A Poem By Brandon Meyer

Laughing, joking,

Roaring with accusation,

Bombarded with light

An open rush blazed in his mind.

Wild devotion with insanity of mindlessness

Curiosity was trembling.

Inspired by page thirty-seven

of Ray Bradbury’s

Fahrenheit 451

"I'm Wild" by Michael Keith

I’m wild

Never feel rushed

Never am overpowered

Never think

Come up with my own conclusions

Trust and assured of myself

Have strength

In my own King

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

A Poem by Francisco Moo

I found, I was a prisoner

A Sort of wild feeling, that

Rushed up and down, the

Conviction of my Helplessness

That overpowered me

All feelings,

As I look back have been

Time

As I convicted to be,

Were helplessness.

As quietly done,

In my life, began to think What

Is best,

Thinking still as yet

No definite conclusion, but Yet

One thing only, my ideas Known,

But imprisoned, which has Doubts,

By its own motives that Would

Fully and to my fears

My Eyes open, being Deceived, has cursed Desperate straits, which I Need,

And shall need,

All to Conclusion

And I know

That only confirmation is surely it is

Proof, that all people Have Been taught to Regard, a Whole History about, Grasping over

Own pride, their glory, His Glory

Explained by saying my name is pride, and pride is my glory.

Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Poem by Daija Whittington

While spoiling myself with laughter and jokes

I’m accused of being happy.

I shake off all of the irritation of everything.

Fluttering in the light, snowy but delicate

I rush into the sunshine.

I devote myself to magazines, they’re dusty

But the curiosity is trembling.

Inspired by page thirty-seven

of Ray Bradbury’s

Fahrenheit 451

Dots By Janel Raab

Small dots on the ceiling,
hold and quench my boredom;
counting everyone,
as the teacher drones on.

Some are bigger than others,
some are not whole,
but everyone is counted;
only to entertain
my own curious mind,
because

Small dots on the ceiling
hold and quench my boredom;
counting everyone,
as the teacher drones on.

Maze By Janel Raab

Never ending; I walk
through the maze of life,
twisting and turning
this way and that,

Is there even an end?
Was there a beginning?

Never ending; I walk
through the maze of life

River By Janel Raab

Life is like a river, always changing never stopping
It has bends and dams to flow through
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
It is always different as the water flows
Never knowing where or when it will end
Sometimes rough, sometimes smooth
It can stay on a marked path or create a new
Maybe joining up with others or maybe running alone
Sometimes muddy, sometimes clear
Could help create life, or could destroy it one sweep
Towards the end all rivers will meet
At the same place, though at different times
Sometimes cold, sometimes warm
And eventually all will be swallowed up by the ocean