Have Faith
For if we have faith, and if we have hope We will not be bound by rope It's coarseness rubs our wrists We are far from ignorant bliss The smiles have all past The laughs never last I refuse to fall back into the depths of my mind For the monsters there are never kind Maybe there's a light to follow, and it's getting brighter Or maybe the darkness has come to swallow what's left of us
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Brayden Bonnell - Guest Writer
How many people think that since it is quarantine they do not have to be active? Well, that is not the case! Yeah, you can’t leave home to go to the gym or anything but you can exercise at home! Go to your backyard, run some laps with your family, play with your pets! Anything that can keep you active! Here is an idea for some exercise! If you live in the country, run on the side of the road with a bigger sibling or an adult! Do some Jumping Jacks, Push-Ups, Sit-Ups, or even Leg Lifts. All of these are great ways to keep active! But wait there's more! Those may not be fun things to do but they are helpful! And yes, I have some fun things for you to do! Grab your family for these! Wanna play some tag? Grab your family and get ready because it is…. Everybody’s It! Everybody’s it is where everyone is it well it’s in the name. When you get tagged you sit down If the person that got you is out you get back up! You play until the last person is alive! Or in the game still. Night at the Museum, you choose one person from your family to be the guard and everyone else are statues that can only move when you aren’t being looked at unless you want to be caught and the new guard! And remember exercise is really important for your health. Not only your physical but your mental. Noah Conn - Guest Writer
I’m no Shakespeare, but I wrote a short inspirational poem using the prompt, “write a poem starting with the first phrase you hear when you shuffle your playlist.” This poem begins with a phrase taken from “Runaround Sue” by Dion and the Belmonts and is also inspired by a conversation I had the day of it’s creation. A Very Deep Poem Here’s my story, It’s sad but true, I hoped and dreamed, To learn kung fu. But my father scoffed, And handed me a bowl, He said “listen here boy,” “Noodles heal the soul.” I could not accept this hopeless lie, I climbed the steps and began to fly, The arena wall, I did hurdle, Saw in me a dragon, did the turtle. The countless trials never seemed to end, Not a single effort did he commend, I haven’t a clue of what to do, But I’m sick and tired of Master Shifu. Anonymous Writer
Oh to be a whisper of a person, to exist placidly without a real cause. To have already done my time, to have nothing left to do but weave myself into the life of the one I left behind. Subtly changing the winds, rustling curtains and gently sweeping his hair into his eyes with nothing but a touch of my presence. To be void of pain, but also void of joy. There’s something beautiful about feeling nothing. Something beautiful about not knowing if he’d miss me, something beautiful about watching him make a name for himself without me joining him on his journey to success. Lurking is too dark of a word to describe it, watching over him is too prideful for the humility of not existing. After all, I wouldn’t be able to communicate with him other than the occasional “gust of wind” to rustle the sheets of music set on the stand in front of him. Oh to be void of thought...void of feeling, void of senses. To be free from the throbbing thoughts in my mind that I spew to him like vomit, to be free from the nights where I think too much and wish so badly to be cured. There would be no point in having my senses because I wouldn't have a body to go along with them. I would no longer have a set of ears to listen to him sing. I would no longer have a pair of eyes to see his crooked smile. Unfortunately, I do have these things. I have thoughts that tell me I would miss him, even if he wouldn’t miss me. I have ears to hear his voice and his laughter, I have eyes to see his smile and to see him succeed. So it’s for these reasons I have decided that for my dear friend, I will remain as a person instead of just a whisper of one. For my friend, I will be more than just one of his memories. |
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