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Diary of a lost, twenty-something college graduate.....Part 3 (Adam John Schexnayder - Crowley, LA)

Little fish. Big pond. And all one wants to do is touch the boat. The only thing we have no clue about. Human nature at its finest. And then the adventure begins. Embrace the crazy. Love the unknown. And learn. For it was all worth nothing if you didn't learn. And when you only have sparring memories that come and go, waiting for the pearly gates, you'll realize one of two things. You made the only morbid thing we are given in this world the only thing worth living. And you screwed it all up. But who cares anyway, no one gets out alive.....

Diary of a lost, twenty-something college graduate.....Part 2 (Adam John Schexnayder - Crowley, LA)

That unwanted touch never felt so good. For the pain of the game is only for the love of playing. And just as Romeo pursed his lips to drink to his inevitable death, something clicks in every tenth graders head. This isn't true love. This is passionate lust from the minds of hormonal, trust fund kids that is only for mere attention. But what is the point?? Shakespeare, why thou writeth this tragedy?? To remind civilization that we only want what we can't have, or better yet, what we are told is bad for us. Cause where is the fun in living, if we are gonna die anyway??

Diary of a lost, twenty-something college graduate.....Part 1 (Adam John Schexnayder - Crowley, LA)

Why do I feel pg13 in a rated R world?? Who made this self-deprecating, loner laying in his bed on a Saturday night?? For the answers are lost just as my mind races to the start. And the slight, smug smile that comes to my lips is not from you. It's from me. Of how I felt, which, by definition, has nothing to do with you. And as the battery on my netflixing iPad dies, I'm painfully reminded of one thing: if I don't experience the world, I'll only write what I read. And who needs another mind numbing saga, when you can have glitter??

The Religion of Prozac (Adam John Schexnayder-Crowley, LA)

In a generation of medicated existence, one forgets to have your own opinion. By granting an exit to 90% of the population who idiotically believe that mind altering drugs will save your life, Prozac has replaced Jesus Henry Christ. Somewhere between World War II and the fight for Equal Rights, the world has lost the ability to mind it's own business. When the allocation of worries became somewhere in between Santa Claus and your neighbor, everyone forgot to be a little selfish in it's endeavors to better things. If we just took the time to realize that minding your own business is the lost commandment that should have equaled eleven. For Prozac fuels indifference to the point of self righteous pursuits of "the greater good." The world could be a slightly better place if we capitalistically sold people their own thought process in a bottle rather than indulging them into the unrealistic notion that it takes two to tango and threes a crowd. And the only place we will e

Community (Brent P. Bourque-Loreauville, LA)

When the darkness comes to light Creatures of gossip take flight In a community so small Some decide to share it all Between the sheets Then in the streets Respect is expensive Yet words come Cheap With knives flying and backs turned I think I feel my ears start to burn Once a whisper becomes a roar I’ll start heading towards the door With the chatter that goes on Hatred is spawned This rainbow we paint is not black and white but made of many colors that burn bright Elders fought a war they have brought us far Many battles won This war is not done We fight for equality But what we need is humility The ability to take the blows that are given and show that we are not afraid to fight for what is right in our world and show unity on all fronts For when we deceive and chastise each other We show that we are exactly what they think we are Playing to the stereo types We should be trying to take flight To soar above And go with love Take up your swords of whit your

Why Does It Hurt? (Jason Smith-Lafayette, LA)

Why does love have to be so hard, I want to be honest but it must not be in the cards. I thought you and I felt a connection, Was it just a flitting affection? Did you mean it when you said you had fallen, Or was that just a mistaken calling? Did I mess up any chance for us, Was I hoping for to much? I guess I must face the pain, I must have been too vain. I hope that we can still be friends, Keep in touch until the end. Don’t think I would take you for granted, Even though my life is frantic. I was hoping to be your love, To see you light the heavens above. I will be here as your friend or mate,   I do see you in my life because it is my fate.

There You Were (Jason Smith-Lafayette, LA)

I wasn't looking for someone new, but there you were, out of the blue. You were so silly, clever, and smart, you had my heart right from the start. You were so charming, kind, and sweet,   than you swept me off my feet. You were so wonderful, so great, I was sure that I owed it all to fate. I knew that I would soon be going away,   but I pretended there wasn't such a day. Saying goodbye to you was torment,   hoping that our time together wasn't just a fleeting moment. Now distance keeps you from my sight,   but I can still see your face when I close my eyes at night. On the phone you know just what to say,   the sound of your voice takes my breath away. I long for your touch, I crave your kiss,  there are so many things that I miss.

Wormhole (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)

Trapped in a wormhole that keeps replaying , like the music in my head, I can feel it repeating every time but can’t pause the show or the spinning in my mind. I live on a physical world and with it comes a physical pain, a pain too great to keep me moving down here yet not strong enough to keep me from that spiritual plane, the one that leads directly to you. I cannot always see you, hear you, touch you, but I know you are there and you are real. I’ve felt you fill me before, a glimpse of true life, true love with no anger, sadness, or worry and most of all no pain. I step among the fallen and I suffer because I am just like them – broken, beaten, and too far from your touch so that my fingers keep slipping through your hands and I feel myself sliding down, down into replay mode but I just call to you and I know, I know you are right there and holding me patiently through it all. Lucky me. What I wouldn’t give to be in sync with you, full of love, of joy and giving it

