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Alicyn Harris

Ashley Lasseter

Today, I sat at a table with the most sublime view.
The sky was ablaze with the most wonderful hue- And the tea that we shared tasted of berries- And we laughed as we passed each other cherries.
We roared as we conversed of dreams,
All with buoyant beams and the most alluring themes.
How redolent the scent of leather cologne;
How soft the exchanges of our touch- Oh, how the time indeed slipped by us unknown- But tonight, I sat at a table with the most sublime view,
A view full of life and of love,
And yet the grandest view
Was you.

Alicyn Harris

It is not her fault,
The way her feelings suffocate me
I drown in them,
But I know she is drowning too.
Walking on eggshells around her
So she doesn’t crack and spill
A single misstep and she would cry out
I was not perfect enough
Too messy
Too loud
Too thin
Too expensive
Her attempts to love me left me
Strangled, exhausted
And my heart hurts for her,
She doesn’t know any other way to love
I understand my mother,
But I cannot forgive her
Still, I keep going back
Because all I ever wanted was my mother’s love

Hayden Lanier

Rocking back and forth
in the white chair on my front porch,
I spot a little brown bird
trotting along in the green grass
without a care or a worry
in the whole wide world.

He does not fear.
He does not fret.
Anxiety is foreign to the little brown bird.
Not a single concern weighs him down.

He does not know where he will go
or where his meal will be found.
He simply hops along
in the green grass
knowing it will be provided for him.

He flitters through the sky,
sailing above the tops of the green trees,
singing a delightful whistle as he ascends
for all below to hear.

This little brown bird
knows nothing of the worldly worries that consume us.
The creature is joyful.
He is content.
For God cares even for this little brown bird.

Enoch Jacobus

Bailey Lane

The way I feel Your presence.
Those moments when joy is irresistible.
A smile shined upon my face,
the radiance of Your glory on display.
The sunlight upon my skin,
the beauty of creation.
Your breath gives life to all things.
In awe I stand,
that Someone so magnificent
could love someone so insignificant.
Yet to You I am worth everything.
Being loved by You gives my life meaning.

Tayla Vannelli

Humanity once obeyed sunshine. 
Gods were made to worship the powerful orb; 
days lived only as long as the sun. 

Outside was a necessity, an ignored factor. 
No one realized the gift of feeling 
raindrops, a tree against your back, wind. 

Today, gray paint absorbs my soul. 
A painting of nature taunts my desire; 
my lock screen reminds me where I am not. 

I never knew the blessing of a window 
until I spent eight hours longing for truth: 
night equal to the day, rain and sun unknown. 

The monotony of fluorescent lights demands 
retreat. With laptop in hand, I fly to that 
table among the wind, trees, and sun. 

An hour spent above, knowing the sky, but 
phone calls and a dying battery urge me back: 
to sit, once again, in the office without windows.

Seth Stringer

I take a blade to my chest, carving 
And peeling it open. Worms engrave around my 
Lungs, shaping their catacomb in the 

Crevice, and feasting on the vital organs 
I need to breathe. 
Maggots live there, welcoming all 

entertainment. Eating bare bones, ingesting 
The intestines. 
There they eat away my jaundice hued 

Flesh, sucking black blood and green bile.
How they make haste! breeding and 
Eating as I try to pick them out. 

How pure I am.