Art work of AJ Ranson
Art work of Jesse Greenwood
We did another round of individual student's work. Today visual works were presented by AJ Ranson and Jesse Greenwood and text based works presented by Kelsey Vandeventer and Daniel Austell.
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They Fell
We're the wispy ones
that shudder at the light
under the covers, withholding our palms
but drawn to the flame, nonetheless.
Entrusted with reality
but unable to bear it, it remains
our craving, our necessity,
super-glued to our souls, a beloved parasite.
Nature has turned on itself,
a fissure of heart and mind,
so we must break the chains of death
and hallow the depths of hell.
- Kelsey Vandeventer
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from "Watermelon Caves"
"Sweetie," she said. "Children don't know better. They are mean because they, they are self-conscious. They hurt others because they've been hurt." Of course, that was what everyone said.
He wiped his eyes with his sticky hands and began to gain composure.
"But why did they make fun of me?" he wailed. "Why do people have to say things like that?" Anger took hold of his being, reminding her of the man she once loved, and she became fearful. She blinked to hold back the tears.
"Jeff," she said, "The world is a place of awful things. People do things they shouldn't. All we can do is our best and forgive those who hurt us. If we don't--" She trailed off and stared at her left hand. It was barren, adorned with scars instead of rings.
- Daniel Austell
~
They Fell
We're the wispy ones
that shudder at the light
under the covers, withholding our palms
but drawn to the flame, nonetheless.
Entrusted with reality
but unable to bear it, it remains
our craving, our necessity,
super-glued to our souls, a beloved parasite.
Nature has turned on itself,
a fissure of heart and mind,
so we must break the chains of death
and hallow the depths of hell.
- Kelsey Vandeventer
~
from "Watermelon Caves"
"Sweetie," she said. "Children don't know better. They are mean because they, they are self-conscious. They hurt others because they've been hurt." Of course, that was what everyone said.
He wiped his eyes with his sticky hands and began to gain composure.
"But why did they make fun of me?" he wailed. "Why do people have to say things like that?" Anger took hold of his being, reminding her of the man she once loved, and she became fearful. She blinked to hold back the tears.
"Jeff," she said, "The world is a place of awful things. People do things they shouldn't. All we can do is our best and forgive those who hurt us. If we don't--" She trailed off and stared at her left hand. It was barren, adorned with scars instead of rings.
- Daniel Austell
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