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McDonald, Eilish

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 5 
4-15-2024 
A Seat 
Eilish McDonald 
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McDonald, Eilish (2024) "A Seat," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 5. 
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Sit towards the front, not in the front
At least one apart, and as middle as possible.
Why did you move one seat over? It was fine before.
I need to see the board, the screen, and the podium.
I like the window, but I sit near the door.
I don’t like this spot but it’s too late, someone sat next to me.
There aren’t assigned seats; this isn’t high school
But that’s my seat. I thought we all understood this.
I don’t need the chair for my bag, but I need the desk space for me.
Notebook on a cant. No, actually, it’s just sideways.
Happy or Sad
Gilbert Hu
A Seat
Eilish McDonald
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Every section is color coded, but this one has too much blue.
A pencil pouch of pens, personally picked per paragraph.
This room has four desks per row, two seats per desk, which means there’s no middle.
Slightly off the middle, towards the screen, but I’m right underneath a light
In a classroom that has the lights as front and back, not every other.
It’s a short day under blinding lights; I have six songs stuck in my head.
Should I grab lunch after this? Probably should just go home.
I wonder if I’ll have time tomorrow to pick up something from the store.
Am I asleep yet or just dissociating?
Half statue, half robot, my brain feels fuzzy.
What topic are we on now?
Because it all started with a seat.
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A Seat

Walker, Rachel Delight

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 4 
4-15-2024 
A King's Resolution 
Rachel Delight Walker 
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Walker, Rachel Delight (2024) "A King's Resolution," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 4. 
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A King’s Resolution
Rachel Delight Walker
Be resolute to recharge
Only after foraging through to refuse the ratification of anything less than total justice
Rescinding any reconstructs of anything less than
All men are created equal
Respecting the responsibility of the requests of:
Acknowledgment.
 Apology.
  Amendment.
   …and Atonement.
 Walk these un-Common miles,  then you can rest a while
 For He says, “I’ll refresh tired bodies; I’ll restore tired souls.”
Be resolute to reset
Only after demanding
All.
 Here.
  Now.
All – for all of the rights
 Here – for Right here
  Now – as in right now.
Reigniting the revelation of this revolution
Because none of us will ever be what we ought to be
Until all of us have the right
To
 Just
  Be  
   Free
For let us not be weary in well doing – for in due season we shall reap if we not faint.
 Yes – Keep walking these uncertain miles
 – then and only then should you rest a while.
Be resolute in the renewal
Of your commitment to fight
For the respect and the rights of all humankind
Remember – the reality is that resistance to what is right only empowers the revolution
One should resourcefully recognize that reparations and restitutions are only pathways to reconciliation
For they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength
Recharge – Reset – Renew
Walk a mile in these shoes, then rest a while
In a King’s resolute.


A King\u27s Resolution

Dorman, Lisa K.

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 8 
4-15-2024 
Aged Angles 
Lisa K. Dorman 
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Dorman, Lisa K. (2024) "Aged Angles," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 8. 
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Aged Angles
Lisa K. Dorman
Stained Glass
Mikaela T. Sims
I would sometimes see us sitting in our cathedral
That we built with our heart and painted with our soul
With grand windowed walls broken but not shattered
Each pane carefully thought out with images of our past
Pieced together with every color, a perfect symphony
But what shone the brightest was an adolescent blue
A blue so lonely but beautiful on its own
A blue so lonely but loved to be alone
I love that we would contemplate our perfection
I loathe that we would hide our cracks behind metal and reflection
But now that you’re gone why am I the only part left of us?
Is this what it means to be in your own limbo?
With my life standing before me never flashing
With my life of stained glass, everlasting.


Aged Angles

Stepherson, Karen

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 22 
4-15-2024 
Flying High 
Karen Stepherson 
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Stepherson, Karen (2024) "Flying High," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 22. 
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Flying High

Ring, Matthew D.

