Sonnet
This is a good sonnet I’m gonna write.
Hopefully it isn’t depressing,
And I will try to keep it light.
To be honest it’s a little stressful.
Even though it’s such an easy thing, maybe
I could learn something from this sonnet,
Or write how I want to make today be.
Whatever it will be I am on it,
And however it goes I will love it.
And if it is strange to others’ eyes,
I will fix it when I can recommit,
Or step aside to color butterflies.
Hopefully I will have luck next time
And think of a lot more internal rhyme.
-Anonymous
Misty Mountain Cold
Misty Mountains Cold,
Blazing Flames and Crimson Scales,
Mountain Dragon Cold.
-Grayson Gunderson
How Are You?
What if I were to ask you how you felt right now?
Thus begins the panicked presentation stage in your mind,
as your brain tumbles with all the life struggles you have had to endure
And how those hardships, have no cure
Though there is no need to fear what you say
For no one expects the truth to come out of you
You see, the normal of society is to say you are fine day after day
Whilst your insides want to scream that you are not okay.
The purgatory of voices that lie deep within your mind- are never to be spoken,
for these social norms of "proper etiquette" and "complexity" are never to be broken.
So, rather than break the rules, we break the record,
and repeat that same simple phrase:
"I'm good. I'm okay"
and your words remain seen as only one presentation of many,
among peers who too fake life as canny.
You see, people never care when their numbers walk to the stage.
No one cares about this simple bad page
In your book of life.
Because, you see, every good book has it's bad parts
And only a few ever even leave marks
So why bother with yours?
When everyone else has their own daily chores.
So we continue to stay in silence.
We continue to hide this internal self-violence.
But if this barrier is broken through, then-
people just stare and consider you out of the norm-
For you have broken their set perfect form
of a happy, hardworking being
not even meant to question life's meaning.
A machine intended to work without complaint-
without dare mentioning the sheer pain of life's restraint.
-Kiana Sivak