Brain and Heartstorming

By: Michael Butler


I feel like dying.

But I want to love everybody for who they are.

Killing is not the answer.

I rather do drugs.

My mind is like diving in the ocean

when not know how to swim.

But I have a certain love for the ocean and mother nature.

I am not from this world.

I from the stars.

I believe we are Spirits.

It reminds me we are angels.

We all have wings and a crown.

I feel very dark sometimes

but I believe we all have some black in us all.

The world scares me sometimes.

I don’t know what this world is coming to.

I am numb to the world.

I remember when I didn’t feel emotions

my Spirits is old.

I think I have sun – is the fire in my soul.

Moon is the light in my darkness

The Same, the Same

By: A YSA writer


I look around and the place does not surprise me.

Where is the fun?

Where is the laughter?

All around people look tired.

Maybe it’s just me

but it’s always the same.

You look around

and someone is sleeping on the ground,

you lend an ear

and there is always someone with a problem.

The same, the same

is this place always the same?

Is there a day when problems disappear?

Will this be when help actually appears?

Does help exist or is this all an illusion?

I am Like You

By: A YSA writer


I’m like you, from the same place

See, everything came from nothing

Light sprang out from the darkness

all elements, fire, water, earth, air and ether

which make up our minds, bodies, and souls

came from nothing

the ultimate mystery

the best kept secret

the first, the real, the eternal

I am like you

We are all siblings really

Children of the Original Master

who made Everything out of Nothing

My beloved people

Be proud of your meaninglessness

Embrace the void

Kiss the darkness, bask in the light

Free yourself from fear

From the greatest lie ever told

Return to where you came from while you’re still alive

From the Studio to the Stage

By: Lesah Evans (?)


In the studio there is complete silence.

There is tranquility and harmony with one’s soul to the music.

There is a struggle for efficiency

and a sense of satisfaction upon completion.

The completed song is then taken to the stage where there is a ridiculous amount of noise.

The artist on stage connects and swaps souls with those in the crowd.

There is a struggle to the performed and the crowd to not pass out

from the heat and exhaustion from constant movement.

The completed show leaves both the crowd and performed

with a sense of satisfaction and completion.

Is the solution that somebody should say something?

By: A YSA writer


History and the present will prove that while words can be useful tools, they are insufficient for

such a revolution. Is the solution that somebody should do something? Is it that people should

know something? Is knowledge the answer? If that was the case then humanity would have been

out of this bind long ago. As you can see, humanity’s knowledge has been expanding over time,

but the world’s situation has been plunging deeper into this cesspool of crap. So perhaps

knowledge is what is credible for this chaos. if so, it would be knowledge that would undo the


The tangled mind must untangle itself through thought. But since the knowledge and

though must become less, knowing something won’t suffice. Just Be Good!!

Daughter to Father

By: Rosa Malinche


I always needed you.

I still need you.

My heart hurts when I see a daughter and father

the pain is still there

it lingers

you have had a painful past

couldn’t it have been motivation to not hurt me?

Your muneca, tu negrita

I love you daddy

I forgive you daddy

but the pain will still be there

until you return to me

I’ve chased you,

I searched for you

but my love was never enough

I look for you in every man I meet

I’m lost, hurt, confused

but I’ll find you

and I won’t let you go.

From your daughter.

From the Lotus to the Jungle

By: A YSA writer


Dear Jungle,

I love you.

There are many glorious flowers here

With many scents and sizes

But you have made me unique, a thousand petaled mystery

Oh Jungle, Oh Jungle

All the other plants come from the fine rich soil

But you have spawned my grace from the murky depths

of the grueling mud

How amazing you are, oh Jungle

And even among the other lotus brothers and sisters

You have made me my own brand

I am forever grateful

Oh great Mother/Father Jungle

When my time is up

I return to you

Really, I am nothing

but an extension of you

We all are.