Hollow Halls
By Genesis Ellen
Perched upon a thought that lingers
Fears spawn suddenly beneath my fingers
For here in the dark there is no singer
Nothing but voices exhaling “Bring her”
Bewildered this night
Having lost my sight
My steps prove cautious only out of fright
Unsettling groans beneath the floorboards down under
Echo through the halls with lesser-known thunder
And as I creep my way down, an unlikely observer
I’ve become now realizing the ground as firmer
Though before I rejoice
I should soon listen a voice
And the spirits now whisper “Burn her”
A murmur so icy, in irony true
To escape from this wrath, I led them askew
Leaving footprints trailing colors black and blue
When left alone with my trickery
Their tone changed and within me,
I heard them cry out “She knew”
A Tasteless Little Dream
By Olivia Martinez
I only have one wish
but my mind is overfed
like a brick dropped from a tower
my body hit the bed
finally a little sense of peace
almost smooth like silk
the sheets caress every crease
I lay awake reminiscing
about the thoughts
that seem too good to be true
only a tasteless little dream
who could have even knew?
put you first!!!!
By Olivia Martinez
from infancy we are told to be selfless,
but heaven forbid you become a pushover.
treat them the way you want to be treated,
yet don’t tolerate disrespect.
when will you fathom
the mental image of whose soul lingered ‘till the end?
anything you could possibly need
is found within.
your only duty is to live this life
not to satisfy.
its okay if they take offense,
they’ll know it’s only ‘cause you care.
