• poems

    Secret Battles

      Secret Battles Savannah Lobo 11/27/2020 Am I here? Am I there? Seems like I’m stuck In my own head. I just can’t be myself. I feel like I need some help. All these thoughts are too loud. I feel like I’m shutting down. I can’t think, I feel numb. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m stuck in my predicament,  Something that I have created,  I have no recollection of what I’ve done. ‘Cause it feels like I’m numb.  It’s a battle in my head.  And I just can’t sort it out.  My emotions are going insane.  Somebody get me outta my brain.  There is this little girl in…

  • creative writing,  poems

    Through Night And Day

    Through Night And Day Creative writing, poetry about the journey of a person who struggled with depression. Jane B.7/29/2020 Akin to entrapment In cage of sorrow dampWith strands of slumber threading throughMy mind didn’t know how or whyBut nowhere was there a lamp I saw a friendly person kindThrough the dark with a flame in handI ran away from my own mindIn the snow to fall and landIt beckoned me then with a healing touchOh so soft and warmLicking away at the darkness whichUpon my brain would swarm. Then the warmness went with the windAnd left me with a minute of coldAnd as the fire rose againThe embers seemed so differentI…

  • creative writing,  poems

    The Garden of the Mind

    The Garden of the Mind Adebola Adenle7/17/2020 The garden was beautiful. Like an illustration, painted into reality.The sweet fragrance of violet, amber and ivory flowers mixed together and danced in the air.From the trees hung fruit that seemed to sparkle in the golden sun.And a flowing clear stream ran through the length of the garden.Letting a faint rush echo around.But, As time wore on,The garden was left alone.No person roamed the dirt paths,Nor stopped to pluck a fruit from the trees.So,As all things grow without care.The garden grew sick. The petals of the flowers began to wilt.The fruit on the trees shriveled up.As the trees themselves grew sicklyEach day more…