Rest

by | Jan 2, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry

REST

Aaron Connelley

Heard/Arlington County Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019

Some things you’ll never understand until you get there

Think marriage, might end up with a decent pair

Contemplation the after not the before

The antes, wish I’d learn more

Tomorrow is promised, you just might not see it

By natural or ill will you ask for

A higher power to intercede it

Can serenity surface in calamity

The insuation is rest in peace

Father forgive them, for they know not what they do

It was a preparation, though real life happens after school

My thoughts is, you saw the gold streets

Why go back there where there’s no peace

We all have a part to play

Might end up being a short scene

Looking for answers to questions

Like the latest word search

Sympathy goes out cause we know
It hurts

Can’t come up with words no more

A few moments of silence

When you meet up with the other homies

Dap em for me, cause I ain’t ready yet

See you on the streets of Heaven

When the timings right

Rest in Paradise

– My 4 homies

4) Twan, Mannie, A.P., Mike, Bear

No Place Like Home

by | Jan 2, 2020 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry

No Place Like Home

Jumiya Arleen Crump

Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019

I remember plenty nights all I wanted was you.

Couldn’t explain deep inside so I become a young fool.

Kicking, scratching, biting, punching

determined never to lose.

You was all I ever had the only person I knew.

You was my pride and joy

that sunshine that never fades forget the clouds and the storms.

I remember crystal clear the day the glass was broken

shattered home, shattered dreams words left unspoken.

I never knew that one event would change my life forever.

If I could do it all over, I’ll take my beatings with pleasure.

The disconnect it runs deep so steep,

my heart steel body aching,

mind racing

mixed up and confused.

Every night I close my eyes I pray I wake up home

but reality sit in everything that glitters ain’t gold.

Not saying you was right, not saying I was wrong

the underlining truth is there’s no place like home.

Praying and wishing

wishing and praying

that you rescue me from this zone.

Thoughts consumed with the evil and so much rage.

Only wanting you, for you were supposed to shelter me from the storm.

Out on my own needing protection from the cold cruel world

or did I need protection from myself?

Did I corrupt this broken little girl.