Thursday, October 16, 2014

Out with the Old and in with the New

By: Jasmine Simpson

Look around you. You’re surrounded by mountainous piles of junk and ancient possessions. ‘Where on earth did all of this come from?’ you may ask. Do you really want to know? Well, here’s the dreadful truth: It’s from all those years spent collecting hundreds of purchases.

Let’s face it, at one point or another, every one of us has purchased a random ‘toy’ that we’ve convinced ourselves we could never live without. We’ve all had the exhilarating feeling that comes with bringing home that new pair of boots or that shiny leather jacket from Hot Topic. It’s too tempting to just pass these buy. It’s too tempting to pay for it and have it in your hands mere seconds later. 

So where does this leave us? We are subject to the ever-growing pile of items we really don’t need. Instead of leaving it lying around, do something with it! Trash it. Sell it. Give it to that Potter kid down the block. Don’t just keep it all! 

You still need help getting rid of those mountains? Here are a few tips to speed you along the path of capturing your bedroom back:
1)    Organize your mountains of garbage into three piles: Important Garbage, Useless Garbage, and Actual Garbage.
2)    Get rid of that secret fourth pile you labeled ‘Maybe Garbage’. It honestly will be your downfall.
3)    Toss out that Actual Garbage pile. Seriously, why haven’t you done that already?
4)    Elect a friend or blood-relative to go through your piles. (If they love you they will be honored to do it for you.) Tell them to take whatever their hearts desire.
5)    Once the piles have been picked over by those vultures of yours, filter through the piles yourself. Ensure that a random Maybe Garbage pile hasn’t reappeared during this process.
6)    Take a breather and view the size of your piles. If you truly followed these instructions, your mountains should be valleys by now. If this isn’t the case, then you really shouldn’t have skipped steps 2 and 3. Go back and do it right. Then you’ll be done!

Tada! Your room is significantly larger now. Doesn’t that feel amazing? Ok, maybe right now you feel awful about losing all your cool stuff, but honestly, later on you’ll feel good. 
In the future, you should remember that getting the old stuff out of the way always lightens the load. Who knows? Maybe others will even start flocking to you with their hoarding issues (along with all their awesome junk).

Live without breathing

By: Jasmine Simpson

The higher world rests above my waters; up there lies the past.
Do I truly belong there with all those black memories?
It seems too unfamiliar now.
I must stay below where I am free.
I must be away from the world of sin and sorrow.
That past left long ago, yet shadows linger in my mind.
The obscurities of my thoughts leave traces riddled with darkest deeds.
All these years they have ached to behold the sun.
They ache to breathe once more.
This addiction of the mind is sedated merely with its freedom.
To be free is a fragmentation of fiction.
No reality could deign to such a tragedy as this.
I saw all of those souls; they were born to live by breathing.
They grasped it as their freedom.
Yet in reality, it was their prison.
I saw the frailty of their minds.
None could resist this euphoria of breathing. 
What made their air so precious?
What gave it the power to rule them?
Those above are too naïve.
That utopia we once sought; it is only dreaming.
That world will never have peace.
That world will never be home.
So why do we breach the surface?
Why do we breathe when we cannot drown?

Monday, September 29, 2014


by Brandy Jean Shipman
Hollow heart and hollow soul.
How long before I find what makes them whole?
Heart is aching and my soul is breaking.
My mind is losing all control.
My moon, my sun, my stars have all died.
Sadness is all I know.
I have nothing behind my hazel eyes.
Darkness is all I can seem to follow.
I cry but no tears can fall.
Staring blankly at the shadows on the wall.
How many times can I go crazy before I lose it all?
My life is breaking and I am the only one to blame.
Bad decisions is all I have seemed to make.
You came into my life in suddenly I had strength.
Everything began to change.
The past I faced day by day seemed to just kind of fade away.
You made me want to change.
Now all I know is the pride I have for you.
I created you.
You are now my sun, my stars, and my moon.
You fill my heart with joy and my soul with meaning.
You are my baby boy and the reason I’m still breathing.
Take this poem and know that is true.
You are special my love and forever in my heart you will stay.