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I came alone, And solitude is destiny.
Amazed to realize that I came alone,
and alone I would go.
Placed within a group of lives, bound
by the word family. Slowly each of
us developed our own words, and lived our lives alone.
Realized I could never make my
life one with another, for one is one!
For years uncounted, it has been
clearly stated that one and one are two.
Whether one be a mind, a life, or you.
The equivalent of one and one has always
been two.
Drifted further from family life with time.
Became familiar with other inhabitants,
but realized my one lasting possession, me.
No one else will accompany me to life’s end.
Everyone seems afraid to encounter alone.
Many don’t like themselves. They strive to be others.
The don’t see how unique each of their lives are.
Fascinated by many. Fascinated
with their thoughts, fascinated with their
ignorance, and fascinated with their emptiness.
See that solitude is destiny. Will come
across friendship to add life to life,
but solitude is destiny.
Nothing and No one will accompany me throughout,
except me and my thoughts.
I CRIED
by Robin D. Barber
I cried
hearing of his sudden death, Angela
tried,
i cried too.
knowing how George died,
but not knowing why?
i’d cry too.
feeling the bullet rip open his chest, Betty
cried,
loud and long.
did Malcom really do something wrong?
a whole nation cried.
when Martin fell that summer night, Coretta,
courageous as she is beautiful,
did not cry.
instead Ralph cried for her.
and now,
the Messenger is dead,
and they’re still dying,
but they’re still crying
tears of procrastination.
though somehow it always seems that we all can
cry, sigh, revolt, and TRY,
after they all die.
I stand before you-, today
I stand here, a product of America
The home of “We the people”, and me.
I stand before you, uninhibited
I stand in my entirety
A “collaborative effort” of this vast estate
Look what you’ve done to me.
I am standing - defensive, analytical
critical, and pessimistic!
Qualities many of you can see.
For each man recognizes his shortcomings,
In his brother.
And each of you will somehow find me.
I cry because I can’t change the world
We cry, my pen and me.
Then times arise to speak aloud
Like you, I turn from what I see.
I scream for peace on earth
I scream, inactively
to victims, not the villain
I scream, ironically.
Can you see that success is a status?
Symbol?
The world begins G-R-double “E”
Refuse a life of material gain
A life from which you are rarely set free
If able to refuse this empty life
Then, finally, you see me!
by Karen McCullin
Resigned
Warm weather that makes you
Giddy inside
And lazy too
So that you want to do nothing but sit
And watch the world go by
Knowing that there is plenty that you should/could
Be doing
To deuelope yourself and perhaps
Others
But warm wins
And you sit or lay and think of anything and everything
And nonsense
And once in a while apprehension flickers
But it is melted by the sun
Robyn Dale Mahone
“I write poetry because it’s a way of expressing feelings and thoughts uniquely me.”
I give you my love
though not by concrete means
The meaning holds its’ own
No revenue, nor sparkling gift
Proves its sincerety
Its’ sincerety is told within
The warmth in my smile
And by actions
Look into my eyes
And see the depth
I am for real . . .
love,
A word used so freely
Yet holds a definition
undefinable '
But very well understood
Camille K. Scott
Sophomore