I. (by Gregory)

the lava of my soul ignites
the path of my passions
i watch as the world erupts
in blameless incomprehsion
as i cast off the shackles
of my solitude

II. (by Amil)

Which shall it be?  Shall it be
breadcrusts today?
(The people say no.)
Oh no?  Then shall it be
muffins today?
(The people again say no.)
Oh no?  Then it must be
cake today.
That is your choice.
You have chosen cake.
(The people eat cake.)
Who decides which it shall be?
Is it you?  No, it is me.

III. (by Sophia)

I cast a longing glance
   at your figure, standing
      by the door
The grain of the oak
   matches the texture
      of your jacket
Will you leave the room
   or will you turn away
      from that wooden grave
         and walk to me

IV. (by Jayden)

O wretched snake! O slithery eel!
Be still and do not curl your tail!
Be kind and do not eat your meal!
Starve yourselves, we say, so that
we may enjoy the beauty of this day.

X. (by Rylee)

We went for a ride in your car
We didn’t go very far
It was just down the block
It was about four-o-clock
Your car seats were cold
And they were also very old
You know what happened next
I sent all my friends a text
You can see yourself on Facebook
And see just how you looked
When you got denied
On our little ride.
We can still be friends
but that shit got to end.