New Chapter


by Lil Richie

What some would call a midlife crisis; I would call a new chapter

A new leaf but all that’s new is circumstantial

Me against the world, but why sign a treaty when I’m enjoying the battle

Ain’t even trynna win just make time pass faster

Some say I look lost but being lost is nothing more

Than blindly walkin through a new area to explore

Discoveries made, everyday tells me what’s in store

Just make it something cheap that I can afford

Don’t be such a tease flaunting all the fancy gadgets

That I can’t get, but if I had them

It’d probably get stolen the next day, that’s how Seattle is

Karma real? If not then I’ma handle it

I shouldn’t have to tho

Cuz if it’s real the chapter’s on-

ly temporary

But it stays cold as February

Might get better never-ary

It’s real life you can gamble yours to the cemetery

“Being over daring”

Proceeds the word “cause” in your obituary

Lotta ways to go if you ain’t watchin where you steppin

Parents blame technology for stealin our attention

From a lesson, from a message

Skimming over everything to see the next chapter


To Live is to Suffer -Therasa Dreamer


To live is to suffer;

 to survive is to find meaning in the suffering

-Viktor E. Frankl

Living is not always a cake walk as some feel it should be. The only things that made my life easier was accepting my struggles, trusting my journey, and know that without the bad and the hard times I would not see the true beauty in the good times. Without the bad times how would the good time hold signifigance? If we were unable to experince anything other than “good” times people no longer would place any value on joy, happiness, or success. As humans we would not appericate good times without the ability to compare them to the bad times.

Life is filled with lessons this is one of the many that I have had to learn through my own experinces and trials. This is by far one of the lesons that has influenced my life the most!

I am Me by Ruby


You may look at me and judge me

With your thoughts and what you see

You may knock me down until I fall

Still, like always, I’m me

Does my intelligence upset you?

Why are you so down and blue

Cause I’m smart and I’ve got class

With a wise soul that grew

Just like waves and like fire

With the promise of the wind

Just like honey oh so sweet

Still I’m me

Did you want to see me in vain?

Far gone and yet distraught

Lost and headed a different away

A war I never fought

Does my elegance intimidate you?

don’t you see it in me

Cause I’m sharp like I’ve got diamonds

In the depths of the blue sea

You may kill me with your looks

You may kick me in my knees

You may break me with your animosity

Still, like always, I’m me

Out from the shadows into the light

I’m me

Away from darkness from the night

I’m me

I’m a strong mountain standing tall

Climbing and reaching yet to fall

Throwing away fear and doubts

I’m me

Into a tunnel searching for light

I’m me

Bringing in the hope that was once apart of me

I am the dream that I never believed

I am me

I am me

I am me

I Hid


I am happy… no

I act happy… no

I try to act happy…

i hope that
no one sees it
in my face
on my breath

the cheap vodka
i chugged greedily
right before i
stepped in the door

right before they
warned us
shelter will close
if one more bottle

one more needle
or cap is
found in the building
and even after

i walked back
saying i wanted
to get coffee
so i could

sneak another
few swigs as i
hid behind
the doorway

Parallel Mission


Dreamin’, I let my thoughts drift away overseas,
still, no one will follow me or even fathom the challenge,
I test the balance,
swoop up all intuitions in my talons,
slice away reality, embrace the illusory,
paint a picture so vivid I’m livin’ in lucid dreams,
where space and time don’t matter,
atomic waves will splatter, like scrambled eggs on platters,
I’m climbing the ladder – downwards,
and some might say that’s just some backwards steps,
so let me catch my breath to descend in ocean depths,
strokin’ the flow of water, to travel in motioned reps,
in the deep blue jazz, bumpin’ rhythmic beats eternal,
tones reborn from the ash, at the core of Earth’s inferno,
thermal vision spots the incision of plasmatic cracks in the crust where temperatures risen, a higher realm where colors ain’t on the prism,
unlock the mind escapin’ this prison,
that’s what I recommend when visitin’ the parallel mission.



By: Symphany

sitting, pondering the essences of life and its greater meaning. what does it all mean? do i have some purpose? what makes life well, life? lively? i want to know.

is there some great beyond or are we really alone and merely just a speck of dust that will soon wither and die only to decompose in the ground. do we simply just live then die and are stuck in the ground, the end, no greater something after the years on earth being “alive.”

i hear all around different answers with similar qualities that lead me to be hopeful.

hope. such a small word with big meaning. hope seems to be the strongest or weakest aspect of life and of humans. is life living hopefully? i don’t know. i seem to ponder these thoughts but never getting closer to the answer only further away. floating further away, as if a strong wind is carrying me away to a greater beyond. one can only hope that i find what it means to be alive in this lifetime.

The Fox and the Moon – By Thomas Hermsen


The Fox and the Moon                                           By: Thomas Hermsen

Deep in  the forest of Olivnor, there lived a fox. This fox was not like other foxes, for they were sly and cunning. This fox enjoyed marvelous and great things, and was very greedy. One day the fox was drinking from a pond and a raven flew and settled on a nearby branch.

“Hello there my dear friend! How are you?” The raven cawed out to Fox.

“Do not bother me Raven, for I shall eat you if you get in the way of my day.”

Raven ignored Fox’s threat and cawed out in a more gentle tone.

“Some little hare I saw said you enjoy great things, truly amazing things, am I correct?”

