that time I couldn’t find the right answer, that text, that message, at 8:45 pm, right before he came home from work, the diner all set out, the laundry all done, everything a wife like me was supposed to be doing, didn’t seem to make sense. I took the food and through it.

When he came home 3:30 am in the morning the next day, he smelled like perfume. I knew he was with a girl. That is when I began to snoop. I snooped through his phone while he was in the shower, while he was getting changed for work, and I found it. I found living proof, or in my case a killing text, that ultimately broke my heart. Jessica texted Brad “Did u tell your wife about us?”.  At that moment, chilling pains went up my spine and I could no longer hold it together. I went straight online and looked for a lawyer.

Meanwhile, Brad was telling me how bad of a wife I am and how I don’t do anything to benefit our family. At the point I didn’t even care what he had to say anymore, he was worthless in my mind and the words he said did not mean anything to me.

I remember the day clearly when we set foot in that court room. The new Fiancé, Jessica was sitting in the court room watching while we discussed an agreement. In my opinion I think I won that battle, not only did I get his money, but I got revenge. Although fighting fire with fire is bad in my case I was only burning the scrapbook that was torn apart by the home wrecker, Jessica.

 

Diana P

2011 in Review

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Deep Blue Sea – Not the Place To Be – Sarah Brown

While people were concerned with land-locked commotion,
some humans forgot what was jammin’ in the ocean.
The polar ice caps are meltin’ and won’t stop,
so polar bears find their paths are blocked.

When a wave struck Japan they stopped killin’ whales,
but after aid money came they decided to bail.
They used those funds to restart the program,
wreaking the pacific with harpoon-y mayhem.

The Chandler couple was taken by pirates.
Somalis saw the ship and decided they liked it.
Post-three-hundred-eighty-eight days of bein’ far from London,
the kidnapping scheme was finally undone.

Osama’s dead body was cast into the sea.
This made his followers fairly angry.
They said it was against their religious concepts.
The U.S. did it to prevent a place of worship.