Various G8 Writers
My Own Rainbow
Splitting my own path in two,
Which one would I choose today for you?
I might be as light hearted as a feather
As teary eyed as a beggar-
But as stormy as the weather
All together I might leave for the better.
I can’t give up my coated desire of affirmation
Ensuring my life with much protection growing for the least of my uncertainty.
One day I might find myself pondering throughout the thoughts of others
Right now I have my own silence and excitement to love upon.
Like a rose damasks, beautiful on their own
I might follow the journey being two in one.
A rainbow made of sunlight and rainfall
Both misery and light makes something beautiful afterall
Recognizing myself through a different lense today and for all
Science might prove to me I’m different, but i think Im pretty awesome- altogether, provided the message from me to all.
Andrea
*****
Noble Warrior
A white, glowing piece of paper is uneased.
It's a test, nonetheless. Craving for suffering and pain
I can hear the hisses and the sorrow, so naturally I frown
“A high grade” is circling my mind, that is all I need to obtain
Like a swarm of busy, big bad bees
A rush of worry infiltrates my brain
I want to flee to my room again and drown
Study more, hours after hours until I’m out of pain.
The paper demands to be pleased
I pick it up hoping to not go insane.
I shamefully slowly sit back down
I have a little strength, like an ant which had remained.
My eyes quickly scan the paper with ease
Like a machine programmed and trained.
A wave of relief gives life back to me with a crown
Against the test a victory had been claimed
“What kind of questions were these?”
Fancily fleeing, my sweat was well retained
The answers exploded in my mind: Kapow!
I leap away with joy, as if I was being restrained
A slow sigh escapes my mouth as if I saved the world, much like a: “wheeze”
The studying had payed off, I grew like a flower without shade.
Now, with my clear and open mind another cycle I shall start now.
My heart is a warrior ready for any challenges ahead of it with aid.
Deniz
*****
Traveling Through Novels
It’s been a rough week
I feel like a rotting fruit at the end
But today is my time to relax and take it slow like a sloth again
I brush my hand against the spine of all the books
It takes me a while to pick a place that I want to go to today
I’ve been to 19th century England with Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy
I’ve watched the crew fight against Moby-Dick
I’ve visited the dystopian world of “1984”
I’ve traveled across the world with Huckleberry Finn
I’ve seen people fall in love deeper than the ocean ever could reach
Heard the fights and battles louder than the winds howls
Tasted pastries and sweets from London to Paris
Smelled home and freedom in warm grass fields
Books have caused me to die of laughter
To cry a long salty river of tears
I’ve visited countless places and met hundreds of people
I’ve been taught wise and meaningful lessons
All of those past stories I will carry on
While continuing to gather more new stories.
Unnamed
*****
The Broken Statue
I am a statue.
A three-dimensional representation usually of a person, that is crafted to be perfect.
But instead, I was not taken care well enough to be a that perfect statue.
I wasn’t made out of clay or marbIe.
I wasn't created with the right carving materials to carve out my instagram face and my hourglass body.
Instead, I was made from glass.
Delicate enough but can break me a million times faster than how fast alcohol reacts in my young mouth.
I am like a ticking time bomb.
I can explode in the quickest milliseconds and can be more damaging than fire.
Only one small mishap with me and I will fall without a parachute on my glass back and shatter into a tiny miniscule pieces on the floor.
These mishaps are irreversible.
These mishaps are permanent.
There is no glue that can piece me back together to be that almost acceptable statue to society again.
I need some glue to fix and repair me stat!
But these mishaps will never give me and my almost confidence back.
I was born a Gorilla.
Strong and fierce, but beneath their skin they are soft and sensitive like me.
I have no opinions like a speaker playing the rap songs in the club, reflecting the other sound.
And like a mirror hanging on an empty wall, reflecting the other thoughts.
I am trapped in my own body as handcuffs unable my cold hands to be free.
Silenced from speaking my opinions to the people that need to hear it the most.