Fox paused from his drinking and looked up at Raven; “Yes, and you have something that may interest me?”

“Yes friend, if you shall fulfill what I ask of you. I shall give you the moon!”

Fox looked straight up and though he is not the smartest fox, had doubts.

“How shall you give me the moon? Isn’t it impossible?”

Raven shook his head; “So you shall question it? Well then, I shall forget about fulfilling this and I shall leave now,” Raven said, and started to flap his wings.

“Wait Raven! What do you ask of me? What do you need?”

Raven stopped and chuckled; “You shall bring me three objects. But there will be a challenge retrieving these.”

“Anything Raven,” Fox said, standing determined.

“First bring me a wedge of cheese from the castle’s kitchen, only a few miles south from here. I will wait here for your return.”

Fox darted south, opposite of where the moss grows, and made it to the castle walls. There was a small crevice at the foundation that Fox could squeeze through. After that he would have to sneak into the kitchen to retrieve the wedge of cheese.

He kept low to the ground and crawled across the ground to the gates.

“Alas! A creature from wild! Kill it!” Yelled a townswoman.

The guards set upon the fox, and chased him into the castle, through the hallways-  and into the kitchen. Fox snatched the cheese in his muzzle and escaped the kitchen, only to have the cook slash his tale off with a butchers knife.

Fox barely made it back to Raven with his life, and dropped the cheese

at the base of the tree.

“Damn you Raven! Look at my tale!”

“I do not see your tale, but you have returned bravely and earned a slice of cheese.” Raven dropped down and pecked off a chunk from the cheese wedge. Fox gulped it down.

“Now you have been nourished, and must venture to retrieve another item.”

“I see, what do you want?”

“You must travel to the Ferclasp Brewery, four miles to the north, and retrieve a fine bottle of wine.”

“May I get a drink of that wine?” Asked Fox.

“No questions, now go!”

Fox journeyed to the brewery, and did not see anyone about. So he walked into the brewery and snatched a bottle of wine in his muzzle. He turned around and left, only to step on some broken glass, he whimpered and limped all the way back to Raven. It was getting late.

“Damn you Raven! Look at my paw!”

“Your paw will heal soon, but you have returned bravely and earned a drink of wine.”

Fox gulped the wine and dropped the bottle at the base of the tree, alongside the wedge of cheese.

“Now you have one final task, and may it be the most adventurous. If you shall return, you shall be a hero.”

Fox liked this idea very much, and quickly forgot about his bleeding paw.

“You shall venture to the underground city of rats, and retrieve the golden crown of their king!”

“Ha! That shall be easy! For they are only rats!”

“Take this poison, you may need it. Now make haste!” And with that, Fox ventured to the cities storm drains, back in the castles town.

So he limped and wept, and crawled through the crevice. Everyone was asleep so he was in luck. Fox crawled through the storm drain and dropped into the muddy bank.

For a while he travelled through the dank halls of the sewers, beginning to wonder if he was in the wrong place. But in a dark corner of the chamber he was in, he saw two glowing yellow eyes.

Fox was wrong, they weren’t just rats, they were humongous. And they were dangerous too. He then thought of a plan.

“Dear friend, I wish to praise your king, I wish to join you!”

“Are you the one that received our letter?” The rat hissed.

“Y-yes,” Fox trembled.

“Then follow me.”

Fox followed the rat through the city, and they passed many ugly creatures and horrifying sights.

“Go in there, and we are watching you.” The rat pushed Fox into a large hall.

“’What are you waiting for, come in,” a frightening voice boomed through the hall.

Fox gulped and walked through the hall towards the voice. Up some very large stairs, he saw the golden crown glint in the candle light.

“Hmm, you are a fox, wishing to join the rat order. Very strange I must say. But where are my manners, I am the king, and I will be your king soon enough. We are about to eat and we hope that you may join us, then we will begin your initiation.”

“Of course my lord.”

“How about a tour of your new home, eh?”

“Yes my lord, it would be an honor.”

“Theseus! Show our new friend around.”

“Yes my king.”

Fox Followed the rat named Theseus through the chambers and halls of the rat kingdom. When they entered the kitchen, Fox slipped the poison Raven had given him into the king’s goblet. After the feast Theseus showed Fox his bed.

“I don’t trust you filth. I’m gunna keep all eyes peeled!” The rat spat and then he left.

Fox then waited  for the poison to take effect, at midnight.

He snuck through the halls into the king’s chamber and realized that he was dead. He snatched the crown from the body and snuck back out into the sewers and to the surface and back to the forest. As he made way to the pond raven was nowhere to be found.

“Raven are you there?”

Raven then appeared from the sky and landed on his usual branch. The moon was high in the sky, full and bright.

“So you have returned! And alive, you are a true hero, and shall all of the creatures of the forest know of it! Now I will land in front of you, and you shall place the crown on my head.” Raven landed and Fox placed the tiny crown on his head.

“You have fulfilled the trials and have earned your reward.”

“Where is my moon, oh Raven?”

“Look at the reflection in this pond, there is your moon” and with that Raven flew away.

feel it by Asia Lee


open your eyes

you will never understand how breathtaking it feels to feel the normalcy of body functions that aren’t deprived from narcotics.

I’ve got the scars right here.

my body is littered with imperfections,

I’ve got fines in collections

rude to the dude hootin & hollering.

don’t bother calling they all seem to misplace their morbid salutations… they end up on my lap.