When I... by Faith Plummer

Poet of The Month!

Questioning Your Thoughts

                                                                              ~By Natalia G 

I want to understand you

Because even though you killed me

I still feel sorry for you

Did someone hurt you the way you hurt me?

Please give me some justification for your actions!

Help me understand you

To end a child's life before it begins

Isn't that Murder 2?

Well it would be

But you're a free man

And I'm just old news

It's crazy how life works out.

I wonder sometimes…

Did this happen to you?

To have your thoughts and actions controlled

With the scars and screams of a distant memory

The past gnawing away at ones being

Like a leech who found a new source of blood

Are you drained too?

Scared, hopeless, fragile, weak…

Afraid to be seen because the past's stench reeks

Lay awake at night tossing and turning

Screaming into your pillow

Hoping that if you're loud enough

You'll forget that horrid event.

Feeling worthless because you were unable to defend yourself when it mattered most!

I would love to know!

"What's it to you?" you asked me.

See, I only question you because

I read somewhere that most abusers were once

Abused.

 

Ganell's Poem

This was supposed to be the easy part...
but breaking down is what I found hard now
I'm wearing this smile that I don't believe in,
inside I feel like screaming.

these people all claim they know me well,yet no one can see through my crumbling shell.

They leave me to deal with this agony alone.ive hidden behind these lies most of my life,
i've managed to do this for so long I've forgot what it feels like to be understood and appreciated.

Watching as my tears and pain leaks away,
It helps to remind life's struggles and  horrors that I've faced.
I keep my head and eyes  down  to cover my hurt and shame.

For approaching souls in my life, I warn them of the things they may face.
I guess I'll just live with being different
its just all too late to change no one has to know of my story.
The real me inside, which no one can see.
I  cant fool myself but i can fool everyone else.

Ganell's Poem

The sky is the color of our  gravestones.

We spoke of millions of billions of years 

we talked and hoped 

 then a drop of rain fell into the sound hole of our hearts  

another onto the unmade bed of our love. 

And after our love the rain will cease or it will go on falling even upon itself.

But in the winter when our love rains it turns to ice.

They say, "the ice will hold" so there I go forced to believe them 

by my act of trusting people stepping out on it and naturally it gapes open 

and I'm forced to carry on coolly by my act of being believing 

I  slide unknowingly  into the water 

waving to the shore with a sad smile 

goodbye dear one as the ice meets again over my head 

with a click never to be seen or remembered again...

Shamirs

Sunshine Flows In The Direction Of Shaded

I open my eyes to see a faded glimpse of the past

The shining egotistical ass that people believe I am

To hold truth the power will hang everlast 

Take heed to the restless souls who dwell on solid ground 

I think to myself alot......Should I be like them?

The Daily Routines people call 9 to 5 

Or.....

Act like im doing something beneficial and show off just to prove the ill-fated word

IM DIFFERENT

Do you believe the sunshine goes toward the shaded or the people who are already inside it 

To me it doesn't really matter because we all decay overtime anyway

Questioning Your Thoughts ~ Natalia Kai

I want to understand you

Because even though you killed me

I still feel sorry for you

Did someone hurt you the way you hurt me?

Please give me some justification for your actions!

Help me understand you

To end a child's life before it begins

Isn't that Murder 2?

Well it would be

But you're a free man

And I'm just old news

It's crazy how life works out.

I wonder sometimes…

Did this happen to you?

To have your thoughts and actions controlled

With the scars and screams of a distant memory

The past gnawing away at ones being

Like a leech who found a new source of blood

Are you drained too?

Scared, hopeless, fragile, weak…

Afraid to be seen because the past's stench reeks

Lay awake at night tossing and turning

Screaming into your pillow

Hoping that if you're loud enough

You'll forget that horrid event.

Feeling worthless because you were unable to defend yourself when it mattered most!

I would love to know!

"What's it to you?" you asked me.

See, I only question you because

I read somewhere that most abusers were once

Abused.

Here is to great year!

Campus is Beautiful

Hi guys, I was thinking that we could do a "Power of Beauty" campaign. The idea is simple take pictures of the people places and things that you find beautiful around East Orange and write a short poem to go with each we will publish these to our blog and use the best ones for our magazine.

"Under the bridge down-town, is where I drew some blood

Under the bridge downtown, I could not get enough

Under the bridge down town I gave my life away."

Red Hot Chili Peppers