“Lend Her My Eyes” Written and Read by Miles Morrison and Performed by Calista Cano

“Lend Her My Eyes”

I remember that day,

remember the exact day,

when walking home from school she proposed that we take the back way.

 

And I didn’t even ask the reason for going that way.

I just followed as she guided me.

We’re further down the path way…

 

We stop at a creek

with no one around

She looked in my eyes, and she slowly broke down.

I asked her what’s wrong.

She said with a tone

of pain in her voice, “I don’t want to go home.”

 

At home there’s no love;

At home it is rough;

At home they just tell me I’m not good enough.

 

At home there’s no hope;

At home there’s no help;

At home they compare me to somebody somebody else.

 

At home I’m just what I wish I couldn’t see.

At home it’s like happy is what I’ll never be.

She’s the greatest piece of art

that I’ve ever seen.

If I could…I would…

 

Lend her my eyes so she could see what I see.

“washcloth” by Heather Chamberlain

With a wet washcloth you wash your face.

Then the pure white cloth is forever stained,

and you foolishly believe your face is clean.

 

In the mirror you primp, and you preen,

but just because salt revives the skin

doesn’t make it blemish free.

 

Every night when you remove the base,

you stare hard and cold at the path you’ve traced;

squeezing the washcloth, in your hand restrained.

 

And every morning you conceal your sin.

And it works,

‘cause it does hide the darkness within.

 

And every night,

once again,

with a wet washcloth you wash your face.

 

Photograph made available by Brian Patrick Tagalong via Unsplash.

“Progression” Written and Read by Kobe Krehbiel, Performed by Morgan Smith

“Progression”

Fast cars blazing by
Warm breeze intoxication
Something still missing
Running from the truth
Everything seems foreign here
Fake smiles today
Searching for answers
Aimlessly walking around
I’ll figure it out
Always lost in thought
Finding answers in wrong spots
Not all is lost though
There is a constant
Nature is my own escape
Beauty never stops
An escape that exists
Never have to look too far
True radiance shines
Never a worry
Everything works out just fine
Hope is now restored

This dance and poem were a collaboration for the 2019 event “Changement: Self in Motion”.

“A Rosebud That Blooms Begins to Die” by Heather Chamberlain

A rosebud that blooms begins to die,

But there’s still hope in the petals restrained.

 

There’s intensity—a swelling energy.

There’s friction, but it rubs deliciously.

The bud is aching to unfold—

It’s story to be told—

Exposed for all the world to behold.

 

It desires to be noticed—

Time demands the next stage of life;

Nature compels the floret to open.

But if it complies,

The spirit within amplified—

On the surface, fatigues in a moment.

 

There’s still hope in the petals restrained,

But a rosebud that blooms begins to die.

 

Photo made available by Vanessa Serpas via Unsplash

“A King Amongst Men” by Jonathan Pettyjohn

Dying in the tall rain,
a monarch stands among them all.

His eyes are red,
his brain is fogged,
and in it forms this crying thrall, dying in the tall rain.

Of course,
in his brain,
This all is false to him,
Dying in the tall rain.

The world begins to set,
Of course,
in this drain.

To him is all,
peaceful one.

To him is all a golden sun.

 

Photograph made available by O12 via Unsplash

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