{This is How You Feel}

You feel like nothing, nobody, like you don't exist.
Perhaps you feel nothing at all.
Maybe you feel sad, upset, disappointed, and down.
Pure silence surrounds you while your thoughts are deep and full of sorrow,
Or simply empty.
Every once in a while a quiet, sad song will interrupt
And fill your head with new thoughts.
There's a slight hint of anger hidden deep within yourself,
But it won't come out.
Tears want to trickle out of your eyes and down your cheeks,
But they can't seem to come out.

Written by Kelly Whiteside

{A Thought, by Jo}


Im going to revert back to our amazing time over and over. Im gonna write down the things i saw and the things that touched me with love.

Being there and coming home, made me feel alil out of wack but i know that with my new found friends and knowledge I will make a difference with the community and also have all of your support.

It was a dream experience that i did or wasnt ready to wake up from buuuttt, we transition and we learn to part and start again and again, forever connecting and learning the ways of our wonderful lives.

Jo West

{Photography, by GEE}

{Author Profile: David}

My Age: Not Important >.>

My Pronoun: Any is fine, but prefers the term "Mishbukha (Family)"

My Story: I don't know what really to put here. I grew up in a seriously dysfunctional family, an addict of a sister. A rage-a-holic for a brother, and a divorce early on in my childhood. If you can even call it that. But I got through it all with the power. OF. ART. Sure that means I a form of something I no longer do. But it was still a way for me to express myself, and even though I don't do that specific form per say. I still can, and I still do it to survive another day. You can never keep me from singing. For it's a way that I can escape from the hate that reality puts upon me for being Gay. As well as being a person who's Gender encompasses all, yet Rejects it as frequently. So all I gotta say is, "No matter how bad society wants to cramp your style. Realize it's only worried because your cramping its own".

{SELF-LOVE LETTERS} Part 1


Self-Love by David
Dear me: 
I don't love you. There's nothing to love, I mean your imperfect. That's why I adore you. Imperfection is what makes you a human being. For being the person you are, and you will become. That's the only way for you to really say to the world, "I am alive".




Self-Love by Jayden
Dear Jayden.

I know you have had so many ups and downs, you dealt with a lot, but you always pull through. You always feel like you're alone, like you have to race to the finish. You always think ahead, and never enjoy the little things. You feel as if everyone's out therer to get you. I understand that now.

Being young, trying to figure out the worlds problems, that's not right for you to do. Sometimes, you need to step down, stop, take a breathe. You need not to just think, but know; You're beautiful, you're courageous, you can do anything you put your mind to. You don't have to worry if you look the best, if you act the best. Don't try and be perfect, everyone loves your flaws. I love your flaws.

You surround yourself with love, and in the end, that's what really matters, right?
Stay true to yourself, ignore the hate out in the world. You know what's best for you. Nobody can hurt you now, you're sky-rocketing to the top of the world.

I love you Jayden, stay strong, and never ever stop following your dreams.

{LIFE} 

Life, you weigh heavy with interpretations

I grapple to decipher them.

Straddling two different paths

Let me find the faith to discover,

Or at least feign,

Understanding of the purpose I have.

Life, you don’t always empathize

You impose elasticity when you find rigidity.

Like a sergeant spitting orders at my shoulder

The coal-train track-change is in my hands

And I’m meant to pull the trigger.

Life, I have sight beyond your soot-stacked stations,

Shout if you must, but one thing is true:

I will travel your rails in my own time.

Hunkered down and hid-away,

Sure, the tears will come,

But no pain will be felt from lack of living you.

By SARAH G.

"Painting Picture" by JULIA