From the Canvas to the Paint

By: Laura


The canvas is blank

It is silent

But when the paint comes

the canvas speaks.

The paint pours emotion

It pours feelings like wonder and distress

It screams to be looked at.

The canvas and the paint work together.

The canvas cannot speak on its own

nor can the paint.

Together they create a microphone

to be heard by the world.

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.

Conversations & Relationships

by: Laura


The canvas is blank

It is silent

But when the paint comes

the canvas speaks.

The paint pours emotion

It pours feelings like wonder and distress

It screams to be looked at.

The canvas and the paint work together.

The canvas cannot speak on its own

nor can the paint.

Together they create a microphone

to be heard by the world.

Be a Gardener

By: A YSA writer with responses from several others


One person alone has the potential to be a gardener.

Not only a gardener but a garden who gardens.

Once you have cultivated the special flower in your own garden,

and you care for it always,

it will bear seeds.

You can fill yourself with special flowers.

With an abundance of seeds,

you can scatter them across the other gardens, or human beings.

If the seeds don’t sink into them,

it’s ok.

If they grow a flower, but fail to care for it

there is no use,

try try again.

The ones who care for it will have so many seeds

that they’ll have no choice but to drop them every day

sharing with anyone.

Gradually we will liberate the world.


Suggestions as to how to live a healthy life

mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually

First plant the seed of the flower of self awareness

then all questions will be satisfied.

This is indeed the most important seed.

~ A YSA writer

The seed I plant is a challenger giving others the opportunity to say I won’t break and then prove

it. The plant that grows from this seed is a cactus that blooms a venus fly trap, but it gives off a

sweet scent. It draws you in, then it throws you back. It is a challenge to embrace it but it builds


~ Leon

The seed that I want to spread is the seed of understanding because with understanding comes

patience. Patience is a beautiful thing. Maybe if there was more love, patience would not run out.

Love exists deep inside us sometimes you just need to remind them. ~ Laura

Rick James is like me. We both like to arrange something epic. I feel my seeds consist of

elevating the consciousness of civilization through music and the verbs of my personal life.

~Zef God

Seeds I want to plant

I want to plant seeds of happiness.

I want to have a happy life.

Seeds of peace.

I believe that our world needs to change.


A seed as I walk is a seed of what they see.

A seed is a gift. My gift isn’t enough.

You give kindness

As an abundant flower

but when pollen gives back

it is not as equivalent.

A seed I would like to drop is greed.

I would like to drop this because

a gift to world would not be a sharing gift.

It would be as solo gift

to keep me sane

it would be greed!


A Root

by Mike B

It’s Deep

It’s Beautiful

It’s Her

It Grows

It’s Alive

It’s Pure

I want to grow a root of understanding so people can understand people and accept people for their gift

and talents and do not judg for we are connected. I want to grow sunflowers because they make me


After I Stumbled

By:  Joshua Joseph


I sat sitting and realizing how powerful God is

humbles a man

but a man who isn’t accepting has a hard time walking without stumbling,

his large ego filled head,

imagine a bobble head on a toothpick

now make it stand with no foundation.

Recognizing the purest truths

and then meeting the darkest forces of fear

leave you paralyzed.

The fork in the road

left and right become a single path.

To break the spirit fill it with doubt,

remind it to remind itself of fear.

To raise the spirit

remind it of its capability

fill it with motivation a focus.

The fork in the road

is really a choice

because it’s one love, one life, one road,

Do you stumble over every ditch and bump

or are you focused, diligent and sprint past the obstacles?

My focus is unbreakable because of how much I’ve been broken,

I refuse to stay broken and I won’t break.

I’ll grow stronger God willing.