Day Dreamer
By Karmai Alexander
8/12/16
​When I stare at you, I'm not just looking 
I'm recreating you as an image to add you
into my unlimited imagination database...

if only people knew that about me. Karmai
I'm not a space cadet, I'm an artist who
changes the mundane into awesomeness

Happy Times
By Jesse Johnson
11/04/2015

So tired, mentally, physically and emotionally drained
I need a way to escape I need some kind of change
Tears of sadness, how can I sustain
Tied down with emotional baggage and nothing to gain
Stress is on the menu with a glass of strain
Like the pouring rain, I’m dripping in a lot of pain
It hurts all over and I tried to focus on other things
Its like a tourniquet constantly being tighten all over your brain
For now it still remains, nothing I do will rid me of this pain
Life takes its toll like bondage in chains.

By Jesse Johnson
​11/16/2015

My city, my town, my block experiencing the beauty from my eyes even when the crime rate is so high, it’s the same thing as seeing the forest or the trees and feeling the wind or the breeze. 

I open my door to my soul so I can enhance the pleasure of feeling and not judging this moment of peace, until the loud banging sound. 

Its not a trumpet or musical instrument but in my city you run for cover is the closest you get to exercising on that day, that moment as your heart race you look around to see and hear no more thun-dering sound in my city my town on my block.

The atmosphere is at a lev-el of extraordinary heights, looking down the barrel pipe, the smell, the residue of life the fear, the attitude of stripe and it mimics itself each day with the outline of chalk, put to rest my city, my town, my block