Lights
By Jorge Pliego
I’d throw myself into a universe of curious lights.
Where a kindled flame can be seen from afar.
Traveling through a galaxy of unfound stars.
I’d have you in embraced arms.
through the rambunctious cosmos of afar .
Passing hideous storms that can be called bizarre .
heading straight into nimbus clouds .
It feels ominous so far.
We vowed to not scream so loud.
shhhhh…. They might hear us.
The window’s shattered. You left us in ruins.
but I’m still the fool who follows the light that has drifted so far.
Autumn
By Jorge Pliego
Summer has left, so bitter sweet
It’s radiance carried by a lively leaf that
has fallen from the orchard tree .
skiing on the surface of a river that flows so free.
passing a vast of fluorescent trees
that intertwine and become Autumn’s spring.
The cold crisp air carries a breeze of memories.
Holidays that harvest pumpkins and Pine Trees.
The season in which families rejoice and wait for Autumn to spring.
5:33 AM
By Daneesha Tillman
I don’t know if it’s obvious, but I can’t sleep.
The same way I can’t figure out how a person can miss you and not bother to make arrangements.
Hit me up on Facebook, with a brief “life’s great” synopsis of a cry for attention.
One of those friends who always has a man.
They break up, she looks up, and wonders “where are my friends?”.
Sweetie I’m here to tell you that you fail to balance those in your life.
Live 4 blocks from my house, yet our relationship has had it’s issues.
I think it’s about time I discontinue.
Then again, I still can’t sleep..
Because walking down the street holding my little sister’s hand was a sign of homosexuality.
Those forehead kisses I give her are my way of pausing time.
Cherishing her innocence and creating memories.
I can see in her eyes that she admires me as a role model I never thought I was.
I was just trying to be the best big sister and show her how to be lady.
What some people failed to see is that we wanted to display our bond, not sexual preference.
But I am glad that
loving my sister has so much relevance amongst those most irrelevant.
Yet, I still can’t sleep…
Which reminds me that it’s time for some spring cleaning.
I’m getting rid of everything and everyone that doesn’t work for me.
Can’t settle for fake joy or part time friendship.
I want who I am to reflect on my friend selection.
I don’t want to be tolerated, but celebrated.
I need to stop expecting people to bend over backwards for me, though I may do so for them.
As of today I quit being more of a friend, to others, than they are being to me.
I just wanted to take some time to be real with myself.
And as the sun is rising, I’m coming to peace.
As the sun is rising, my body relaxes and bliss ignites me.
Setting my soul ablaze and the ability to have a clear mind.
As the sun is rising, I’ll finally get some sleep…