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 23 
4-15-2024 
Garden of the Gods 
Matthew D. Ring 
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Ring, Matthew D. (2024) "Garden of the Gods," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 23. 
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Garden of the Gods
Matthew D. Ring


Garden of the Gods

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 38 
4-15-2024 
Life's Reflections 
Lisa K. Dorman 
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Dorman, Lisa K. (2024) "Life's Reflections," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 38. 
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Hospital
Michael B. Duff
Fog surrounds an ominous sepulcher,
as the sun sinks into everlasting obscurity.
I know I shall have a dreadful day.
Many enter its doors without warning like helpless ants.
Before long there is a time of mourning.
I must go for reasons too well known.
It will not help or cure my sorrow!
To wait until tomorrow. 
So tall is the building that stands before me, 
A dungeon that never sleeps. 
Souls rise up from its myriad eyes. 
A noun so high with stature and power over me.
Forced helplessly into its jaws of seclusion,
I am engulfed and trapped within a second.
My heart pounding faster than any speed,
as that familiar scent of disinfectant fills my lungs. 
This is the place of my birth.
Oh please don’t let them take me from this earth! 
 
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A nurse takes me down a hall.
To a room cold and lonely.
Am I free no more?
A prisoner of war.
She hands me a drug that tastes bitter but sweet,
I drink it and soon feel weak.
Will it numb my wits with its falsehood, 
making me feel good?
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Control now lies in foreign hands?
Is my soul no longer mine?
Will I soon travel through an uncharted realm,
like a helpless feather floats on the wind?
What if I shall not return?
Locked shall I be in a white tomb?
“OUCH!” Has the needle bit my skin?
spiting out its white venom?
For whom shall I ask now?
Is the venom almost here?
Will it numb my senses?
Will the mirror above me extract my soul?
Where shall I be locked?
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Life’s Reflections
Lisa K. Dorman


Life\u27s Reflections

Wheeler, Lindsay

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 43 
4-15-2024 
Malicious Compliance 
Lindsay Wheeler 
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Wheeler, Lindsay (2024) "Malicious Compliance," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 43. 
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Malicious Compliance
Lindsay Wheeler
From form and structure, I wish to be set free
With rules and regulations, I won’t get by
These strict restrictions keep me from being me
Though this assignment will not just leave me be
With freedom I’m able to spread my wings and fly
From form and structure, I wish to be set free
The point in rules I simply cannot see
But I know that I must do my best to try
These strict restrictions keep me from being me
With closed-form poetry I disagree
Since freedom stripped away makes one die
From form and structure, I wish to be set free
Disdain for this assignment I guarantee
For writing this poem nearly made me cry
These strict restrictions keep me from being me
With a few more lines I’ll be done finally
My hatred for this I cannot deny
From form and structure, I wish to be set free
These strict restrictions keep me from being me
Bringing It
Anne Tilger


Malicious Compliance

King, Leon

Forces 
Volume 2024 Article 47 
4-15-2024 
Morning Dew 
Leon King 
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King, Leon (2024) "Morning Dew," Forces: Vol. 2024, Article 47. 
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The Grandchildren and The Memories
Viona A. Diorga
The laughter of the grandchildren filled the entire house with joy. 
Everyone who walked in front of the house could feel their happiness. 
An old Samsung TV in the middle of the living room was showing a 
2006-released film, Barbie Fairytopia: Mermaidia, and it successfully stole 
the whole attention of the grandchildren. Yes, of course, they laughed so 
hard because of a blue-haired little creature, with fancy pink hair on top 
of its head that sticks up, who acts like a little kid with all its pureness, 
naughtiness, and cleverness. At that time, the house had nothing but 
cheerfulness and the smell of their favorite snack. Warm fried bananas 
covered with sweet flour as sweet as caramel were ready to melt in 
every inch of their little mouths and deserve to be compared to a five-star 
restaurant’s dessert.
The living room that is in the center of the two-floor house in 
Tangerang, Indonesia, has a statue of Mary and Jesus who bless Sumanto’s 
big family every day. In that room, there was a long red sofa on the right 
side, a black display rack of old antique figures, plates, and teacups on the 
left, a painting of Grandma and Grandpa on the wall above the TV, a small 
black table under the statue was standing next to the display rack, and a 
bed across from the TV where they made a mess.
Morning Dew
Leon King


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