Poetry 3

Summer Sky
I remember a rustic café on the side
Of the road
I remember the blue jeans of the cowboy
Who rode
His horse in the fields, even in snow
And a road that stretched on forever
In the orange flavored sky
So drippingly real all I could wonder was why
I couldn’t eat it
But instead I could beat it with the real thing
Oh baby
With the real sun kissed juice balls
Out side of my window
Better than any of those sour faces in the store
Just built around here
Right where the couples would come
To lay
In the Piles and stacks
Of unwanted hay
They would watch the orange grow redder and old
Bye bye Mr. Day
Now the closest to watching the orange
Is the hard ass fruit they think you can eat
And the flaming blood colored sign in the street
They don’t know that that road used to be
Solitary
The only paved one in town before my haven turned
Scary
Now the realness of my sky is less
The citrus love I felt has left
A while ago, when the rest of the truth left town
And left yours truly
To fight for what was only precious orange to me.

By: Kate Faville
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My Blind Eyes
I may be blind to you
But I know what you think is not true.
Many of you hurt me
And yet you still don't see
The way the pain spreads all over me.
The way you seem to stare and watch
Feels like a problem that never stops.
I know you think you're clever to think whatever you want.
The way you think you always know
Makes me feel so down low.
I wish the world would see
Being blind is to be free.
I may not see with my eyes
And cannot see the skies.
But somewhere there are pictures
Down deep in my blind eyes.

By: Jade Kugelman
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In Search For Saviour
Someone save us from ourselves.
We are beasts. More evil than Satan.
The corruption of society has destroyed morality;
Replacing it with malice.
Malice beyond comprehension,
malice beyond belief.
Why do brothers and sisters fight amongst themselves?
Because of greed and jealousy.
The human race is dying.
Someone save us from ourselves.

Flutter
A tree is sick and dying,
Its leaves flutter down,
Sometimes I wonder if this tree,
Resembles the world in which we are now.