Wednesday, October 22, 2014


The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him
The first boy cries while the second laughs
The second boy is hurt
But is not crying
For his tears have dried up
The second boy is on the ground
The man standing over him
Belt in hand
Oh the irony

The first boy sits down
His friends crowd around
Concussion is found
Hit by a locker
And now is at the doctor

The first boy goes home
To a poor family
To a small house
To an unhappy life
To depression
To anger
To suicide

The first boy screams
But no one deems
It important
No matter how absorbent
The physical bandage
Can be banded

The second boy stays still
Clothes off
Bloody and beaten
Assessing his wounds
Just to go back
And beat the first boy some more
Oh the irony

The anger the first boy feels
All of those deals
Only to be let down
And told he was a clown

The first boy is sad
The crying never stops
While the second boy laughs
But hides the scars
Under his hoodie
While the first boy doesn’t
Oh the irony

The second boy runs
From what feels like a thousand guns
But in reality
In actuality
There is only one
And it isn’t a gun

The first boy’s life is over
He gave up
But his story will never be forgotten
Because in the sea of many
He wasn’t the only one

Bullying is wrong
But you must be strong
For behind every bully
There is trully
A troubled past

~Oh The Irony- An Anti-Bullying Poem, by Damian Snow

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

BRANDED, by Neon-Fizz

~Branded, by Neon-Fizz
"Once those words leave their mouth, they don't just go away. They don't just disappear into thin air. They attach themselves to the target. Brand themselves into their skin, forming scars that never go away, even if they do manage to fade a little. They're not just words, they're so much more. And because of that, unfortunately, not all of those scars are made by other people any more."

Sunday, October 19, 2014

LIFE GOES ON APACE, by Robert Stone

Another crash is tearing living lace.
There always is a thing that can go wrong
but small enough that life goes on apace.

The undeterred continues with the race
creating possibles, some weak, some strong.
Another crash is tearing living lace.

Relentless though the daily weary case,
the warrior notes disaster on each prong
but small enough that life goes on apace.

Undaunted courage fixed on eager face
will never recognize defeat's loud gong.
Another crash is tearing living lace.

The brave who seize each chance will leave bright trace
upon large leavings that around will throng
but small enough that life goes on apace.

Around the edges torn, love finds its place
determined to pour forth defining song.
Another crash is tearing living lace.
but small enough that life goes on apace.

~Life Goes on Apace, by Robert Stone, 15 September 2014

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

FIGHT! by Cole Hawker

~FIGHT! by Cole Hawker
"In this project I decided to tell people that they need to fight back. Fighting back is probably the only thing you can do because, let's face it, bullying is never going away. But even though it's never going away, you can still lessen its influence on everyone. All people have to do is fight back, stop hiding and fight back. It doesn't matter if you're not strong, it doesn't matter if you're not smart, it doesn't even matter if you have courage. Just fight back and let people know not to hurt you.

Fight back."