The American Dream by John Davidian

Oh, the famed American dream
My father has spoken of thee
And all the places you’ll take me

If I invest in the studies
I’ll surely earn my dime
With a job I adore
And a family for whom I can provide

But, as my hairs grow grey
I realize I’ve been sorely led astray
To a job I abhor
And a wife who walked out the door

A worthless degree that put me in debt
A stack of bills I cannot forget
The child support I struggle to meet
A challenge just to stay on my feet

Oh, the American dream
Where are the riches you promised me?
This lifestyle we did not agree
Such unhappiness I did not foresee

Yes, the American dream
It was my father who once spoke of thee
With such glee, he said nothing but good would happen to me

Shadows by Ciara Anders

The ghost of you haunts me;
That strange feeling of being watched
The whispers that remain when the wind dies
The shivers in the absence of cold

The things you never said are unforgettable
Those words; tattooed across broken bones
And flowing through torn veins.
They have left their mark.

And what of you now?
The shadow you have become.
I feel your pain in the backs of my eyelids
Your scars cross over mine,
Becoming part of me

Your light smile speaks volumes
As does the small talk you now make
I never asked why you were leaving
I couldn’t question the choices “perfection” makes

David, grim. by Celine Kart

It was one fine wintry morning
The type with sun and dew
Through my window, outside was calling
But fast asleep were you.

My insomnia made me stop and stare
At the silent corpse of yours
Your skin, quiet as the wintry air
So I exited through the oak doors.

I caught a bus out onto the moors
It was grim, cold and need of colour
A scenery that often bores
Then rain fell, making it even duller.

And it was just me
Grim
Grim
Grim
As the weather
I stayed out all night,
Till the sun rose again,
And everything was mediocre.

Lord, tell me
Sunlight, swell me-
What is the point in this?