South Bend

Hour glass

by Weston Payne

Every moment counts

grains of sand slip through

hissing watches..

The Dancer

by Weston Payne, Poetry and Lit Club

The Spanish dancer claps her feet,

swinging her hips to a lightning beat.

Left and right she moves with grace,

stylish clothes with a passionate face.

She stomps her feet on the ground,

creating a loud thunderous sound.

The flamingo dance is more than an act,

as the dancer arches her back.

The Spanish dancer claps her feet,

swinging her hips to a lightning beat.

Spring

By Ladifrog

Spring

Blue skies, the color of Easter eggs,

Daffodils, yellow as a noon sun,

New grass, waiting to be mowed the first time,

Robins returning to their nests after the long winter,

These are the signs that spring has arrived,

Mother Nature gives birth to beauty once again.

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month

SURVIVOR
A poem by Ivy Tech Student Stephanie A. Nicklas and read live on FOX28's Morning Show, Friday, April 6 by the author.

A "pony" ride
A scary, gentle side
A big secret
A silent cry
They didn't listen
It's NOT a lie
It makes me less
A life's a mess
I told
I'm STRONG
He's less
I'm more
SURVIVOR.

The YWCA of St. Joseph County will partner with the IU South Bend Social Action Project will host a community awareness program on women's issues on Friday, April 6 from 6 to 9 p.m. in Wiekamp 1001 on the IU South Bend campus, 1700 Mishawaka Avenue, South Bend.  The program will include a screening of the documentary NO! by filmmakter Aishah Shahidah Simmons, followed by an open mic poetry jam and other artistic expressions by local artists. This event is free and open to the public.  For more information contact the YWCA or the Ivy Tech Student Government Association.

Brother From Another Mother (best friends)

by Weston Payne, Poetry and Lit Club

Chapter 11 - “Brother from another Mother” from Wes Side Story

I was in math class and I saw some kid drawing dragon ball z pictures. So I walked over to him casually (without stumbling) and I asked if he liked the show. We ended getting in an argument over who was better Vegeta or Goku. I of course was an-all out Vegeta fan and was insulted by his argument. Yet for some reason one of us started laughing and then I just couldn’t stop. He told me the name I’ll never forget. His name was Will Cole. Will was and still is my best friend. He and I loved hanging out together. We loved playing video games and ditching our homework and we loved gossiping about who was hot and who was not at our school. We both joined the Eco club, and we both wanted to live next to each other when we got older. We laughed so many times everyday. We had our own world together and nothing will or ever can change that. There are many things that I find too hard to remember about Will. Like when he told me how much he liked Amy Conroy. He told me everything that went on between them. He even asked her to prom but he got real bummed out when she decided to in a group instead. I shared with Will my problems with Jenny John and how bummed out I was when I found out that I had to find new date. I remember talking about Video games in math class. During the end of my senior Year he died from a roof accident. I was so shocked. I didn’t know if I could cry or I should kill myself or what to do. I was so mad at God. He took away my most trusted, loved, and all around best friend. When I said Will and I had our own world together I really meant it. I was failing all my classes when I met Will. And he was too. Now understand that before I wasn’t OK with failing but I didn’t want to try more than was needed. However when Will entered my life I HAD to try. For Will, for me and for our future as friends. We grew on each other. He worked real hard so I would too. That’s how it worked. If I started falling short I knew he’d help me. We were equals with attitude. If you’ve never lost a loved one I don’t know if I can explain it well. When will died, denial set in quick but that sweet ignorance didn’t last. Soon his lifeless body lay before me as I hugged him goodbye on a hospital bed. A final few words to my friend was all I could muster out of my already jumbled speech. I was so sad at the truth. I wanted to save him. I wanted to be his hero. I wanted to show that our great eternal friendship wouldn’t, couldn’t end in death. But what if it did, and how could god let this happen. Did he care? As I stood near him in the hospital, with friends and family crying around me I wanted so badly to switch places with him. He had finally found peace. In my restrained tearful eyes I wanted peace too. I felt really old when it was all over. I felt like I was near my own deathbed. I had known death for a moment. But he took my friend and now I was all-alone again. I felt bad for all of his family. I wasn’t feeling bad for myself as much as I was for the time we lost that we would have spent having fun together. A few nights previous to his death we had talked. He told me that if he died he was going to try asking God to make him into a Super Saiyan. Like on the show Dragon Ball Z. At the time I agreed I too would ask him and me and Will could train in heaven forever. And so when Will died I thought to myself “Will is a Super Saiyan, he beat me to it”. I think of Will all the time and his picture rests atop my x-box so that everyday I wake up I see him smiling at me, so I smile back.