Never Leave Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Oh God, I hope you never leave me Oh woe is me, I am on my knee My heart smashed on the floor My body now just a whore Where do I go from here? This is everything I fear My life was in your hands Your body, the earth demands Is this all I have left? Our lives just a theft I must admit I’m depressed Please don’t get distressed Just my feelings if I lost you Cause we’re understood by few

The Bayou Negro Lay (James Earl Anthony- New Orleans, LA)

Lay me down sweet Nola Negro man; The touch of your brittle barred hand Scraped across my fair pasty body; A kiss from your almond delight lips A spark from my plump red lips, On the bayou we lay in secret You on top, I on bottom Strong ox arms with no secret wonder You built many a house with those barred hands; Legs fast as the rising cheetah awaking for Africa Hair crisp as the night sunset, Slick as the warmest treasure Golden eyes burdened with soulless creation, love for me A backbone scarred with sacred whips from hell Voice of a triumphant African king; Hold me close my Nola Negro man Let me not go until the erased time Or when white man discover Ginger and Negro lay on the bayou, time on our hands in the sweet tall grass I on top, you on bottom Placing your barred hands upon my hips,thrust in motion of love set aflame For all nature to witness, love between white man, black man The still rod of lust no more filled with a heart in souls uncompared Fill my desire Nola Negro man

Come What May (Jason M Smith-Lafayette, LA)

I cannot laugh without a sigh I cannot speak without a lie Endless moaning in the night Warns of pain or just delight Misuse myself in front of you Just to get your pitty, too Just to get your pity true I'd kill myself in front of you He who comes in the hour of need Has been to late, lack of speed I never cared about these things They're meaningless in all it's sense I'm just happy I can say Come what may at the end of the day You do not love me this must be true Now you wonder why I am blue I think you played me yes I do And now my soul is black and blue Why have you not talked to me I don't understand can't you see That this is torture and agony If it is over let me know Because I am ready to leave this show I really do love you can’t you see With so much pain its killing me If you love me tell me true What am I supposed to do

Wannabe My Lover? (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Here’s my story from A to Z If you can’t listen Don’t expect to get with me I got James in this place Who likes in your face I got Kish and Madi Who represent Adam S just like s to be He’s not easy And …for me? Ah… you’ll see We just slam our words down And win you all around We just slam our words down And win you all around That’s if you want to be my lover

Judges (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I understand  my spirit is my life, my destiny my life is not my neighbor’s life  I understand  I should not expect my neighbor To live up to the expectations set for my spirit I understand  Those who judge me out of jealousy Will never meet their expectations 

Normal. (Madison Elizabeth Holland-Lafayette, LA)

None of us has ever experienced what it is like to be anyone else, To be inside their heads, thinking others' thoughts, Which leaves me with the puzzling question of how "normal" came to be. I realize it must be based on general patterns of behavior But all behavior stems from thought That is translated to action So did one person come up with this "normal" thing And then the followers latched onto his dogma Now, today, this is what we deem acceptable? Well. As for me, I don't believe in following. I glory in the fact that no one on this planet, In this universe, In all of space and time, No one thinks or feels exactly like me. I am unique. From the way I stir my coffee To the way I make love From the way I dance in my underwear To the way I hear music From the way I kiss To the way I process my surroundings No one is me. No one will ever be me, ever again. I live life accordingly, celebrating me Because th

Master Please (Jason Smith-Lafayette, LA)

Master please don’t cry for me, I am happy, healthy & running free. We will be together again, Then we can pick up as best of friends. I know you grieve for my loss, I know the toll of your emotional cost. In the time that will pass, I will be waiting, playing in the grass. When your time has come to be here, I will see you no matter how far or near. I will run to you to be in your arms, To show you my love with all of it’s charm. Together forever as time does go on, We will play as we watch for the new dawn. Then when we cross thought those pearly gates, To be in heaven were there is no hate. Friend and master are one again, This time forever love & loyalty without end.

Reality or Perception?? (Adam John Schexnayder-Crowley, LA)

To be me?? One might quiver at the thought of that. Just as the one Greek God sentenced to hold the earth upon his back, it would be just a sentence. A long punishment for something you're not quite sure even happened. For all the forces against the idea of me, and you want to walk a few steps in my shoes? Can't you see the slow, mechanical destructuring of my path. One can never tell which way is up in my world. Yet you still choose to ask of me?? For once, I slip on the shoes of another. And I see. Or don't see. And then the lightbulb illuminates...... Perception is always someone else's reality.

My Glimpse Romance (Jason Smith-Lafayette, LA)

Here I set in my big king bed, Trying to remember what you said. Then it hits me like a rock, That I loved you for your cock. When ever we got close and I had the proof. You never once told me all the truth. I should have listen to the warnings, But my heart was in to spawning. I fell for another who was the same, I think you were trying to mess with my brain. You say you are who you say you are, But I keep asking and not getting far. You played my emotions like a fiddle, Then you thought that I was fickle. I should have listen to you all, Then I would not have taken this fall. You never wanted to marry me, Even though I proposed on one knee. I think this lesson has been learned, Just stay friends not lovers, Then you will never get burned.

Bisexual Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I like men and women That’s not a sin Doesn’t mean I desire you It’s not about who I’m not gay or str8 I don’t instigate I just love A gift from up above I believe in monogamy You just think sodomy All human souls are beautiful to me I’m just like you can’t you see? Oh, bisexual me One day I hope to be free Of the bullshit of society For a fair chance to be me