Apr 08

Acid Rain


Pain
Pelts like acid rain
Hail pounding my brain

I often sit and ponder the inherent Meaninglessness 
Of life

All the pain I've ever felt,
All the bad decisions I've made,
All the people I've let down,
All the fear, anger, and sadness
Held hostage 
Within myself;
Trapped inside a cage of apathy,
Desperate to hide my emotions from judgemental eyes.

God, give me a reason!

They say life is like a roller coaster,
Filled with ups and downs,
Highs and lows.

I'm not so fond of roller coasters anymore.

I've ridden so many rides.
The lows are long and the highs are short.

But there's a certain beauty in the sadness.

Like acid rain.

It withers and pollutes,
But there's a sick and twisted Elegance
Hidden in the barrenness of the Aftermath.


 

Oct 25

Mosquitos

My personality was the last one picked for the kickball team It was shy, The one who stayed quiet In the chattering mob of students who Didn’t like me. “Why didn’t they like me?” Negative thoughts bombarded me On those lonely nights, Sitting on my front porch, Watching as cars whizz Past in a flurry of Colorful lights. Like all those people, Rushing past, But never stopping for a Closer look. Fast forward To now, my personality is smart. It is funny and self confident. “But why doesn’t SHE like me?” Those thoughts still Plague me Like mosquitos, Sucking the all hope Out like blood. But the mosquitos go away In the winter. “Why doesn’t SHE like me?” I guess the mosquitos Aren’t leaving This year. I try to outrun the mosquitos With positivity, hiding the pain Behind a Plastic mask of my face. But life is a balancing act, And sometimes You fall off the tightrope. You hang on for dear life, Your weak biceps Struggling to hold on, your fingers Slipping with every insult that
Oct 11

Bare Feet




Bare Feet

By: Dylan Koval

A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar.
A man with rich parents, and wealthy uncles.

I served in the war. 
Almost lost the sizzling spark of life.
I came home a hero, but bound to a wheelchair.
Impaired, I lost everything. 
No home. No family. 
None. 

I am an egg.
The world; a giant wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

No matter how hard I try, 
No matter how badly I believe, 
I am stuck.  
Stuck within myself.
With no family,
A vulture for love, trapped within a cloud
Of poverty.

I sit.
Alone, with nothing,
All while these self indulging businessmen
With rich homes 
And pretty wives
Bask in a life of luxury.

They are beautiful birds.
Soaring through the airs of success,
Born into a world of wealth, everything handed
Oct 10

Bare feet

A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar,
A man with rich parents and wealthy uncles.
I served in the war. 
Almost lost the spark of life.
I came home a hero, bound to a wheelchair.
Impaired, I lost everything. 
No home. No family. 
None. 

I am an egg.
The world, a giant wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

No matter how hard I try, 
No matter how badly I believe, 
I am stuck. 
I am stuck in the cloud of poverty.
No food.
A vulture.

I am in a cloud, 
All while these self-indulging businessmen
With rich homes 
And pretty wives
Bask in a life of luxury.

They are birds
Soaring through the airs of success,
Born into a world of wealth, everything handed
To them on a silver platter.

“Why me?” I whisper to myself, 
Alone in this dark alley, 
With only the patter of rain for company.