A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
~ Stephanie Marquez
I have this obsession,
When it comes to the thought of love,
The thought cradles itself in a nest
Within my lonesome mind.
I think I might be crazy,
Trying to look past the cloak that makes me blind,
Delving into the pool that reeks of madness,
Seeing my name laced in blood on the devil’s contract I had just signed,
I attempt to see through my so-called third eye.
He grins at me, smiling back I ask for a heavens send,
Visualizing my inner pain, I try to transcend.
Pushing back blinds to see what they’ve always covered,
Only to realize opening up strangers doors are better left undiscovered,
Mulling over lost feelings and newfound joy,
Where I’ll be tomorrow, I’ll never know,
Who I’ll be tomorrow, I’ll never know,
But I’ll love you, now that I’m sure,
Even after I force open your door.