Lions can express their emotions to humans better than me.
Hearing them roar is better than hearing the buzzkill speak.
People say I have been living in a bubble,
Yet I have been living in a prison worth more than my troubles.
My inner insecurities can tear me apart in half and leave me and my blood on the cold floor to dry.
Hoping that I will be worth more when I am shattered than what I already am when I am standing.
The only thing reflecting me while i'm still standing is my shadow.
Hounding tall over the back of my ears,
Patiently waiting to eat me alive all together .
But the freak is having one last show tonight,
With the crowd watching the unsorted skittles act.
I hope it's better then only looking at the broken statue cry.
You can be pleased to hear my better half,
But you are standing a planet full of lies.
Not even the broken statue can cover up that.
Even when often I am as quiet as a mouse.
I have said too much.
It’s time to put the tape on back.
But already spent too much time with the teardrops on my guitar for men to hold me back.
Unnamed
*****
Mindset
Being the strict judge of mind,
It's always a repetition of choice,
For the “best” decision possible.
Over the highest number achievable,
Finding the fastest path possible,
It’s always the calculation of the result.
Every choice will return as impact,
Despite end is covered with united clouds,
I will try catching sunlights, my dreams.
So it’s fine.
Even if present is like a dark sea of unknown,
Bubbles singing abandoned courage next,
I am going to hold on to this for the future.
Going up to take a breath is needed.
Still shouldn’t be to loosened,
To keep my present’s spirit.
But still, I can’t let go perfection,
If there is no forever existing comfort zone,
I’m going to create one for myself.
I study everyday
Not a dream to be accomplished by a day,
Won’t be swept away by waves,
Like a wood dancing lithe through winds.
Jimin (Janice)
*****
The Painting and the Painter
A painting speaks louder than words could ever,
There will always be a story to express,
Painters experience things some will never,
As you grow you’ll begin to hurt less and less,
For art shows talent most want to endeavor,
When my head is full painting relieves my stress,
Because art is the painter’s point of view,
It is how they tell the world what they’ve been through,
Paintings connect painter’s to who they are,
Each piece unlocks something new to the brain,
Sometimes when you paint you pour salt on a scar,
Rehashing the past can bring back deep pain,
But a painter’s heart can shine like the north star,
Their paintings are trips down memory lane,
Painter’s paint when they want to scream for a bit,
Their paintings can change the world as we know it,
Painters pour their emotions into their tales,
Their minds are like rivers that never end,
Painting’s what keeps them going when all else fails,
For the world is something they can't comprehend,
A painting captures life and all of the details,
They are what make dreams feel less like pretend,
Our painters are unique in every way,
Their paintings bring light to the dark in the day,
Painters put their thoughts in paintings they create
For paintings are moments captured in a frame,
Showcasing love and recognizing hate,
Art with no artist is someone with no name,
For art is the beginning of something great,
Each painter is a spark turned into a flame,
Art binds eternity into one soul,
Without it life is in the devil’s control…
Dhiya
*****
Responsibilities
My work is never sufficient
I feel I can’t be efficient
A painful tap that’s persistent
Makes it impossible to be consistent
A bright screen’ like a gateway to heaven
Yet all it does to your thoughts is distort
This screen to passion is suppression
Plugged in to this screen like it’s life support
My voice box feels rough, I scream in agony
Many are the same, we shout in harmony
My looks never changed, my pants to my knees
I’ve always just blamed, never gained expertise
I need to make sudden change
Like my body’s been exchanged
Responsibilities are a mountain, that grow with you
And soon, they will catch up and be a rough, tall, sharp mountain
Impossible to climb
Responsibilities are a hungry ocean
Waiting to swallow you, to drown you
Sometimes responsibility may take away the consistency of your life
Your poem won’t rhyme, your syllables aren’t timed
But it’s a mountain, it can always be climbed
As long as you're wise, you know what to find
And always aware, never like a mole: blind
Unnamed
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