Poetry for Week 3/13/07

"Mesmeric Revelation", Edgar A. Poe:
   
"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which
escape the dreamers by night. In their grey visions, they
obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in their awakening
to find that they have been on the verge of the great secret.
In snatches, they learn of the wisdom which is of good, and
more of that mere knowledge which is of evil."

The poem was taken from this link.

I don't know what to put here...

by ACLdragonfly

Lonely in a crowded place

Wishing I could see your face.

Blocking everyone out

Life is filled with so much doubt

They tell me they love me

But their actions hate me

Pretending they're real

When we know how they  feel.

You say you're here with me everyday

leading and guiding every step of the way.

Now I'm in control, so I think

I've got this one, whether I swim or sink.

I used to be so filled with love

Now I would love just to be filled.

Where's all the passion, fervor and joy?

My hearts no longer a toy.

Just to have you again, I'd give anything.

But the price is everything

and I have nothing.

Where do I go when I've hit rock bottom?

Why has my heart gone completely numb?

What's it matter to you?

you've got me for eternity.

But do you really?

How do I know certainly?

Can I be sure? Are you really real?

How do you know my thoughts and exactly how I feel?

Did you love someone so much and they loved you too

but they never spent time with you?

Where you kicked out? Asked to leave?

Thinking you were loved and all along, were deceived?

Where you hated because you loved?

Masking all the pain you hid.

Hated because you were good at what you did?

If you are right here, then why do you feel so far away?

If you are right here, then why am I so lonely in such a crowded place?

Conductor of Words

by Weston Payne, Ivy Tech Poetry and Lit. Club

I am a conductor of words,
My instrument, is my keyboard.
The audience is all who listen,
to the song I envisoned.
The notes are letters on a page,
a beautiful song that I've arranged.
For I am a writer and a musican.
So gather around and try to listen,
to the melody beneath the lines.
A melody of words that rhyme.

Those Seven Words

by Darryl Mitchell

I really do not feel like hearing you complain once again
    About how come there are no more good men
Perhaps you should look within, don’t worry you can tell me
    What is it inside of you that you see?
Think about it, what about you attract these feeble minded souls
    Don’t tell me I don’t know because you do have control
See sometimes what you are looking for is staring you in the eye
    You don’t know a good thing until it passes you by
Stay out of your own way; let that organ do its part
    Quit thinking all the time and listen to your heart
The heart wants what the heart wants; it knows love by no other name
    L.O.V.E. is all that matters and 2 can win at this game
Do you really think that I want to hear about the problems that you bear?
    Is there big bold print on my forehead that spells out share?
Do I dare! Speak my mind open and fluently
    See girl you don’t know what it is you do to me
The way you walk and talk you have a natural sex appeal
    Only God almighty knows how I truly feel
But still, I stand back and continually listen
    While in my mind all I am doing is wishin
That it is your lips I’m kissin, but back to reality
    An ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on is all you see
But I can’t take it anymore the time has arrived
    My true feelings about her I can no longer hide
So I tell her how I feel, spilling out all my internal feelings
    I say “Your heart has broken enough, let me do the healing”
On and on I go until she puts her fingers to my lips
    I kiss her finger gently as they begin to slip, down to her hip
She cocks her head to the side and my heart begins to swell
    Then she gives me this look that I know all to well
What the hell, “Darryl I think you’re sweet and you’ve been there through thick and thin
    But I love you like a brother and……………………… I just see you as a friend”

Spring Love

Water Falls
by Nic S Williams, Ivy Tech Poetry and Lit. Club

The water falls
Cascading down my face
Every drop takes my breath away
I would like to be with you.